The blindfolded taste of lust-2
This cock is slightly larger. It’s wider, longer than the other one, than his, or so it feels. And all this is becoming too much. He has a man in his mouth he wants the other one. He doesn’t know where to give head.
No one is saying a word, no one is making a noise. He’s beginning to feel almost uncomfortable, awkward in this silence. Its this feeling that makes him realize, for the first time that these are men, not merely cocks. That there are two men looking down at him on his knees, that his wife is looking at him on his knees trying to pleasure to cocks with his mouth until they unload in it, all over his tongue and his lips. These are two men. One at a time.
He lets go both their cocks. His hands reach for his own, he strokes it a few times, enough to give him courage, to stir up his desire, and he dives in. Both his hands reach blindly to his left, grab a thigh. They run up and down, up to his balls, down to his calves.
“This is a man I am about to pleasure.” Pleasant thought.
His mouth, he wants it so badly, he opens it and engulfs the cock without using his hands. His tongue swirls around it, his lips kiss it, his mouth takes it deep. Any hint of shame or shyness has completely evaporated, he’s making love to it, he’s ready to pleasure it until it cums. He grabs the smooth balls, plays with them, trying to imagine them full of semen. A cock can sometimes feel dry, almost as though the orgasm has to wring out what little sperm there is, and other times, the head feels overwhelmed by the contact of a mouth, a cock can feel ready to overflow like a saturated sponge at the slightest touch. He is hoping this man his feeling ready to overflow in his mouth.
