The blindfolded taste of lust-2

The man lets go of his head and pulls out his cock, but he moves his head forward and gives it one last suck. On last lick. It vanishes in the darkness.

The other man brings himself forward. Against his face. He takes him with his hand. Though the smooth cock was nice, his mouth feeling the skin so well, the hairy one feels manlier. It seems to him the hairy man will cum harder, will cum thicker. He doesn’t even hesitate, this time. He grabs the man’s nipples, runs his fingers through his chest hair. He’s no one.

He himself, though he’s sucking, would like to ejaculate so much right about now. He’s not sure he can take it a lot longer. If only someone could kneel down and cover him with a mouth. Something warm, wet around his cock. He grabs it with his hand and strokes himself as he’s sucking. That’s when it hits him. His left hand reaches and grabs the man while he’s holding himself. He closes his fist around the base (it covers half its length) and he bobs his head vigorously on the upper half of the shaft all the while stroking himself. There’s a symmetry in what they must feel, him and the stranger.