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I was only fourteen, and whatever my concept of sex was – with girls anyway – my first time still lay quite a few years in my future. But this was ours. Nobody knew – and nobody ever would – and we could do this as often as we wanted. The prospect of this spun me head. All I had to make sure of was that he would never grow tired of it. So I focussed back on doing just that. I softly ground his nuts in my fingers. They beckoned me to come taste them. I never broke the vacuum while slowly lifting my mouth off his quivering cock, lingering for a while on his yielding head, and then let him pop out. I lipped my way down along the bottom seam of his bone, shining his knob in my fist. I kept stroking him while I touched down on his balls. I buried my face in his wrinkled folds, the sudden surge of odor coming from his scrotum almost overwhelming me. I sucked his sack whole in my mouth, nibbled and licked his testes.
I ran my tongue up and down his junk a few times, going from as deep in his ass crevice as I could reach up to half way his cock. I was almost beside myself, but I still noticed him jumping a bit when my tongue stirred his rectum. I hadn’t intended to be licking his ass, but I responded instinctively and gave him what he asked for. He lifted his knees a little higher and opened his thighs a little wider to allow me unrestricted access. Without thinking about it I started licking and kissing his asshole and the sensitive flesh around it. The taste was subtly different, a little more damp and sweaty, and it still made me dizzy. I pumped my fist up and down his cock in a determined rhythm, enough to keep him steadily climbing towards an orgasm, but slow enough to make sure it would take a while.