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I was far from done exploring this so far unexplored domain. Again, this was not planned or learned, my tongue followed its own mind and dug into Dave’s tight hole. He groaned and squirmed, signalling his approval. I pushed in as deep as my own anatomy would allow, reaching in and discovering a new taste and texture. With my tongue buried in his ass, his balls were literally hanging in my eyes. I cuddled his nuts with my face while I familiarized myself more intimately with his anal orifice. I starting pumping my tongue in and out, licked in and around his hole, the sweaty underside of his balls, the damp innerside of his ass crevice…he had moved his hands to his buttocks and spread them, opening his crack and asshole so that it was almost gaping, winking at me.

With doubled zeal I dove in again. licking and lapping, sucking and burrowing, still stroking his cock, faster now in pace with my increased overall enthusiasm. In retrospect it was clear what I was preparing for of course, but I had no such foresight that day. I just did it because I liked it, and because he obviously loved it. The way he opened up to allow me access, inviting me in this most intimate sanctum, boldened me. So without thinking I inserted a finger in his well-lubricated hole and started fucking him with it. First just the tip, then one, and finally two knuckles deep. I sat up for this and hungrily devoured his cock again, sucking it and fucking his ass in the same increasing tempo. Little did I know then what effect this stimulation can have on the male climax, because without hardly any warning or preamble, he started squirting huge threads of scalding hot soup in my mouth. It caught me by surprise, and I couldn’t manage to swallow it all before it started spilling over my pumping fist. I stroked and sucked him until his squirms signalled he had passed the line where delight turned into the unbearable tickle that makes us cry out to stop, even though it feels heavenly. When I did give him some pause, I concentrated on reclaiming what I had failed to capture, hunting his shaft and balls for every last drop. I slowly pulled my digit from his ass.