The ”I” in bi

I started sucking harder, he started pushing his cock in harder and deeper. I certainly had nothing in way of experience giving a real blowjob, and this was becoming a real deepthroat. I choked and let him slip out of my mouth. So far I had only touched him with my mouth, so while I caught my breath, readying for the final lap, I put one hand around his cock and peeled off his pants with my other. I pumped his dick in my fist, it was slippery from my spit. His pants had fallen over his knees now, he thrust his pelvis out and parted his thighs to give me access.
I had never before noticed another boy’s sack. I grabbed it in my free hand and started kneading his big sensitive nuts. I imagined the cum building up in there, and let out an audible groan from desperate longing. I plunged my mouth over his pole again, determined now to finish the job. I knew he couldn’t take much longer. I let him fuck my mouth at his own pace, grabbed his firm soccer buttocks and pulled him onto my face. Deepthroating him came surprisingly easily, and after the initial choke, I felt in total control of my reflexes. I applied as much suction and friction with my tongue and lips as I could, groaning, begging him to cum.