The Taste of Her Pussy on His Dick

As the obvious sounds of fucking died down, I got out of bed to prepare myself. Even as I rushed into the shower to get ready, I felt shame, dirty, guilty shame. I knew I meant nothing to him and usually not attaching feelings to sex was no problem for me but this was different. I was almost less than human to him, no that wasn’t exactly right, I was less of an actual person to him and more of a receptacle for his pent up frustrated, internalised homophobic feelings.

I knew I should have more pride , more self respect but he was beautiful, not hot, nor attractive but beautiful, in a perfectly young, athletically masculine sort of way. I had lusted after him ever since, I saw him playing soccer, one day while I walked back from classes during my 2nd year. He had sat down on one of the lunch benches that surrounded the field and his soccer shorts ridden completely up his leg, exposing these perfect thighs, hard, muscle bulging, sprinkled with dark hair thighs. I remember furtively looking at his crotch to see if I could see the outline of his penis but was too afraid to be caught staring.

I walked away, completely placing him out of my mind until weeks later in a house I rented with four others including one pretty mixed race girl. I had found the house and took the master bedroom with its it's own bathroom and back door that led the back gate. Anyway, i saw him again coming from my roommate's room, shirtless as I came in late one night (I had come in from my own fuck session). I fell in lust all over again, he was still as tall and beautiful as I remembered but not I could see the broad muscled chest that had been covered before and his pointed nipples. He had just the right amount of chest hair and some ran from his tight as fuck abs to the track pants he was wearing.Only this time, I did not have to strain to try to see his cock, as he had obviously not pulled on his underwear and his dick had not yet gone fully soft.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at it, as it distended the front of his track pants and the spot of wetness seeping through the material where his cock head was forced against the material.He was unashamed and just laughed and put out his fist for me to knock mine against while passing me and whispering “ ya gud?” before going into the bathroom, not before giving me a prime view of his firm round ass shifting in the material as he went.

After that night he kept coming over not only at night but during the day. The girl was an amazing cook but was pretty broke, I had money but couldn't cook and we came up with the arrangement of me paying for the groceries and she cooking at least four times a week. I had no issue with her new boyfriend eating for free, as watching him and getting to know him was more than enough payment for me. We even hung out watching movies at nigh and talking , usually after he had fucked her to sleep.

Eventually, we became what I would like to call friends and talk of sex and girls (imaginary in my case) cropped up. Apparently he was never truly satisfied after sex with my roommate, as she only ever seemed to have the energy to go once and was reluctant to suck dick as often as he would like. He was cheating on her whenever the opportunity came but it was difficult as he lived on campus and didn't have any privacy. My roommate was the most convenient and plus he did like her, according to him.

During this these chats, he would make casually homophobic comments, which never really bothered me as much as it could have. For one, I was deep in the closet and two, sadly for the region and country we lived in comments like those were par for the course.With that being said, there were moments, where I would be staring at some part of him, the hair on his thighs as it rolled up, while we watched tv on the couch.

The bulge of his crotch as he walked towards me. The plushness of his lips as he spoke, the muscles in his arms or the flex of his biceps while he gesticulated to explain some basketball or soccer move. There were times when I stared too long and I was almost positive he noticed but he would never comment and just continue on as if nothing happened.He was a physical person by nature it seemed and I was constantly tortured by headlocks, head rubs, shoulder hugs etc. I would collect these touches and masturbate to them furiously in my leisure. Remembering the musky scent of him being the close to me, the hair ln his legs felt when they brushed mine as we sat together, so many nights, the scent of sex wafting of him.

I could feel something building but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly. He was so openly homophobic, I knew I shouldn’t read into anything but there were times on the couch he would go quiet and pensive as if battling with wanting to say something or ask something but he never did and I tried to just put it out of my mind and enjoy snippets pf time where his attention was focused on me. I would have been content, I think with the status quo, but it changed.

I remember, it was a hot humid night and I couldn’t sleep, I was watching a movie on my laptop after 1 in the morning. My soccer friend ( Tash) and I had briefly spoken before he and my roommate headed to her room. He hadn’t returned to the living room ( he didn’t always) and I figured, I should head to bed and use my fan to uselessly fight the heat. I pulled the headphones from my ears because I thought I heard something, I heard it again it was a light knock on my door.

My heart started to beat and my mouth went dry, it could have been any of my roommates but somehow I instinctively knew it was him. I walked to the door, partially hunched over because my dick was already getting hard and I was only in boxerbriefs. It was him, standing, there in football shorts, grinning at me, chest glistening with sweat, actually he was sweaty all over and that close I could smell a combination of his cum and what could only be my roommates pussy juices. “ You nar sleep boss man" he asked me, while brushing past me into my room.

As I closed my door my mind to scrambled to an answer with any witty comment. I simply answered with a no. I was distracted because as he walked past me I could see his sizeable dick was atleast partially firm in his shorts. He sat at my desk chair and turned it to me and I sat on my bed and placed my pillow over my lap. I told him it was to hot to sleep, while watching him sit, legs sprawled cock prominent showing through the thin material of his shorts.“ I go ask you someting" he said, “ and mek sure you ansa me strait.”. I said I would. “ why you neva got no oman ova?, you always by youself and me neva see you with a oman yet.”

My heart started to pound for completely different reason, was this a trick, he and my roommate came up with to out me because they caught me staring at him. I didn’t answer him, I just stared at him. “No fraid, just talk the truth, you like man?” He asked. I was trembling but part of me was still excited because I knee there was a possibility, that he wanted to know for another reasonI took a hold of my courage and nodded. “Yea me suspected so cause how you just watch me.” He said. “Lemme ask you sumn else, you suck wood?”.

I said yes but depends on how much I want the person. He paused and watched me, he lifted his ass off the chair and pulled his shorts clean off.I couldn’t believe it, he was completely naked in front of me, his cock growing hard and firm until it slapped against his stomach, it was glistening, covered in remainders of earlier activity I assumed. “You wanna suck pon dis?”. My throat was too tight to answer and I just got off the bed got on my knees infront of him. I put my hands on his hard thighs, the first things I ever noticed about him. I bent over his sweaty matted crotch. This close I could smell the strong scent of sweat and sex. It was heady and my own cock grew harder.

I took hold of his thick warm cock to pull it away from his abs, bending over to inhale before putting it into my mouth. The smooth feeling of his cock head passing my lips going onto my tongue complemented by taste of his cum and my roommate’s pussy juices.

I sucked on the head, while I reached down to fondle his big balls, he let out a small groan before stifling himself. Both of us aware that others were in the house and his girlfriend was down the hall asleep from his earlier fucking. I applied suction on his head pulling off to hear that popping sound before sucking it back in. I lavished it with my tongue, tonguing his slit, pulling off to lick his shaft and bury my face in his sweaty matted pubes to get another whiff of that mixture of scents before tonguing his balls.

All the while he was moaning softly, thrashing around in the desk chair while, lightly holding my head in his hand. I was in heaven and I wanted this to last as long as possible but I equally wanted him to cum in my mouth ( something I never allowed) my lust for him so great. I suckled and licked and blew on his dick for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes. The hard, hotness of it in my mouth, while my hands roamed that body I had admired so long.
I was surprised to realise the fact that I was sucking his dick right after he had used it to fuck his girlfriend turned me on immensely. Here he was with me, getting pleasure from me, even after he had his dick in her pussy. I felt powerful, sexy and horny as fuck. I could feel him getting closer his cock growing hard his balls pulling up in his sack as I felt them. I wanted his cum but wanted to prolong in it. I pulled off his cock and tongued his balls and moved to tongue behind them.

I tried lifting his leg over my shoulder to give me more access but he fought me, “ wa you a do? You nah fuck me eh, me a tell you dat from now.” He said I denied that was what I was trying to do and told him trust me. He reluctantly lifted his leg over my shoulder and bent over and licked as much of his sweaty, hot crack as I could passing over his tangy tasting hole as I did.

He was clean thankfully but could still smell the musky aroma of man ass. Sweaty, hot, hairy cracked man ass. As I licked and tongued at his crack and hole, he stiffened but didn’t push me away, relaxing into it, falling back into the chair, breathing loudly, pushing my face into his ass, I tried to use my tongue to breach his tight hole. I reached up to play with his cock which had lost none of its firmness. As i finally got my tongue partially into his hole. He swore and pushed my face away, lowered his legs and said “ me wanna fuck you”.

End Part 1