Everything Oral

Twice a month for a solid year we sucked, licked, skull fucked, and ate each others ass, one on one and 69. I was 34, 5-10/155, 6.5c, and single. He was 23, 5-9/150, 7c, and single. We had met one night while cruising a park in the mid-sized town where we both lived. It was always at my place. We never talked much. He came over for one thing: sex. Oral sex. Everything oral. Everything.

I couldn't have been happier about it. Male/male oral sex is a gift from the gods, and he and I were very good enjoying that gift to the max. No role playing. Just sex. Pure sex. He'd service me, I'd cum, and then I'd service him, and he'd cum, and then we'd take about twenty mintues to recycle and do it all over again, except we'd do it 69. He liked that best, loved 69 cocksucking, ball licking and eating and tonguing each other's ass. And during all that, not a single word was spoken by either one of us. One year of that, one solid year.

And then it suddenly stopped. For eleven years I tried to find him. We had not exchanged phone numbers, and as it turned out, he had given me a ficticious surname. I'd cruise around looking for him. Never ran into him. It puzzled me. Where was he? Why had he stopped coming over?

So one afternoon eleven years later, I'm one of three or four people sitting at the bar in a Mexican restaurant, same town. This guy walks in and sits down with one empty stool between us. Turns out it's him. Where's he been? Said he got married two weeks after we had last been together. Moved out of state, he said, but now was back in town. Divorced. Would I like to get together? Sure. So we wind up at my house. (I was still single.)

He says he has some brand new video equipment in his car, would I like to have sex on video?. Sounds great. First, he sets it up and videos us doing it all over again, what we had done for that solid year. And then, later that same day, we move back to the den, where he plugs it into my TV. I sit low on the couch, spead my legs, and watch it on TV while he licks my balls and sucks my cock. I have a huge orgasm.

And then it's his turn. Same scene, except I'm on my knees sucking and licking and eating ass. And this time, he's noisy, unlike eleven years earlier, when he never spoke a word (nor did I) during sex. "Suck me, suck my cock," he'd say over and over now. He tells me to lick his balls, eat his ass, and I'd give it all I had. I loved his cock. Perfect, ramrod staight, perfect size. I loved tonguing his ass, eating that ass, rimming him, and he'd moan and cum again while I was rimming him. 

And then, after about two more sessions of all that, video and all, over a period of a few weeks, he disappeared again. That was a long time ago, but I think about him often, as I do certain other guys, guys I've had long, extremely satisfying oral sessions with. Everything imaginable. "Suck" is the most the most beautiful word in the language. And it is there anything more exciting than someone licking your balls while another guy is sucking your cock? Well, actually there is: being rimmed and sucked off at the same time. Oh, I have lots of stories. So stay tuned; I'll be back.