It was 5 p.m., and the summer heat hung in the air, making everything feel a little heavier, a little more charged. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my lazy afternoon reverie. The message was simple yet direct: “I wanna worship you. Suck you. Rim you. Worship your nipples, your feet, and your pits.”
I glanced at the profile picture. Rugged. Confident. The bio read, “Into musk, stench, and pits.” A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I typed back, “I’m keen, but I haven’t showered yet.”
His reply was instant. “Just the way I like it. All sweaty.”
Minutes later, another message: “On my way.”
I barely had time to process the anticipation coursing through me before he messaged again: “Here.”
I stepped outside, the evening breeze barely cutting through the humid air. There he was, eyes dark with intent. I didn’t say a word, just opened the door and let him in. The silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was electric, buzzing with unspoken desire.
Inside, I stripped naked without preamble, tossing my clothes to the side. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself on all fours, presenting myself to him. He knelt behind me, wasting no time. His hands gripped my hips as he leaned in, his tongue finding its target with precision. The first touch sent a jolt through me—a slick, warm sensation as he licked and sucked with abandon.
The room filled with the sounds of his slurping and moaning. His tongue explored every fold, every inch, diving deeper with each pass. The hours felt like minutes as he worshipped my ass, his enthusiasm relentless.
When I finally flipped onto my back, his eyes widened at the sight of my erection. He let out a low moan before diving onto my cock, his mouth engulfing me completely. His tongue danced around the head, and he alternated between deep, wet sucks and teasing licks. His hands found my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I gasped at the dual sensations.
He didn’t stop there. His lips trailed down to my balls, taking each one into his mouth with care. He alternated between them, his tongue flicking and swirling, driving me wild. I couldn’t help but reach up and play with my nipples, pulling and twisting them. Seeing this, he moved up, his lips attaching to one of my nipples, sucking and nibbling while his hand stroked my cock.
Then, he paused, burying his face in my armpit. He inhaled deeply, his moan vibrating against my skin before his tongue began to trace the contours of my pit. The sensation was otherworldly, sending shivers down my spine. He returned to my cock, his lips and tongue working me over, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back. He was edging me expertly, driving me mad with desire.
“Play with my balls,” I ordered, my voice hoarse with lust. He obeyed instantly, his hands cupping and kneading them as his mouth continued its assault. My body tensed as I felt the familiar build of an orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, but he didn’t pull away. He doubled down, his mouth and hands working in unison until I exploded, my climax shooting into his waiting mouth. He didn’t spill a drop, swallowing everything with a satisfied hum. Even after, he lingered, returning to my nipples, sucking and teasing them, prolonging my pleasure.
When he finally pulled back, he looked at me with a shy grin. “Can we kiss while I jerk off on your stomach?” he asked, his voice tentative yet hopeful.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied without hesitation.
He climbed up, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. His hands moved between us, stroking himself as his tongue explored my mouth. The kiss deepened, his moans mingling with mine as he brought himself to the edge. Finally, he groaned into my mouth, his release spilling onto my stomach in hot, sticky ropes.
We didn’t stop there. We kept kissing, our bodies pressed together, his cum smearing between us. His tongue traced mine, his hands roaming over my chest, my shoulders, my face. It was slow, sensual, a perfect conclusion to the raw passion we had just shared. As we finally broke apart, his breath hot against my lips, he smiled.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with conviction.
“I know,” I replied with a smirk, earning a laugh from him.
It was a moment I wouldn’t soon forget, a reminder of the power of raw, unfiltered passion.
