The Art of Tongue Dancing

by Paul François

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It was mid-April, the sun was shining, the cherry trees were blossoming. Easter was late that year and the park had already attracted a small crowd. A 59-year old man was sitting on a bench, reading a hard-cover book, and the 23-year old guy facing him on an opposite bench seemed absorbed by some kind of textbook. Not fully absorbed because he kept glancing at his vis-à-vis. When the younger one smiled, the older one detected some interest and approached the handsome young man.

- I took your smile as an invitation. My name is Paul

- You read clearly between the lines. My name is Mathew.

- Are you reading a university text book?

- Yes, I’m a law student. And you, a novel or an essay?

- A novel, in French, I’m a book critic and also an author.

- Wow! What do you write?

- Mainly essays on French-Canadian culture, but also some gay novels and homoerotic short stories.

- Are they all in French? I would love to read gay romantic stories.

- Birds of the same feather flock together, am I right, Mathew?

- Yes, Paul, we are on the same wave length.

In the week leading to Easter Sunday, Mathew and Paul met regularly on the park bench, sitting closer to each other each time. Mathew’s smile was so energizing that Paul was tempted to embrace his new friend who seemed to be openly gay.

- At a young age I knew I was attracted to guys… older than me.

- Interesting, Mathew! I was over 25 when I discovered my attraction for men, and now I love the company of guys at least 25 or even 35 years younger than me.

- I guess I fall in that category… Would you like to be my special friend?

- Yes, we could certainly learn from each other.

On Easter Sunday, Paul invited Mathew for dinner at his place. He poured a glass of sparkling wine and propose a toast to “A blossoming friendship!” Then he served a cold plate composed of stuffed avocado with crab meat, asparagus tips wrapped in prosciutto ham, sliced tomatoes and cucumber, carrot and orange pepper sticks, followed by a selection of Brie and Jarlsberg cheese. Throughout the meal, Mathew kept gently brushing his knee against Paul’s thigh. The dessert or climax was a warm embrace and a light kiss on the lips.

Both were now cuddling on the love-seat, Mathew thinking how kissing is the krypton to his superman… He was not flipping the pages of his preferred comic book anymore, he was holding a real Superman, a hero in blood and flesh. It was time to explain what he had in mind when he said “a special friend”.

- Can I call you Daddy?

- Do you dream of being my Son?

- Yes, I fantasize on a Daddy-Son relationship.

- In what sense?

- Well, I can learn from a mature man. For me, you are a real library.

- As an author, I take this as a real compliment.

- So… do you accept to be my Daddy?

- With pleasure, my Son.

Each week, Paul invited Mathew for a meal and they always had dessert on the love seat. When his new Son started to rub crotch to crotch, Daddy felt aroused but could not react as vigorously as he wanted. He whispered “Honesty is the best policy!” and explained to Mathew that he had diabetes since the age of 34 and erectile problems since the age of 55.

- I don’t easily get a hard on, Son.

- Don’t worry, Daddy, I feel comfortable with you.

- Yes, but I can not fuck you.

- Would you like to suck me?

- Of course, I would even more like to rim your sweet ass.

- WOW! This is what I like the most. We are meant to be together.

Paul felt a load taken off his shoulders and directed Mathew to his bedroom. Pictures of guys in jockstraps or tight jeans and leather chaps covered the wall facing the bed. As soon as Daddy took a red jockstrap out of the dirty clothes hanger, Son smiled, grabbed it and started to sniff it lustfully. Another sign that they were meant to be together. From now on, the dress code for meals was a different color jockstrap for Daddy and Son.

Paul explained to Mathew that the jockstrap was originally intended to cup and support men’s genitals during sports activities like football and hockey, also for cycling. “The jockstrap is practical, functional and comfortable, but it also carries a strong sexual association because it leaves your sweet ass not only exposed but prominently on display. And I really like that!” Mathew agreed whole heartedly just as Paul slapped gently his firm butt.

Daddy went on to explain that the two elastic straps were not only affixed to the base of the pouch but also almost to the entrance of the ass hole, a real turn on for guys who like to rim their partner.

- A tongue inside my anus drive’s me wild, Daddy!

- Unlike the head of your penis, your anus rarely gets sore or over-sensitized from use. I met some men who were so relaxed that I could work my entire tongue all the way inside, driving the quietest of them to yell out “Oh God! Oh Fuck!”

- Yes, your tongue is a powerful tool, don’t stop your demonstration!

Since his new Son wanted so much to learn from a mature man, Daddy decided to show how he had been placed on Earth to make men moan out of pleasure. He called his “Full Tongue Length Inside Swirl” the ultimate in rimming. Mathew learned quickly and reciprocated with frenzy. Paul was now ready for the “Triple Whammy”. He pulled his partner’s balls down near the anus and licked from the ass hole to the testicles and back a few times, then he pulled Mathew’s cock down and licked from the anus up to the balls and over and around the head of the dick and back down again to the rose bud.

- I’m all yours, Daddy. You can lick, suck, bite and chew my offering. Let’s call it “Tongue Dancing”.

- Great idea, Son. We can share both words and pleasure.

by Paul François

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