I braced myself against the walls, pushing ever further into the room and I felt a change in the sensations my cock was experiencing, the tongue was gone and instead a tighter, closer grip was hugging my shaft as the expert on the other side of the board opened their throat to take me down.
I was being fucked now, the familiar sensation around my cock had me breathing heavily and moaning as I heard the sloppy gagging sounds from next door. It felt so tight and so warm and so intense. I'd like to say I stayed there a while, savoured the expert blowjob but honestly, I defy anyone to last longer than I did.
I felt it start to happen, gave a tap on the wood, and after a brief tightening of my balls I unleashed them into the unknown mouth. The tap was just in time, they'd pulled away slightly so my cum wasn't shooting down their throat but, I can only imagine, filling up their mouth, pooling on their tongue and the taste of my warm, stickiness engulfing their senses. I felt kisses, tongue flicks and swirls as I twitched and jolted my orgasm into the mouth beyond the board, finally sighing and relaxing a little, realising how hard I'd been bracing myself against the walls.
And then I was done. The subsiding euphoria left me a bit tingly all over and I withdrew my cock from the glory hole, still half-hard and tucked it away, sticky from it's adventure. Time to clean up later, until I got home I was happy driving around with the evidence of my adventure sealed away in my trousers.
As these things go there was no talk, no thank you, no time due anything other than self-reflection. Had I enjoyed it? Undoubtedly. Was it a risk? Yeah, but I came through it intact. Would I do it again? Almost certainly. This was the start of my sexual adventures, many more would follow. |