Chapter 105 - Blindfolded: Swallowing and Rimming story2

I arrived on time and as soon as the front door was shut Lewis gestured toward the middle of the living room and I knew just what he wanted. I was so hungry for c.o.c.k that I practically jumped to the center of the room and started striping. As soon as I was n.a.k.e.d, Lewis put my hood on me and led me into his bedroom where he put me on the bed. Not saying a word, Lewis reached out and moved me to where he wanted. I ended up on my back with my feet up by the pillows and my head hanging over the foot of the bed.

Before anything happened, the doorbell rang. 'Don't move,' said Lewis as I heard him leave the room. When Lewis came back up the hall I could hear him and several guys talking. They were talking too low for me to understand what they were saying, but one sounded black.

Once they were in the room I sensed them crowding around the bed. Then one of them stepped close to my head and I knew instinctively that it was the black guy. He was almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his thick, fat black c.o.c.k rested on my lips and nose.

"Now white boy, I'm going to f.u.c.k that mouth good," he whispered and I knew it was the black guy.

Lifting his h.i.p.s a little, he guided the head of his c.o.c.k between my lips and into my mouth. I m.o.a.n.e.d, 'Ummmmm,' and my nostrils flared as his big c.o.c.k filled my mouth. I felt him slowly and gently ease forward, pushing on even when I gagged a little. I soon noticed that in this position the gagging sensation soon passed and he was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.

When I sensed the black guy leaned forward over me and felt his hands on the bed on either side of my h.i.p.s, my hands rose instinctively to his c.h.e.s.t, finding his n.i.p.p.l.es and toying with them. "Oh yeah, that's a good s.l.u.t," he m.o.a.n.e.d as he started slowly rocking his h.i.p.s. I was so turned on I thought I'd pass out. This black god was using my mouth the way I'd used my wife Barbara's p.u.s.s.y countless times. F.u.c.k.i.n.g my face slow at first but every fourth or fifth stroke he let the pace quicken a little. The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his c.o.c.k but I barely noticed that as he just kept f.u.c.k.i.n.g and f.u.c.k.i.n.g and f.u.c.k.i.n.g.

As the black guy f.u.c.k.e.d me, I felt a strong obviously male hand grasp my c.o.c.k and start stroking it.

My fingers were still clamped lightly on the black guy's n.i.p.p.l.es, at first anyway. I soon noticed that the harder I pinched the faster he f.u.c.k.e.d … and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my s.l.u.t mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled, 'You ready for my c.u.m, white boy?"

I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message because I felt his balls draw up tight. And his thrusts became shorter and harder as his spit-slicked c.o.c.k seeming to grow and throb even more.

He cried out as he c.u.mmed, pulling back so that only the big head was past my lips and me s.u.c.k.i.n.g like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot c.u.m erupted into my mouth. So much hotter, so much thicker, so much sweeter than his pre-c.u.m, it was so delicious. I tried and tried to swallow it all, but inevitably some of it leaked out around the sides of my lips and oozed over my cheeks. With a final shiver he finished, pulling back, leaving me lying there with my jaws slightly sore and my stomach full of his thick salty c.u.m.

Someone, I assume was Lewis started scooping up the trickles with their fingers and putting them in my mouth so I could lick them clean.

I heard someone giggle as strong hands turned me over on my stomach. Then as someone sat down on the side of the bed he pulled my face towards his l.a.p. As my head bumped against his belly, it was soft so I guessed that the guy was carrying a little extra weight around his middle.

I felt the head of his c.o.c.k placed against my lips. He tasted salty. He must have been at work all day and had been perspiring, causing his c.o.c.k was bathed in a sea of salty sweat. I could smell his muskiness. The pheromones kicked in immediately. I took his length into my mouth and s.u.c.k.e.d hard. My tongue pressed against the underneath of his shaft as I pulled away, only to reinsert it again for another long suck.

Bobbing my head rhythmically up and down in his l.a.p, I massaged the stiff tube of flesh with talented lips and tongue, tasting the telltale seepage of pungent pre-c.u.m on my tongue. The pudgy man squirmed on the side of the bed, legs parted as wide as he could get them, his hands spread across the back of my neck and shoulders.

"Oh, f.u.c.k, you're good at that," he muttered in a familiar but unrecognized voice. The wet s.u.c.k.i.n.g and slurping sounds made by my eager, tugging mouth only enhanced his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, giving him the impression that I truly enjoyed what I was doing.

My only response was a muffled but apparently agreeable m.o.a.n. My hand deftly manipulated his balls, rolling the fleshy sacks between my fingers.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit," muttered the pudgy guy. In seconds he was pumping his h.i.p.s up and down, careless of my comfort, wanting only to get off. His c.o.c.k tingled electrically in my mouth, swelling to the limit of stiffness before erupting. He gasped and spasmed, m.o.a.ning loudly and shaking as I s.u.c.k.e.d every last drop of c.u.m from his straining d.i.c.k, laving the head of his c.o.c.k with massaging swirls of my tongue.

As I finally lifted up, lips pursed closed and decorated with a slimy film of c.u.m, the haunting familiar voice muttered, 'Hot damn that faggot can suck a c.o.c.k.'

As I laid my head down to relax and catch my breath, basking in being in this place with a bunch of horny n.a.k.e.d men, I started slowly rubbing my awakening c.o.c.k.

I heard some rustling sounds on the bed as another familiar voice said, 'My turn.'

Rolling my head to the left, even though I couldn't see, I instinctively knew that there was a firm cut c.o.c.k looking at me with its large swollen head leaking a drop of pre c.u.m. A million emotions ran through my body as I realized that I should know the voice. Confused, I did what any red-blooded c.o.c.ksucker would do in this situation. I reached out and grabbed the protruding c.o.c.k and immediately s.u.c.k.e.d it into my mouth.

I was in complete control of my senses by this time and I knew that this was going to be a very memorable blowjob.

It wasn't a large c.o.c.k, maybe five to six inches long but fat. It was a nice sized to suck and the soft feeling of male flesh in my mouth was exciting. I could feel all the veins on the shaft with my tongue and how the soft hood of that c.o.c.k felt as it rubbed on the roof of my mouth. I began trying to get as much of it in my mouth as possible and started to gag. The hair around his c.o.c.k and the odor was pleasant and the feeling of his balls in my hand as I manipulated them between my fingers was exciting.

As his c.o.c.k became more aroused I could feel his ball sack start to tighten up and his c.o.c.k got harder and his breathing began to quicken as he pushed further into my mouth and froze in place. I knew he was going to shoot any second so I just s.u.c.k.e.d his c.o.c.k into my mouth as far as it would go. I felt my gag reflex try to push this foreign object out but I wasn't going to be denied so I just pushed harder and the swollen head seemed to slip past my gag reflex just as he started shooting his c.u.m down my throat. I didn't even have to swallow. The hot c.u.m just oozed down my throat. I was gagging but I stayed on the c.o.c.k, s.u.c.k.i.n.g it and enjoying the feeling it gave me as it softened and slipped from my mouth.

Then I felt familiar hands pulling me into a sitting position and Lewis said, 'Drink this,' as he pressed a cool moist glass into my hand. 'Rest and catch your breath,' he chuckled, 'because you're just getting started.'

I had barely caught my breath when another c.o.c.k was poked into my mouth. This one was a lot thicker and longer than the last one. Again I had no idea who the c.o.c.k belonged to. The head was so thick I had to force my mouth wide open to take it. I could hear the guy m.o.a.ning, 'Uuuum,' as I s.u.c.k.e.d. Pulling his c.o.c.k out of my mouth and pressing his balls again my lips, a nameless voice said, "Start l.i.c.k.i.n.g."

I had no choice but to run my tongue over his balls. Although I couldn't see, I could tell by the way his sack was jerking that he was stroking his c.o.c.k while I licked his ball. After I had tongued his balls my nameless assailant ordered me, 'Put my c.o.c.k back in your mouth.'

I felt the throbbing c.o.c.k growing inside my mouth and knew my anonymous lover was getting ready to c.u.m. And I couldn't wait to have this luscious c.o.c.k spewing down my throat. I picked up the pace and s.u.c.k.e.d deeper and harder. I felt him thrust his hip against my face and then the first spasm hit and a gush of thick, steamy c.u.m hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly but not fast enough, the second shot of c.u.m filled my mouth and oozed out of the corners of my mouth.

I was enjoying the feeling of the warm c.u.m in my mouth, languishing in the salty flavor. With each spasm of the throbbing c.o.c.k, I found himself enjoying the taste more and more.

Finally, the c.o.c.k stopped the flow of c.u.m and just twitched in my mouth every time I ran my tongue along the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e underside. I didn't want to let go. I was thrilling in the feeling of having a c.o.c.k in my mouth. I was amazed, here I was a man with a wife, two kids and I was letting another man fill my mouth with his c.u.m.

To my surprise, the next guy still had is u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r on. When I put my hand on his crotch I could feel a big mound of pubic hair framing his semi-hard d.i.c.k through his jockeys. As I felt his growing hardness, he apologized for not being hard yet. He said, 'This is my first time with a guy and I'm nervous so it'll take me a little longer to be ready.'

When I squeezed its length, he was right, he felt like he was a below size, four to five inches, maybe. I could wait for his full hardness because what I really wanted right then was just below, nestled between his open t.h.i.g.hs. I reached deeper into the bottom of his b.r.i.e.f.s and took a handful of his warm, hairy ball sack. They were a velvety softness that I couldn't rightly describe.

I told him to lie back. When he did we both knew what was coming next. He lifted his h.i.p.s off the bed and I blindly grabbed the waistband of his jockeys with both hands and tugged his them past his h.i.p.s, then on down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Even though I was going by feel, it was obvious that his nervousness had subsided and he was completely ready to have me bring him to o.r.g.a.s.m.

The tip of his d.i.c.k barely extended past the thick thatch of pubic hair that formed a triangle at the base of his abdomen. He wasn't big, but his circ.u.mcised c.o.c.k was straight as an arrow with a slight upturn to his left. I ran my fingers through his bush with one hand and cupped his dangling balls with the other.

He actually whimpered when I wrapped my lips around his c.o.c.k … but before I could start to suck it his c.o.c.k pulsated hard on my lips and accompanied by an almost painful m.o.a.n, a hot stream of c.u.m squirted out and down my throat. It shot so hard and fast I didn't have any warning and I started to gag on it. I swallowed quickly, but some of the salty fluid came out the corner of my mouth. Then the guy m.o.a.n.e.d, 'Ohmigod,' as he slid his c.o.c.k out of my mouth and scrambled off the bed.

The next guy was big; his uncirc.u.mcised c.o.c.k was straight as an arrow with a slight tilt upward. I ran my fingers through his bush with one hand and cupped his dangling balls with the other. He was completely untrimmed. The base of his d.i.c.k had hair wrapped around the lower part of his shaft and his balls were covered in soft fur. The only discovery that remained was the touch, taste, and sensation of this man's drooling d.i.c.k in my mouth.

Occasionally I would reach under his sack to massage his taint, the space between his balls and his a.s.s hole and slide my wet finger into the crack where his legs met. I wanted to tongue f.u.c.k his opening so I released his wet c.o.c.k from my mouth. I put my face between his legs and tried to pry them open wider, but he said, 'I'm close to c.u.m.m.i.n.g. Stop tonguing me and put my c.o.c.k back in your mouth.'