twisted-talez: “Get that fuckin’ precum,” I ordered the boy. “Yeah, that’s it … Fucking taste it.” H
twisted-talez: “Get that fuckin’ precum,” I ordered the boy. “Yeah, that’s it … Fucking taste it.” His tongue lapped at the tip of my cock, and then a smile spread on his boyish face. “Mmm,” he moaned. “It tastes sweet … like pineapple.” I leaned over and kissed his head, saying, “You’re about to get a lot more of that, boy.”I wanted the boy the moment he sat next to me at the crowded airport gate at O’Hare. Fuck, he was hot. He had been two seats up from me on the flight from Portland, and now we were on the same connecting flight to Miami — a flight that was now delayed in Chicago for winter weather. I had a good ten years on him, but had yet to outgrow my love for college jocks. “You in school?” I asked the boy, breaking the ice. “Yeah, I’m at UM,” he smiled while removing his AirPods. “No way!” I exclaimed. “I’m an alum. My wife and I met there, in fact. Class of ‘08. Go ‘Canes!” For the next hour we discussed school, football, and a host of other topics as our flight grew more and more delayed. Finally, the gate agent came on the loud speaker. Heavy snow was grounding all flights. We would all be bumped to a morning flight. The boy texted his girlfriend the bad news, while I scrambled to book a nearby hotel for the night. “There are still rooms at the Hilton, if you want to book one,” I informed him. “I just called an Uber, if you want to ride there with me.” The boy’s face fell as he looked down at his feet. “I can’t afford a room,” he sheepishly admitted. “I’m just gonna sleep here in the terminal.” I reached down and picked up his carry-on bag. “No, wait. That’s my bag,” he began to stop me. “I know,” I said laughing. “Your ass is staying with me at the Hilton. No excuses.” He gave me a look like he wanted to kiss me, which was exactly my hope. On the Uber to the Hilton, the boy told me his name is Mike and that he’s pre-med at UM. I love a smart jock. The only available room at the Hilton had a king bed. I explained to Mike that we’d have to share a bed, but he didn’t seem to care. When we got up to the room, I told Mike I needed a shower and suggested that he make himself comfortable. I came out of the bathroom freshly showered with just a towel around my waist. Mike was relaxing on the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. I leaned against the bureau facing Mike, and asked, “Do you want a shower? Or we can order up some food if you’re hungry?” Mike didn’t answer, but instead rose from the bed and came toward me. His briefs were tenting. Mike kneeled before me and opened my towel. My rock hard 8-incher nearly smacked him in the face. My cock is like a faucet and I already had precum dripping from the tip. I ordered Mike to lap it up. He devoured my sticky, sweet syrup, saying it tasted like pineapple. “I want your cum next,” Mike demanded as he began to take my cock down his throat. Fuck, could he suck a dick. He was ravenous, and kept pulling my cock from his mouth to string my ever-flowing, thread-like, precum from his tongue. “Fuck my throat,” Mike demanded. “I want you to fuck that nut down my throat.” I eagerly complied and gripped his head between my hands as I jackhammered his throat. “Fuck, you know how to service a dick,” I praised him. “Yeah, you want this cum? Yeah? ‘Cause you’re about to get it, boy.”Mike’s face was read and saliva was streaming down his chin as my cock blasted his tonsils with my load. He kept my cock far down his throat, nearly gagging on my cum, before he pulled off and gasped for air. Mike then stood up and kissed me, feeding me some of my load from his tongue. “Damn, you’ve got a hot cock,” Mike moaned. “And your cum tastes so fucking good.”Mike’s chin was smeared with cum and saliva. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I insisted while guiding Mike to the shower. I got in there with him and treated him to an intense shoulder rub as he relaxed under the warm water from the shower head. Mike reached back and found I was hard again. He turned around, dropped to his knees, and took my cock in his mouth once more. I leaned against the shower wall with Mike’s hand pressed against me as he treated me to a slow, luxurious blow job. It was an entirely different experience from the fast and furious face fucking I’d just given him, and it was incredible. The versatility of his oral talents was admirable. After Mike had expertly drained my balls for a second time, we towel dried and slipped under the covers. Mike instantly curled up next to me with his head on my arm and his hand resting on my stomach. “I felt like a lost puppy when you were going to leave for the hotel,” he admitted. “Thank you for bringing me with you.” I kissed him and soon we were drifting off to sleep, our bodies entwined blissfully. A text alert woke us at 6 am. It was the airline. Our flight had been rescheduled for 8 am. Mike got the same text alert and was returning his phone to the bed table when he asked, “What happens if we miss that flight?” His hand was under the covers feeling for my cock as I replied, “I suppose they’d just have to book us on a later flight. Is that what you want?” Mike kissed me and said, “Yes, and there’s one more thing that I want.” His voice grew soft and tentative as he continued, “I want you inside me. I’ve never been … fucked. And I want that with you.”I instantly rose from the bed. “Wait, where are you going?” Mike asked with apprehension. “I’m just getting some lube from my travel bag,” I reassured him. I then reached for my phone while saying, “And I need to text my wife. We’re staying here another night. It’s a shame the airline can’t get us on another flight today.” Mike laughed as I returned to bed and kissed him deeply in anticipation of taking his virgin hole. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link