The New Tenant, Part 2.
As with Part 1, about 1% of this story is true; the rest is fantasy!
Following on from Part 1, in which I had called in to visit my new tenant, “Brian,” and ended up on my knees sucking his cock and swallowing his load. And now it was my turn; at least that is what I assumed as a naked Brian led me upstairs to the main bedroom.
Having removed my clothes, I lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, and tried to remember my last sexual encounter in that bedroom prior to moving away. I remember the times I had fucked “Suzie,” a bored married woman whom I had used purely for sex since she was not getting it from her much-older husband. We met through work and met up and fucked several times. The most recent was my fondest memory of her—she had sucked me to orgasm and swallowed my load, a first for me! I never forgot the feeling of her velvet tongue running over my cockhead and sweet spot, and wondered if any blowjob could surpass that experience—was I soon to find out? She asked me to go down on her, and I tried, but her taste was rather bitter and immediately turned me off. I very much enjoy tasting pussy—one of my conquests, although not in that bedroom, had a delicious nectar-tasting vagina, and she was the first woman whom I’d brought to an oral orgasm.
Now I was about to experience a blowjob from a man.
I closed my eyes as Brian lay on his side next to me, and he began to run his fingertips over my chest, lower to my abdomen and thighs, deliberately avoiding my cock, which was begging for attention. His fingers found my nipples, which he circled and pinched gently—this was such an arousing sensation; my cock was so hard.
Brian leant over me and licked my nipples, flicking and sucking, which was such a delicious feeling; I could feel copious amounts of precum rising in my aching cock and leaking out onto my belly. Brian noticed and coated a finger with the warm, clear fluid from the rapidly growing pool, continuing not to touch my cock.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth,’ he whispered.
I felt his precum-coated finger brush my lips and enter my mouth. No encouragement was needed as I licked and sucked the precum-coated finger of another man in my mouth.
“Delicious,” I purred.
‘Now close your mouth,’ he said as he coated two fingers with my precum.
Brian’s lubricated fingers found my lips, which he coated with two or three more scoops of my nectar. With my eyes still closed, I felt Brian’s tongue brushing my lips, tasting me, and I responded by slowly opening my mouth to allow him to kiss me properly. His tongue slowly entered my mouth and found my tongue, and we locked lips and danced a tongue pirouette!
This delicious moment was repeated as Brian’s tongue fed me more of my precum.
My cock was ready to explode, and Brian sensed this; his tongue left my mouth and moved down over my neck, onto my chest, lower and lower towards my cock. I felt his tongue flick my head; I so wanted my cock in his mouth, but he was going to tease me a little.
Brian’s fingertips traced over my thighs, moving slowly up and in, almost brushing my balls, then back down and out before up and in again, making the lightest of contact on my balls. He then ran a finger from the base to the head of my cock and down again before gripping my shaft and squeezing and stroking me; the sensation was delicious. Brian’s hand moved slowly up and down my shaft, from base to head; electric sparks were firing inside my cock and balls, and the aching was becoming almost unbearable. He pulled down my foreskin to reveal the shiny helmet—his tongue again tasted precum—and finally, his warm, soft mouth engulfed my cock. It was heaven, and it was exquisite. I let out a delightful moan of ecstasy as each wave of pleasure pulsed through my body and mind.
I wanted those waves of pleasure to last forever, but was desperate to cum, and Brian knew this. He sucked forcefully on my cock while his tongue mirrored the actions of Suzie many years previously, but his working on my cock was far more intense than any woman could provide.
My climax began to build.
‘I’m cumming,’ I moaned; Brian sucked harder and deeper, and that took me over the edge.
My body convulsed, and I moaned loudly as spurt after spurt of my hot cum filled his mouth. He was swallowing everything; he was moaning too as I gave him my hot, creamy seed, pumping, pumping, pumping. As my convulsions and ejaculations subsided, I took a deep breath as my cock began to soften, still in Brian’s mouth. He wanted to swallow as much as I could give him, but he kept a little cum in his mouth and moved up to kiss me again, our tongues dancing once more, and I could taste my cum! Next time, I thought, I want a full mouthful, freshly delivered.
“Thank you, Brian, that was the most intense oral,” I purred. “It is true, guys give much better head than women,” I added.
“That’s because we want to—sometimes women feel giving oral to their man is some kind of obligation,” Brian replied. “Guys suck cock because we know how intense the sensations can be, and if the cock is clean and smells good, like yours, it is just as good for the giver as for the receiver.”
My reply confirmed how good Brian’s cock tasted when I sucked him in the kitchen and how creamy his cum was, and told him it was only my second time sucking cock—the first was a drunken affair several months previously, and after the dude came in my mouth, the motherfucker refused to reciprocate; he only jerked me off.
We both relaxed after the morning’s excitement, I naked on my back and Brian naked next to me, his leg lying over mine and his hand on my chest.
“Stay for a little longer, please; there is something I want to show you. It is another intimate man-on-man experience.”
How could I refuse such a pleasant request? And what did my new tenant have in mind?
We sleep for an hour and wake again…
Part 3 to follow soon.
