Enlightenment in the Time of Free Love [2 stories, M/F, M/F]

(This is a little stream-of-consciousness and a bit artsy-fartsy–if you don’t like it, oh well. Also, names are of course not the real names of the gentlemen involved)

His name was Dave, he looked like Lister in his younger days. We bonded over gaming and Red Dwarf, and he came to me wanting to escape the daily grind. We kissed, and it was epiphanic. He sucked my tits, hard at first and then softly, teasing my hard nipples with his lips and tongue. We shed our clothes, and I planted my lips on his cock. I reveled in the feel of his silky head on my lips and the ridges and veins under my tongue. I took Dave deeper into my mouth than I’d taken a man before, and The Reflex didn’t complain–at first. I held him there, just before the back of my soft palate, letting the tip of my tongue play along the underside of his cock from head to mid-shaft. I tried to go deeper, and The Reflex rebelled.

Dave suckled on my neck when I sat back, in the same spot where I had a hickie twenty years ago, and I knew that I wanted him inside me. I lay back on the bed and he put on a condom, and he slid into my tight pussy. The sheets were slick, though, and we weren’t able to find purchase to continue that most perfect of unions. Sisyphus rolling a rock up a hill. We gave up after several minutes of trying to negotiate the tricky logistics of angles and slick sheets, and shared a giggle as I pulled the condom off of his cock with a *snap!* Dave lay next to me, and I suckled his cock some more–not really trying to make him cum, but just enjoying how he felt and tasted and sounded when I sucked and licked his balls. I’m a very touchy-feely person, and I am not shy about showing physical affection to somebody that I like and who is OK with it. We held each other and talked and joked and touched and caressed, wearing nothing except smiles, and it was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had even though neither of us came.

That was the first foray to Nirvana.

His name was Aziz, and he smelled of roses. Tall, cute and dorky, with a gorgeous uncut cock. The head was deep rose and the flared corona stood out proudly from his foreskin, contrasted with a mahogany shaft and balls. He felt like velvet on my lips as I skimmed him, tip of my tongue tracing the corona and veins on my way to feeling the contours of his balls when I took them into my mouth. I ran deep but not at all silent, moaning as I licked and sucked and enjoyed the hell out of pleasuring Aziz.

Mmm. I can’t over how lovely it was–*he* was. I truly believe that all cocks are beautiful and deserving of love. He fingered my clit, sucked and lightly tweaked my nipples, teasing me as I was teasing him. I wanted it to go on for hours, just showering that beautiful multi-toned phallus with licks and sucks and caresses as he moaned and told me what he liked and wanted more of. He asked me to grip his shaft as he started thrusting his cock into my mouth, and I tensed my tongue to tickle the underside as he thrust. When Aziz came, it was like slightly salty ambrosia coursing down over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed as he came, and kept sucking and licking and teasing as his cock softened. He knelt next to me, and I lightly caressed the head with my thumb, satisfying my tactile nature before he dressed. We chatted for a few minutes, and he left.

That was the second foray to Nirvana, and I wonder if I will ever pass that way again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dve3f/enlightenment_in_the_time_of_free_love_2_stories

1 comment

  1. This was a truly excellent story! You have a very vivid writing style that helps captivate the action that was going on. I’m incredibly jealous of both the gentleman you had the chance of meeting. Thanks for a great write up and I look forward to more stories from you in the future.

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