Well, boys, I love to watch quality cocksucking.
Here is the story of the first live show I ever attended.
Warm, luscious mouths waiting to be filled . . . I remember the first time I saw him . . .
I watched, curled into the chair, relaxed, eyes lazily roaming the room. Till I saw him, brown hair falling into his eyes, head bent down, full moist lips parted. I sat up, feeling the familiar tension ride through me—that I want . . . need . . . ache—the imperative to see him conquered and then conquer him myself. A light thud as my feet hit the floor. Scooting to the edge of my seat to watch, waiting with bated breath, hoping that some man would soon approach him. My eyes like liquid running over his form, from the soft brown curls on his head to his hard, chiseled jaw . . . down across his broad shoulders, the tight pecs . . . Oh yes, I looked him over, devouring him in my mind. He had the body of a god. The kind of perfection that makes you curl your fingers into your palm so you don't run your hands over those tight abs . . . down, down, down . . .
So intent on him that I didn't notice the hard-cocked muscular man until he was standing right in front of him, cock raised stiff past his navel—thick, veiny, the head glistening, and definitely in need of a warm, wet mouth. My thigh muscles tightened as I clenched my legs together. Not a word was spoken between the men. Biting my lip, I watched: as he looked up, brushed a curl out of his eye, slowly opened his mouth, tongue rolling forward, tip pressed into a hard point, lapping at the head . . . I still groan: seeing those rough hands in his curls, pulling his mouth closer, cock sliding between his lips, oh and how he sighs as his throat is filled. I watch as the hands slip to his shoulders, I watch the man riding his stretched mouth, pumping in and out, in and out, faster, deeper, harder . . . I never knew a gag could be so sexy. I drip, I’m dripping now, as that cock rams all the way in, down his throat . . . feeding him—God, he sucked and bobbed, fucking his perfect face on that cock . . . feasting as if starving . . .