Morning Blowjob

It started in the hour before the alarm was set to go off – “of course,” Ad would say, “it’s vacation.” Why wouldn’t I wake spontaneously hours before I needed to be awake? Like a kid at Christmas morning, I can’t stay asleep when I know there is vacationing to be done. Never mind that vacation is not official until 11:30 a.m., when I walk out the door of my office today.

Anyway, I woke, and wriggled my butt against him where he spooned me. And was surprised – and gratified – to feel his cock harden against my backside.  It’s been awhile for us, for various reasons. But this morning… I pushed back some more, and he woke fully. I stroked him, reveling in his long, hard length. Have I mentioned it’s been awhile? Before he could change his mind, I opened my legs and guided him into me from behind.

We rocked and pushed and sighed and slipped against each other for awhile. Long enough for me to have an orgasm, and then, when he switched positions and rolled on top of me, putting my legs up by my ears, I came again, crying out sharply and making him laugh when I covered my mouth, because roommate.

Then he was laying back and drawing me to him, pushing me down between his legs.

It’s been so long since I’ve had his cock in my mouth.

Sucking my Bear’s cock is so different from sucking V’s. They are of similar length and girth, but what they like from me as their little cocksucker is vastly different. My Bear likes to push himself as deeply inside my mouth and as far down my throat as possible, teeth – and my gagging – be damned. He likes it wet and slippery and me gasping and choking. He likes my hand gripping him tightly as I slide it up and down his shaft and my spit drenches him.

I love the feel of his cock sliding down my throat. Of that momentary gag reaction before the head of his cock slips against the back of my throat and then down, deep, inside, until I choke and gasp for air, gulping and feeling spit and snot covering my face.

It takes a little practice this morning to get the rhythm just right. But it’s like riding a bike, and soon we are pushing him toward his orgasm, and he clenches his balls with one hand and the back of my head with other, twisting and thrusting up and into my mouth with a last, ferocious groan as he comes in my mouth.

Happy sort-of vacation! (It’s a work trip with a couple personal days tacked on.) Next stop, New Orleans!

 

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