I’m picturing something:
Imagine a blowjob, but it seems to last forever. You take my dick into your mouth, pushing it against the back of the throat until your eyes water. You pull off, spit on it and while stroking with your hand you engulf my balls with your mouth. You know just how much pressure to apply with both mouth and jaw, giving gentle, juicy caresses instead of a deep tissue massage. When they’re nice and sloppy, you warmly work your way down, and your tongue begins jabbing for my asshole like a pugilist. When it connects, it lands a hook-hook-uppercut combination which knocks me the fuck out.
You snap me back to consciousness by pulling back my foreskin and teasing the exposed and incredibly sensitive head with tongue and (a tiny bit of) teeth. The powerful sensation focuses my attention completely onto you and the movements of your mouth. My whole body is tensed up as you tap dance on the tip with your tongue (Rest in Peace Gregory Hines).
You begin swirling your tongue around the outer circumference of the head like the hands of a potter applied to a lump of clay on a wheel. You stare me in the eyes as you do this. You have the sexiest eyes, and the look is amused with a tinge of malice.
The stare down continues a moment as your tongue continues its pirouettes.
I begin to smile and relax. The tip of my dick in your mouth feels like dipping my toes into a lake during a hot summer day. Your breath makes me feel a slight chill on the length of my saliva-moistened shaft, not unlike my limbs feeling a chill from the breeze after I emerge from a swim.
The gentle movements of your tongue on my head are almost like the weeds and minnows swimming by curiously and brushing my heels.
But everything at the lake is not so peaceful as it seems. The theme from Jaws begins to play. I open my eyes realizing I’m not alone. I begin to panic, frantically flailing my arms trying to swim to shore. You gently tighten your fist enough to ensure I can’t escape, still staring, licking and smiling menacingly.
The Jaws music intensifies.
The music stops
Everything is quiet
IT’S A BIG OL’ SHARK, NIGGA!!
You fucking GULP my dick like it’s Ahab’s leg, ramming it all the way down your throat and throwing your arms around my waist so I can’t escape. I put a pillow in my face and scream all kinds of obscenities; calling you a bitch and a mean-spirited harpy shrew of a cunt.
You find this funny. Then you think it would be even funnier to stick a finger up my ass.
You’re so funny.
You do this and I bite deep into the pillow as my cock starts contracting in your throat. You, feeling it twitch, receive the first few powerful spurts into the back of your throat and then pull your head back to take the rest into your mouth. I stop moving except for involuntary twitches. You ask me what’s wrong. I can’t say anything.
You let some dribble out the corners of your mouth and fall to my stomach like an OG pouring out some of his 40 to honour the dead homie.
Then you start again…