Gorgeous

I had bombarded his hearing, now it was time for his sight. I stepped in close behind him and when he opened his eyes again I locked my gaze with his in the mirror over his shoulder.

"Look at you".

I brought my hands around him and lightly scratched his belly.

"Look at this beautiful young man. Look at this flawless skin. This lovely chest. These sweet nipples."

I squeezed them gently as I mentioned them. He gasped and his eyes snapped shut. I let my hands trail every inch of his body that the mirror showed and talked him through every delicious inch. At first he kept his eyes shut, but eventually, he couldn't help but watch the progress of my hands over his moist skin.

"Look at your perfect hips. One swing with those and no man could say no to you. Look at your legs. The slender thighs and calves. Just look at them. And your feet. These feet were made to be tickled."

And as I said so, I lifted up his left foot and ran a single finger underneath. He pulled back his foot and I thought I saw a shadow of a smile across his face. Yes, we were getting there. But I suspected the hardest part was still to come. I stood up and cupped his face with my hands from behind.

"Look at your eyes. Just look at them. How deep they are. How bright. But they will be brighter. Oh yes. I will make them shine tonight. And your lips. My God, look at your lips! Those sensual lips. They can have no other purpose than sliding over a man's cock. And if lady luck smiles on me, I will see that later."

I trailed a finger over his lips and they parted slightly. He let out a deep sigh as I ran my finger over his lower lip. Then he surprised me by suddenly sucking my finger into his mouth. I wasn't prepared for it and i couldn't help but moan right next to his ear. I felt him shiver. He let his tongue dance over my finger for a while more, before pulling off and kissing it gently. Holy cow... if this was anything like what he would do to me later, all my famous self control would be right out the window. But now for the grand finale. I sent a silent prayer for strength to some higher power, before reaching down and cupping his balls with one hand and held his hard-again cock in my other. He had shut his eyes again. He clearly didn't want to look at this. But I intended to force him to face it - to realize how delicious he was. Every last bit of him.

"My sweet young virgin. Look at what I have in the palm of my hand. Just look at it. Look at it and see what I can do with it."

He drew in a sharp breath as I gently squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft a few times. It took all my self control to hold back now. I suddenly stopped still. We just stood there. Him, with his eyes closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Me, with his burning hot cock and balls in my hands. But I wouldn't give him more before he looked.

"Just look at it. See what I can do with it."

Still I did nothing. He tried to move so my hand would stroke him, but I squeezed my elbows tight to his sides, so he couldn't.

"Just look. Then there will be more. Look at it. Look at this beautiful cock. Look at that delicious head appearing when I stroke. Just look. Just look."

He was sweating now and his nails were cutting into his palms as he clenched his fists, trying to fight the inevitable. But he was giving in. I felt it as sure as I felt the drop of pre cum dripping onto my hand from the tip of his cock. Finally his eyes snapped open and as soon as I saw it, I began stroking him.

I let him watch as his cock dipped in and out of my hand and as my other hand gently tickled and squeezed his balls. Now that his eyes were open, it looked like he was never going to close them again. He was staring mesmerized at my hands, which were doing every good thing to him I knew. And still I talked to him.

"Look how smooth the head is. See how it's glistening with your pre cum. Look at it. Watch me spread all this wonderful liquid all over your cock head. Look at my thumb rubbing it in. Just look at it. Look at these luscious balls. Watch how they contract when I tickle them."

He was gasping again and was leaning back towards me, which just made his wonderful slim cock even more obvious in the mirror. His eyes never left his groin now and I made the most of it - rubbing, stroking, tickling, squeezing; inducing the fantastic sensations I knew were completely new to him. At least, coming from someone else.

There was just one more thing to show him. In one swift move I removed my hand from his cock and lifted up his right leg. My other hand lifted up his balls and the mirror now revealed that little secret spot. I wondered if he had ever actually looked at himself like this. From the way his eyes widened and stared, I'd say not. His little brown knot stood out clearly against his white skin, and I must admit my self-restraint was quickly diminishing, as I watched and drooled. It took me some effort to get back on track for the last bit.

"Wow. Look at that sweet little cherry. My God, look at it. See how sweet and tight it looks. So sweet... so sweet. Oh how I'll enjoy eating up that sweet little knot. Softening it up to make room for my cock. I can hardly wait."

As a final touch I let my pinky on the hand that held his balls stretch in and just slide once over the knot. He moaned loudly and his eyes slid shut. I quickly squeezed at the base of his cock, and with a little skill and patience, I managed to hold back his impending orgasm.

He panted heavily - like he had just run a marathon - when I finally let him go. His knees were shaking and his cock was throbbing visibly. As I looked into his eyes, I finally saw what I had been waiting for. Blazing hot hunger. No longer hidden away under all his fears and doubts. He was no longer looking at himself. He was looking at me and positively x-raying me with his gaze. He turned away from the mirror and faced me. Now that I had made him face himself he was more than ready for what he'd really come for. Now it was time for him to act. I had done my part, for now.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I headed slowly towards the bedroom and, without looking back, I sensed him following me. As I reached the bedroom door, I looked back at him and saw him staring hungrily at my ass. My cock lurched again and I was very happy to know that I would soon feel some release, myself. I went in and laid back on the bed with my hands behind my head.

He just stood there for a while, staring at me in the dim light. His lips were parted slightly and his heavy breathing was very visible as his chest widened immensely at each breath. I just waited. Rather impatiently, I might add, but I wanted him to take the step. And finally, he did. He very slowly crawled onto the bed towards me. His eyes were locked on my cock, which was now more or less purple from holding back. Just to tease him a bit, I wiggled on the bed, so my cock waved in front of his face. His eyes followed it from side to side and he looked like he was about to start drooling. Yes sir, we had arrived. He looked up at me once for some sort of confirmation and I hardly had time to nod encouragingly before he dove in.

I very nearly screamed as his hot mouth closed around my cock. He let his tongue explore my cock head and I let him do it. Frankly, after one look at his sweet lips around my rod, I would let him do anything to me for as long as he liked. Damn, he was hot! He explored and bobbed a little every once in a while and he was driving me out of my mind. I thought it was time to warn him as I felt my balls starting to tingle, but just as I was about to do so, he dove down quickly so my cock head bumped into the back of his mouth. At the same second he reached down and squeezed my balls and I was gone. There was simply no time to do or say anything before I erupted into his mouth roaring out my pleasure. When I felt the first spurt leave my body, I tried to let him know that it was alright to pull off if he wanted, but as he tasted it, he clamped his lips more tightly around my shaft, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. I gasped for air as spurt after spurt left me, and I saw little exploding dots before my eyes as he kept sucking my cock after the last was drained from me.

I felt him finally release my cock, and, after blinking furiously a few times, he swam into focus again, crawling up along my side. As soon as I had caught my breath again, I closed my arms around him and kissed him for all he was worth. I hungrily ate his mouth and he whimpered against my lips. I quickly slipped off his glasses and kissed his face all over. I heard him gasping for air as I moved downwards. I kissed, nibbled and scratched my way down... down... down. By the time I got to his belly button, I had to force myself to stop and let him collect himself a little. This time, he suppressed his release with no help from me. I looked down at him proudly as he sweated and panted, willing himself to calm down. I didn't make it easy for him, however. I watched him lying there and let my eyes take in the whole glorious sight. At the same time, I licked my lips and stroked my semi-hard cock, letting him watch me while he tried to breathe more normally.

When I felt he was sufficiently relaxed again, I intended to go the rest of the way, if that was what he wanted. I crawled on top of him and kissed him with passion. Then I locked my gaze with his, feeling my heart thunder at the look in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Gorgeous."

His eyes fluttered closed and he held me tightly. Then he looked directly at me and drove me wild, by saying quite clearly:

"I want you to take me. I want you to pop my cherry, to take my ass and fuck me silly. Please, please fuck me."

He was begging me and I was so ready to give in. I dug out lube as fast as lightning and started to get him ready. I spread his legs and probed and felt him using plenty of the lube. But he had more surprises. After only a few seconds of the usual virgin tightness, he suddenly showed unusual skill in relaxing, and in no time at all he was ready.

From the second my first finger passed his rim, he was whimpering and moaning. I heard him gasping and gibbering all kinds of hot things while I worked him up. He was almost weeping with pleasure when I finally felt he was ready, and as soon as I popped my cock head inside, he shot an amazing load all over his belly. When he was done shooting, I took advantage of his relaxed state and slowly, but smoothly drove my rod into him to the hilt. He moaned and writhed under me and kept begging me for... I hardly knew what. He was gibbering incoherently as I steadily fucked him deeply. The only words that rang clearly through the room were:

"Please, please, please..."

His cock never went completely soft after his last climax, and it was a matter of a few minutes before he was sporting the same amazing hard-on, and building for another orgasm. I felt I had been pushing the truth a little when talking him to release in the bath, but I was starting to think it might actually happen. He seemed to have a lot more in him than I had thought a first timer would. Oh, he was a treasure. I made a mental note to thank David a million times next time I saw him, for serving this gem to me on a platter. A few more deep strokes and a couple of times hammering suddenly in to the hilt, and he came again. Not as much as before, but still plenty, considering what I had already drained from him today. In my opinion it was amazing indeed.

I thought he might be needing a little rest after so much in such a short time, so I started to pull out. Before I made it all the way, however, he clenched his legs around me and forced me back in. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his head, and pulled me down for a kiss. He attacked my mouth with all he had. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. I felt him breathing very hard through his nose and the heat from his blushing face so close to mine. He was certainly waking up now. I felt a deep kind of joy watching him letting all his pent up lusts loose on me. Oh my. Lucky, lucky me. He scratched my back wildly as he bucked his hips towards me for more. I held back a little, trying to sweeten the experience for him, but he suddenly snarled at me and forced himself towards me, so my cock slid even deeper inside him. I didn't think it was possible, but there it was. I couldn't believe how this angel was turning demon right before my eyes. His eyes were glassy and sweat was running down his neck. As I bent down to lick it up, he grabbed my head and roughly forced my face up to look him in the eyes. He panted deeply for a second before growling, yes, growling at me:

"Fuck... me... now!"

I was taken aback, but my cock certainly wasn't. I felt it twitch and so did he. He yelped and grabbed my ass so hard I thought it might be bruised. So I gave him what he wanted.

I lifted his legs to my shoulders and firmly grabbed his thighs. I pulled out, slowly, and enjoyed for a second watching him squirm, before hammering into him with all I had. He screamed so loud I feared I might have hurt him, but then he started screaming words at me that left no doubt what he wanted.

"YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!!"

If I needed any more encouragement, this was certainly sufficient. I gave it everything I had and my own cock soon felt a little sore from the experience. Never-the-less, I felt myself tingle again and somehow he must have sensed it too, because he screamed, moaned, yelled and cried at me to come in him, to fill him up, to drench his ass in my seed. Then all thought was lost as I exploded in my second orgasm of the evening. I fell backwards a little and let out a roar of satisfaction, feeling the climax rushing through my body. And to top it off, I felt him clench tightly around me and the last thing I saw before collapsing was his hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it once and dripping out a few more drops of cum onto the puddle already sliding towards his chin.

The first thing going through my mind when I started to come around again, was that there might be something in the old rumors of going blind from too much sex. Truth be told, my vision was blurred for a while, until I got my breathing working properly again. Damn. Any more of that and I feared I might have a heart attack. I just lay there on the lower half of the bed with his legs over me for a while, listening to us both panting. When he moved his legs off and sat up, there was something different about him. As he swung round and crawled towards me, I realized what it was. He was trying to look sexy! And damn was he doing a good job! He rocked his hips slightly while licking his lips and crawling on top if me. I was stunned. Some lucky bastard was going to have a hard time pleasing him if he wanted this much every time. He sat on my waist and rested his elbows on my chest, while letting my cum drip out of him onto my groin. God, he was hot! He bent down and kissed me deeply and rubbed his cum over my belly with his still semi-hard cock. Damn would that monster never go down? I had to say something, as he clearly wanted more than I could provide right now. Must be an age thing but these two climaxes were my limit.

"I'm sorry Gorgeous, but this old man is too tired for more, right now."

He pouted and tried to make a disappointed face, but he only succeeded in making his lips look fuller. My cock stirred feebly, before going slack again. Had I been ten years younger...

He licked my neck and was nibbling on my earlobe when I heard him breathe into my ear:

"You said you'd suck my cock after making me come three times..."

I groaned and was about to say something like 'maybe later', when he sat up and started stroking himself in front of me. He pouted again.

"Pretty please?"

He licked his full lips and gave me a look that clearly told me he wasn't done yet. God, what had I unleashed?? He put on quite a show for me. Sitting on top of me, he stroked himself, pinched his own nipples and let out some low sounds of pleasure when playing with his balls and reaching further back. I saw his fingers disappear under him and, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back with pleasure, I couldn't pretend I didn't want him him anymore.

My cock might not be up for more, but the little break gave me the energy I needed to go on. After all, didn't I promise to suck his cock?

I quickly pulled him up to my face, feeling my own cum oozing from his ass all the way, and dove onto his cock. He sighed deeply and continued to pinch his nipples and lick his lips, while I worked on him. I gave it all I had, doing all the things I enjoyed myself and had him panting again in only minutes. Then my playful side emerged and I had an incredible urge to tease him. So I let his cock go and looked up at him.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Say nothing and I'll do nothing."

I licked my lips and gave him a little time to catch on. Then to my surprise he smiled wickedly and scooted an inch closer.

"Then lick my balls. All over."

And I did. I felt his wet cock sliding over my nose while licking and I really regretted that my own was down at the moment. He was watching my every move and was obviously very hooked on this.

"Smell my cock. And squeeze my balls while you do it."

I drew in the smell of him. Oh boy, was it sexy. When I squeezed his balls, he hissed as he inhaled sharply and bucked a little. He then leaned over my face and stood on his knees over me.

"Now take my cock, all the way down your hungry throat. Take it like you mean it!".

I was close to responding something like 'Yes Sir!' but was saved by him plunging in. He gave me no time to adjust, but as this was something I had plenty of experience with, I managed it - to his immense pleasure. I hummed deep within my throat, causing him to gasp and rotate his hips. I treated him to every trick I knew of and when he started to hump my face mercilessly, I plunged two fingers up his still loose and slippery ass. He immediately screamed and his cock jerked violently in my throat. I felt not so much a spurt as a trickle, as he came once again.

I sucked deeply to get out the very last drops he had to give, and felt his arms shake under him. I reached up and held him under his arms, helping him roll off me and onto the bed. I could see his now deep purple cock clearly against his white skin, even in the dim light, and it was still throbbing visibly as he lay there panting. I thought he was absolutely beautiful in his afterglow. He was a delicate pink color across his face and neck and was covered in sweat all over. I just settled there on my side, watching him slide into sleep. When I heard a little snore from him, I spooned up behind him and covered us both with a blanket. I couldn't sleep, so I just lay for maybe an hour watching him. He smiled and grunted, without waking up, and I was deliriously happy that I was the cause of that smile.

Suddenly I heard a distant phone ring. It wasn't a tune I recognized, but before I could get up and investigate, Andrew stirred and woke up. When he heard the ringing he scrambled out of bed and ran for the phone I supposed was in his jacket in the hall. Even across the distance, I could hear an angry female voice yelling down the phone. Andrew gave mumbled replies to her rambling and hung up after a few minutes. When he came back into the bedroom, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply.

"My mum wants me to be home this instant. I hate still living at home."

His voice was bitter, so I couldn't help sliding up to him and kissing the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and melted back into me.

"I wish I could stay, but I really have to go. I didn't tell mum where I was going and she's having a fit."