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Kennick
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Tassos drew me towards him and kissed me on my now dry again, burning lips. His tongue seemed to be willing to wet them for me, to discover my tongue and suddenly he started to kiss my face, my cheeks and moved over to my ear-lobes. His lips enclosed my left ear-lobe and he cautiously nibbled on it, ignoring my moaning and not conscious of my rapidly growing erection.
Tassos turned my head to take care of the other ear-lobe too, but didn't stop at that point, his right hand found my left nipple, he squeezed it a bit, turned it into a piercing rock hard item I didn't know I had on my body and only then he let my ear-lobe go to turn his attention to my left nipple. His tongue that had felt so soft and tender on my ear was rough, almost hurting now and tried to break the resistance of my nipple that grew only harder. His hands were caressing my hairless pecs and were aiming at the right nipple, but I couldn't stand the tension any longer and asked for mercy. Tassos looked up at me and wanted to know why. I said that he didn't even know my name, he hadn't asked me at all. I knew his, because he told me his name, but he never cared to asked me back. He leaned back. He looked closely at my face, closed his eyes for a second and wanted to have three tries to guess my name. Nobody had done such a thing before, why making it complicated. I agreed and he pursed his full lips, until they became a thin line and started with Pavlos (Paul). No, I grinned, hence he smiled a very enigmatic smile and touched with his right hand my right nipple again that turned into a rock with no time. Then it could be Jonas, I shook my head with a broad smile on it and he reached with his right hand for my navel that wasn't touched so far. He licked his index finger and cautiously introduced it to my navel that gently took him up without any resistance. Kennick he said and locked his mouth onto my navel, smoothly caressed it with his rough tongue and left it with a kiss. He turned to look at my face that was glittering with tears, came close to me and dried away every tear with his kisses. Don't cry, he whispered, I want to hear you moan again, just for me.
Tassos returned to my six pack and made his way down to my groin with feverish, long and promissing kisses. He avoided my by that time almost bursting cock that was resting on my pubic hair and pointing slightly left from my navel. Tassos turned his attention to my inner thighs, covered them with his kisses, wet his lips, licked his index finger that had penetrated my navel and touched with it my pouch that started to move at this unexpected stimulation. He held my pouch and my filled balls in his hand, came back to me and kissed me with all his might. Kennick, he whispered, Kennick, and his hand kept moving around my pouch, kept firing me up and he didn't stop whispering my name into my ear, whenever he had to draw a breath. Suddenly my pouch moved upwards, I felt my six pack aching, my butt was tighter than ever before and only then he wet his index finger again, touched the rim of my almost bursting gland, managed to get around it, before I came with spasms and covered his right hand with my
. For me, he whispered, you came for me, when I took his right hand and began to lick off each of his fingers, for you, only for you. Were Tassos to expect me to be satisfied now, he was greatly mistaken. How could I not return such an orgasm? I wanted to know whether he would mind a tête-à-tête, he looked at me and said that he wouldn't speak any French, but I did, so I left his nipples and his pecs, his pouch and his six pack, his wonderfully fragrant groin and his inner thighs for later and took his huge cock into my mouth. Now it was my tongue that ruled the scene, the first moment it caressed his frenulum, the next one it made the round of his gland, the following moment it played with the slit on his gland to give me to taste something salty and sweet, then it disappeared from the scene to leave it to my lips to enclose his long and hard shaft as tight as possible and to move up and down. It must have been my intuition that led my left hand to his groin and his pubic hair, it started to caress this wiry, dark, dense hair and followed the natural form of the groin, until it reached the bottom of the shaft, where my lips couldn't reach. I sensed that his six-pack was moving, opened my mouth and locked the fingers of my left hand around his shaft and did not let go, until I felt his steaming running on my fingers, but by that time I had his lips on mine and my tongue ruled again over his. Tassos spurted seven or eight times and with a loud moan. Kennick, please, let me go, he broke the kiss. He wanted to know where I learned to blow like this and with a rather malicious smile I answered that I did what my friends in school wanted their girl-friends to do. His response was an equally malicious smile and he said that it was the first time to get such a blow job and to spurt like this after having jerked before. I laughed and said that it was such a nice lie, that I would tend to believe it. He reached for my chin, steadied my face to look directly into his eyes and repeated what he had just said. As if you were my first man, Nick. So I wanted to know which figure belonged to me then, he blushed and looked down at his cock that was laying on the -wet pubic hair and appeared to be completely harmless. My second, he muttered, the first one was a flat-mate of mine, but he wasn't worth a mention. The following kiss seemed to stretch until the moment, when we saw the sun set and felt our skin burning red. We made it for the bus-stop in time and the bus driver was too intelligent to comment on two flaming red young guys with their t-shirts put on, but none of the two the one he was wearing in the morning.
Tassos turned my head to take care of the other ear-lobe too, but didn't stop at that point, his right hand found my left nipple, he squeezed it a bit, turned it into a piercing rock hard item I didn't know I had on my body and only then he let my ear-lobe go to turn his attention to my left nipple. His tongue that had felt so soft and tender on my ear was rough, almost hurting now and tried to break the resistance of my nipple that grew only harder. His hands were caressing my hairless pecs and were aiming at the right nipple, but I couldn't stand the tension any longer and asked for mercy. Tassos looked up at me and wanted to know why. I said that he didn't even know my name, he hadn't asked me at all. I knew his, because he told me his name, but he never cared to asked me back. He leaned back. He looked closely at my face, closed his eyes for a second and wanted to have three tries to guess my name. Nobody had done such a thing before, why making it complicated. I agreed and he pursed his full lips, until they became a thin line and started with Pavlos (Paul). No, I grinned, hence he smiled a very enigmatic smile and touched with his right hand my right nipple again that turned into a rock with no time. Then it could be Jonas, I shook my head with a broad smile on it and he reached with his right hand for my navel that wasn't touched so far. He licked his index finger and cautiously introduced it to my navel that gently took him up without any resistance. Kennick he said and locked his mouth onto my navel, smoothly caressed it with his rough tongue and left it with a kiss. He turned to look at my face that was glittering with tears, came close to me and dried away every tear with his kisses. Don't cry, he whispered, I want to hear you moan again, just for me.
Tassos returned to my six pack and made his way down to my groin with feverish, long and promissing kisses. He avoided my by that time almost bursting cock that was resting on my pubic hair and pointing slightly left from my navel. Tassos turned his attention to my inner thighs, covered them with his kisses, wet his lips, licked his index finger that had penetrated my navel and touched with it my pouch that started to move at this unexpected stimulation. He held my pouch and my filled balls in his hand, came back to me and kissed me with all his might. Kennick, he whispered, Kennick, and his hand kept moving around my pouch, kept firing me up and he didn't stop whispering my name into my ear, whenever he had to draw a breath. Suddenly my pouch moved upwards, I felt my six pack aching, my butt was tighter than ever before and only then he wet his index finger again, touched the rim of my almost bursting gland, managed to get around it, before I came with spasms and covered his right hand with my
. For me, he whispered, you came for me, when I took his right hand and began to lick off each of his fingers, for you, only for you. Were Tassos to expect me to be satisfied now, he was greatly mistaken. How could I not return such an orgasm? I wanted to know whether he would mind a tête-à-tête, he looked at me and said that he wouldn't speak any French, but I did, so I left his nipples and his pecs, his pouch and his six pack, his wonderfully fragrant groin and his inner thighs for later and took his huge cock into my mouth. Now it was my tongue that ruled the scene, the first moment it caressed his frenulum, the next one it made the round of his gland, the following moment it played with the slit on his gland to give me to taste something salty and sweet, then it disappeared from the scene to leave it to my lips to enclose his long and hard shaft as tight as possible and to move up and down. It must have been my intuition that led my left hand to his groin and his pubic hair, it started to caress this wiry, dark, dense hair and followed the natural form of the groin, until it reached the bottom of the shaft, where my lips couldn't reach. I sensed that his six-pack was moving, opened my mouth and locked the fingers of my left hand around his shaft and did not let go, until I felt his steaming running on my fingers, but by that time I had his lips on mine and my tongue ruled again over his. Tassos spurted seven or eight times and with a loud moan. Kennick, please, let me go, he broke the kiss. He wanted to know where I learned to blow like this and with a rather malicious smile I answered that I did what my friends in school wanted their girl-friends to do. His response was an equally malicious smile and he said that it was the first time to get such a blow job and to spurt like this after having jerked before. I laughed and said that it was such a nice lie, that I would tend to believe it. He reached for my chin, steadied my face to look directly into his eyes and repeated what he had just said. As if you were my first man, Nick. So I wanted to know which figure belonged to me then, he blushed and looked down at his cock that was laying on the -wet pubic hair and appeared to be completely harmless. My second, he muttered, the first one was a flat-mate of mine, but he wasn't worth a mention. The following kiss seemed to stretch until the moment, when we saw the sun set and felt our skin burning red. We made it for the bus-stop in time and the bus driver was too intelligent to comment on two flaming red young guys with their t-shirts put on, but none of the two the one he was wearing in the morning.
