“I can’t believe this is real,” I said in a soft tone, looking up into Rocky’s eyes, my hands resting on his firm butt. “I can’t believe you’re real.”
“So you aren’t scared?”
“Are you kidding? I feel like a rabbit staring down a fox. I’m fucking terrified.” I swallowed, smiling at him. “And I’m also more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“I don’t want you to be scared.” His hand came up to my face, his touch gentle. I was sure I could trace the trail of circles his thumb made on my cheek; even weeks from now, I was sure I could trace the sparks under my skin.
“I think I know how to calm myself down,” I said, a sly smirk across my face. I reached down and grabbed Rocky in my hand, feeling the heat from his shaft spread through me like a wildfire fueled by powerful winds. I gave him a stroke, smiling wider as he dropped his head back, exposing his throat, the top of his chest flushing a gentle pink underneath the trimmed hair.
Still smiling, I slowly went down to my knees, admiring every inch of Rocky as I dropped. I licked his treasure trail, licking my way down from his belly button and burying my nose in his pubes. I took in a deep breath, feeling a powerful intoxication come over me. Rocky’s cock pulsed against my chin. I turned my attention to his shaft, holding him in one hand and kissing his length, looking up to see a love-drunk expression start to take hold of Rocky. His eyes became half-lidded as I licked him up and down, sucking on his balls before trailing my tongue back up to the head, tasting him on my tongue the second I popped him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick size.
I had imagined this moment way more often than I’d like to admit. I imagined how Rocky would taste, and how he would feel, and how he would look. I pictured all those things about a hundred times as I blew my load into an old sock or down the shower drain.
Nothing compared to the actual moment. My imagination had nothing on the new flavors and sensations that filled me.
I became hungry. Starved. I wanted more. I started to bob up and down, my mouth salivating, his cock hitting the back of my throat when it wasn’t even halfway into my mouth. Even when I gagged, I kept going, encouraged by the deep moans that came from above me. I twisted and sucked, using a free hand to massage his balls. This may have been my first ever blowjob, but I’d been working with a dick for the past twenty-three years of my life. I knew exactly what Rocky would like.
“Oh fuck, Sam, you suck dick like a pro,” Rocky said, his eyes hazy with passion. His hands went to my head, his fingers encompassing the back of my head as he started to steer me, pushing me farther down on his cock, stuffing my mouth to the maximum. I could feel the stretch in my jaw as I opened to accommodate him. The back of my throat felt coated in precome, his salty taste filling me up and making my vision turn to a velvet shade of lust.
I grabbed his thigh, where his tattoos were. Rocky winced and sucked in a breath, pulling back as if I had pressed a hot brand against him. I looked up, eyes wide, scared I had bitten him or something.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said.
“No, no, don’t worry. It’s my fault. I should have told you. There’s scar tissue under the tattoos. It still hurts when it gets touched.”
I looked down at the colorful blast of flowers and stars on his thigh, realizing for the first time that the skin under the ink was slightly raised and twisted. It wasn’t obvious, and I probably wouldn’t have realized anything if Rocky didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t it hurt getting the tattoos?”
“It felt like acid was being poured on my legs and fire was spreading through my veins.” He gave me a grin. “Not to be dramatic or anything.”
My eyes were still wide.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. I wanted to ask how he got hurt, but before I could, Rocky stepped forward again, his cock practically begging to be back between my lips. I gently grabbed him in my hand, looking up at Rocky, wondering how many layers this man really had.
I went back to happily sucking him off, my dick staying rock hard. This time, I made sure to avoid touching the scarred part of him.
“Come here,” he said, pulling himself from my lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva fell from his shaft. I used it as lube, stroking him as I stood up like he’d ask me to. The heads of our cocks rubbed together as Rocky grabbed my face and pulled me into another devastating kiss.