MyJockStrap
05-25-2005, 06:16 PM
In My Imagination
Meeting you, I did not know what to expect and neither did you. Wanting a partner in crime, you found a partner in lust, and the reciprocity of desire made us lawbreakers. Needing a more dependable criminal, you tempered your desire but could not contain its excess, and there is no need to imagine the feel of your lips on my cock, for this is in memory. The more reckless criminal, I pulled you close and asked if I could kiss you. You permitted a kiss goodbye, and having pulled my lips from yours, I am caught between our kiss goodbye and the kiss that slipped from your lips. Somewhere just beyond each kiss, I imagine you imagining me and find you again in my imagination.
On the bed of my imagination, I find you waiting for me: shoeless, wearing khakis and an unbuttoned shirt. Seeing you, my cock reaches for you. Following it, I wonder if you have been waiting for me as long as I have you, and I feel the hours of anticipation morph into the realization of your skin. Your wheat colored hair and wet blue eyes draw me closer, and moving towards you, I feel capable of something more than desire.
Your lips part at my approach, and as I slide beside you, you turn to me, and I fill your mouth with my tongue. You suck it in, and I explore your mouth more deeply than I thought possible.
I open your shirt until it slips from your shoulders, revealing your hairless chest and caramel colored nipples. Lowering my lips to your nipple, I kiss it before sucking it between my lips. Your moaning urges me to gently grind my teeth into it.
Your body undulating with desire, I slide my hand over your stomach and insert my fingers under your belt line. Your cock rises up to meet to me; the flesh of your head presses against my fingertips.
Withdrawing my hand, I finger your pants open, and together, we slide them to your knees. Your cock emerges from your boxer’s fly, and I run my thumb along the underside of your shaft, pausing only when I reach the loose flesh where the shaft meets the head, and here, I slowly rotate my finger, repeatedly tracing an imaginary circle.
You audibly exhale, and I increase the pressure of my teeth on your nipple and my thumb against the underside of your head until your shoulders and knees rise off the bed and curl into me. Your cock hardens beneath my thumb and with your nipple fully erect between my grinding teeth, your cock hardens and you ooze pre-cum. It lubricates your head and moistens my thumb, and I slowly increase the circling pressure of my thumb until another drop of pre-cum drips from your head.
Releasing your nipple from my teeth and pulling my hand from your cock, I lower my lips and kiss your head repeatedly. Parting my lips with each kiss, your head slides further in until it disappears. I part my lips and your entire shaft slides along my tongue, and I do not stop taking you in my mouth until you feel my lips pressing against your balls and the back of my tongue rubbing against the underside of your head.
Your body bucks into a seated position, and I pull you toward me as I lay beneath you. I wrap my legs around your waist and press my lips to yours. Sucking your tongue into my mouth, you tunnel into my ass. Hooking my legs over your shoulder, my feet follow your head through the roof as we head skyward, stealing kisses when our rhythm allows our lips to touch.
Waking at the limits of imagined pleasure, I find myself closing my eyes and waiting for you in my imagination.
Meeting you, I did not know what to expect and neither did you. Wanting a partner in crime, you found a partner in lust, and the reciprocity of desire made us lawbreakers. Needing a more dependable criminal, you tempered your desire but could not contain its excess, and there is no need to imagine the feel of your lips on my cock, for this is in memory. The more reckless criminal, I pulled you close and asked if I could kiss you. You permitted a kiss goodbye, and having pulled my lips from yours, I am caught between our kiss goodbye and the kiss that slipped from your lips. Somewhere just beyond each kiss, I imagine you imagining me and find you again in my imagination.
On the bed of my imagination, I find you waiting for me: shoeless, wearing khakis and an unbuttoned shirt. Seeing you, my cock reaches for you. Following it, I wonder if you have been waiting for me as long as I have you, and I feel the hours of anticipation morph into the realization of your skin. Your wheat colored hair and wet blue eyes draw me closer, and moving towards you, I feel capable of something more than desire.
Your lips part at my approach, and as I slide beside you, you turn to me, and I fill your mouth with my tongue. You suck it in, and I explore your mouth more deeply than I thought possible.
I open your shirt until it slips from your shoulders, revealing your hairless chest and caramel colored nipples. Lowering my lips to your nipple, I kiss it before sucking it between my lips. Your moaning urges me to gently grind my teeth into it.
Your body undulating with desire, I slide my hand over your stomach and insert my fingers under your belt line. Your cock rises up to meet to me; the flesh of your head presses against my fingertips.
Withdrawing my hand, I finger your pants open, and together, we slide them to your knees. Your cock emerges from your boxer’s fly, and I run my thumb along the underside of your shaft, pausing only when I reach the loose flesh where the shaft meets the head, and here, I slowly rotate my finger, repeatedly tracing an imaginary circle.
You audibly exhale, and I increase the pressure of my teeth on your nipple and my thumb against the underside of your head until your shoulders and knees rise off the bed and curl into me. Your cock hardens beneath my thumb and with your nipple fully erect between my grinding teeth, your cock hardens and you ooze pre-cum. It lubricates your head and moistens my thumb, and I slowly increase the circling pressure of my thumb until another drop of pre-cum drips from your head.
Releasing your nipple from my teeth and pulling my hand from your cock, I lower my lips and kiss your head repeatedly. Parting my lips with each kiss, your head slides further in until it disappears. I part my lips and your entire shaft slides along my tongue, and I do not stop taking you in my mouth until you feel my lips pressing against your balls and the back of my tongue rubbing against the underside of your head.
Your body bucks into a seated position, and I pull you toward me as I lay beneath you. I wrap my legs around your waist and press my lips to yours. Sucking your tongue into my mouth, you tunnel into my ass. Hooking my legs over your shoulder, my feet follow your head through the roof as we head skyward, stealing kisses when our rhythm allows our lips to touch.
Waking at the limits of imagined pleasure, I find myself closing my eyes and waiting for you in my imagination.