Beneath his impressive tool, hung two reasonably large sized testicles, that looked very full and heavy. The whole package came without pubic hair.
“Very nice,” I said. “Very, very impressive.”
I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It felt hard and very warm.
I was about to slide him between my lips and into my mouth, when I was suddenly reminded by our earlier conversation…..
“So, do you think you could handle a meaty mouthful and swallow it?”
I wondered what he meant.
Did he want me to deep throat him? Something I had never done. Is that what he meant by swallowing his meaty mouthful. Or did he want to cum in my mouth and expect me to swallow his ejaculate. Again. something I had never done before.
I held onto his thick shaft and pointed his cock towards my open mouth.
Copious amounts of pre-cum dribbled from his pee hole and onto my tongue, as I slid his length into my mouth.
As I was sucking on his cock and enjoying its delicious, salty warmth, Kevin spoke.
“Erm, Maisie,” he began. “I feel I ought to warn you about me.”
He went on tell me that had a medical condition that he had been born with affected his penis. It was called sub-coronal hypospadias.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and continued to stroke him, while he continued.
“It’s not life threatening, or contagious,” he said. “When I was born, my foreskin wouldn’t naturally roll back. My parents were told that a circumcision was out of the question because my pee hole hadn’t formed in the usual place.”
I replied that I could see that his penis didn’t look like a normal one. But it didn’t matter to me because it was a fine specimen of manhood.
He told me the only trouble it caused, having a pee hole near his frenulum, was that he didn’t always hit the toilet bowl, when he peed.
He went on to say that a bonus, something the doctors didn’t tell his parents, was that he had powerful, forceful orgasms and just wanted to warn me.
I slid his erection back into my mouth and continued to suck hard on him, like I would suck a nougat bar as a child.
It was so good to feel a warm, hard cock in my mouth. Patrick never allowed me to suck his cock. He really believed that oral sex was not a normal thing that loving couples did. In his the act of sucking a man’s penis was strictly meant for prostitutes. He didn’t mind putting his fingers inside me, or playing with my clitoris, but getting him to lick my pussy was impossible. As a consequence, allowing me to suck his cock was also a no-no. I was able to stroke him until he was hard enough to enter me. I put up with this because of the orgasms he gave me. But what I wouldn’t have given to chow down on his erection, once in a while or to feel his tongue sliding around my pussy hole.
Now sucking Kevin’s chunk of meat, I felt as though I had missed out on so much and I hope really hoped he didn’t mind eating a seventy year old pussy.
As I continued to administer fellatio on Kevin, he quietly asked me to massage his testicles. Knowing how sensitive those things can be, I held his scrotum in the palm of my hand and gently massaged them, occasionally scrapping them with my finger nails.