Now, his little fingers rub away the dry streaks of his mucus, a thin crusty film that was evidence of what we'd done the night before.Now, his little fingers rub away the dry streaks of his mucus, a thin crusty film that was evidence of what we'd done the night before. Then he leans forward and opens his mouth, keeping his pale lips apart as he lowers himself forward, embracing the head of my cock with his pink soft tongue. I feel the soft wet point probing into the narrow slit of my cock, trying to force its way inside, then floating around and around the head, sinking down slightly so that my cock goes between his lips, then pulling away and feeling my cock with his tongue again. The boy's tongue is like velvet, soft, yet firm, wet and hot, and like Rafael, very alive. I sense him inhaling the sweet musky odor of his own body as his fingers begin to fondle my balls, still playful in their firm squeezes and gentle tugs. I reach forward, my hands parting the boy's small firm cheeks wide open to reveal his crack, the crevice marked by an almost invisible line that runs from the back of his tiny ball-sac, along the center-line of his body, finally disappearing as it reaches his spine. |