Head over head

I pull away from his cock. He opens his eyes and looks at me, the question in his eyes.

“Give me a minute. I’ll make it up to you.” He still doesn’t get it. Being aroused really does make men stupid and clueless.

I open my mouth in an O and point at his cock. The look of realization transitioning out of stupidity is amusing to me and he smiles.

I rest my palms on his inner thighs and take the head of his manhood into my mouth. I am not a blowjob expert by anyone’s stretch of the imagination, but the hard part is already done. Now it’s just a matter of keeping him under control so he has a chance to really enjoy it.

The ice cream cone trick works well on him. Nathan wasn’t a fan of it as much so I’m pleased to see Mr. Perkins is a little more textbook. I take more of him in and then start bobbing up and down slowly, gradually picking up speed and taking more of him in, sucking gently.

I’m not going to full on deep throat him, so the last inch remains untouched, but I can tell he is right on the edge. He starts to move his hips as if to fuck me in the mouth and I take that as my cue. I pull back to his head and go back to the ice cream cone.

It pushes him over and I keep my lips tightly on his cock, sealing the eruption in.

His cock finishes pulsing and I have to make the last major decision of the day.