First Drop (12/29/99)
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nebris[for Kelly]
When I hear your voice,
husky with lust,
with the intoxication
of a strange cock,
my own cock swells.
Not rock hard,
just that
lazy hanging thickness.
And in my mind's eye
I see your pointed tongue
dart out
and lick
that first viscous drop of cum
just before it
languidly falls away,
just before you
wet your lips
to swallow my
smooth purple hardness,
your mouth sliding down
the pulsing veins
and sheened taut skin
until the warm bulbous head
presses up against the back
of your tender young throat.
Note: I wrote this a few days after Christmas '99. I had been playing on the phone sex lines. Kelly was a twenty year old collage student with a sweet, husky voice. She said that she wanted to "suck some cock, any cock", liked it "shoved down her throat until she gagged".
I answered her ad and we phone tagged for a few days. I left this poem on her answering machine at one point. We finally connected. She told me she loved the poem, had tape recorded it, and would masturbate as she replayed it.
I drove down into Santa Monica from Hollywood where I was living at the time. Kelly was at her parents house. [She said she went to school out of state.] I flashed my headlights at the house and she came out in a long coat, got in the car, a cute little babyfat blond with big green eyes and full lips. We said 'hi' like school kids.
She slid over and grabbed my crouch. I pulled out my already swelling cock and she dropped her face into my lap and she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking. She was amazing, one of the best cocksuckers I have ever met. Of either gender. She would bring me close to climax and then back off. It was obvious that she really did love to suck on a nice cock. Several times I would 'force' her head down, pushing my cockhead down her throat, gagging her.
After I do not know how long, I told her that I could not not 'take much more'. She smiled at me and then really 'went at it'. I shot a huge load in her mouth. She just kept sucking until the sensation became too intense. Then, we tongue kissed with a mouth full of my cum while she masturbated to orgasm. [She was naked under the coat.]
We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then she had to go. We kissed very lightly on the lips, like a first date, wished each other a 'Happy New Years', and she got out. She took a few steps aways from the car and then came back.
She said, "I really love your poem. It was the nicest Christmas present I got."
Then she went back in the house. We never spoke or saw each other again.
When I hear your voice,
husky with lust,
with the intoxication
of a strange cock,
my own cock swells.
Not rock hard,
just that
lazy hanging thickness.
And in my mind's eye
I see your pointed tongue
dart out
and lick
that first viscous drop of cum
just before it
languidly falls away,
just before you
wet your lips
to swallow my
smooth purple hardness,
your mouth sliding down
the pulsing veins
and sheened taut skin
until the warm bulbous head
presses up against the back
of your tender young throat.
Note: I wrote this a few days after Christmas '99. I had been playing on the phone sex lines. Kelly was a twenty year old collage student with a sweet, husky voice. She said that she wanted to "suck some cock, any cock", liked it "shoved down her throat until she gagged".
I answered her ad and we phone tagged for a few days. I left this poem on her answering machine at one point. We finally connected. She told me she loved the poem, had tape recorded it, and would masturbate as she replayed it.
I drove down into Santa Monica from Hollywood where I was living at the time. Kelly was at her parents house. [She said she went to school out of state.] I flashed my headlights at the house and she came out in a long coat, got in the car, a cute little babyfat blond with big green eyes and full lips. We said 'hi' like school kids.
She slid over and grabbed my crouch. I pulled out my already swelling cock and she dropped her face into my lap and she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking. She was amazing, one of the best cocksuckers I have ever met. Of either gender. She would bring me close to climax and then back off. It was obvious that she really did love to suck on a nice cock. Several times I would 'force' her head down, pushing my cockhead down her throat, gagging her.
After I do not know how long, I told her that I could not not 'take much more'. She smiled at me and then really 'went at it'. I shot a huge load in her mouth. She just kept sucking until the sensation became too intense. Then, we tongue kissed with a mouth full of my cum while she masturbated to orgasm. [She was naked under the coat.]
We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then she had to go. We kissed very lightly on the lips, like a first date, wished each other a 'Happy New Years', and she got out. She took a few steps aways from the car and then came back.
She said, "I really love your poem. It was the nicest Christmas present I got."
Then she went back in the house. We never spoke or saw each other again.
