Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

banana, as I slid my hand down his soft, super taut flesh, hearing his sighs, while noticing his body jerks. I applied more, dripping the stuff on his pubes and balls, his cock looking like a maypole in a muddy field by the time I finished. Hell, what a mess , I thought, as I kneeled between his legs, looked at him and stretched my hand to his for re-assurance.
    "Go at your own pace, Alex. Try licking first."
    I wandered my gaze to his cock, steadied it upright with thumb and forefinger and bent over, lowering my mouth to it. When about a cock length above it, I gazed at Drew, seeing him smile, nod and whisper encouragement. I looked down at his head, took a firm breath, closed my eyes, thought of bananas and bowed lower, closing the distance until my lips touched the tip. Remember, I'm kissing a banana, I reminded myself. Now lick it . Within seconds of forcing my tongue between my lips, I'd licked the tip bare of the soft chocolate. Now that I'd liberated my paranoia and began to feel comfortable, my taste buds swung into action, wanting more, igniting my sexual urges, the thrill of a beautiful, friendly cock in my mouth fuelling their appetites.
    Oh my, oh my, this is amazing , I thought, relishing the buzz and heat of his cock lying on my tongue and of my lips' and tongue's fascination of its superbly shaped head. My excitement built when I felt the marshmallow softness of his head slide over the ridges on the roof of my mouth and over the soft sides of my cheeks. When I heard his ecstatic mutterings and felt his slight body twitches and flexing hands and fingers, I felt terrific. I opened my lips and lowered my head, closing them to encircle his chocolate-coated treat as my tongue swooped to lick it clean. No Easter egg maker could match the taste of the chocolate, a special blend of his spices mixed with mine and served over a wickedly hot, wild dick. Yum! I started stroking that dick with my lips, my tongue flitting along the length and fluttering over its head when it came into range near my lips. I felt his minute spasms and grunts each time I curved my tongue under his slit, and around the edge, like I always do when Drew sucks me, and felt his body tensing, an alertness building.
    With my confidence now way up, I opened my eyes, closed my fingers around the base of his shaft, and stroked it in sync with my head bobs, hearing his oh gods and oh yeahs build, feeling my own sensations heightening, now loving the fabulous experience as he promised I would. I felt unreal, the master of the occasion, sucking his awesome cock to ultimate explosive satisfaction. I shook my other hand free of his handgrip and cupped his balls then roamed over his thighs and the muscled ridges of his belly, feeling his abs at once suck in amid his agitation and repeated shouts, "I'm coming, Alex, I'm coming."
    His cum began as a trickle onto the back of my tongue and then gushed out in four streams, flooding my mouth. Some I swallowed, tasting nothing like the poison I had to gulp down for years, some I swirled around in my mouth, mixing it with the chocolate remnants into a great tasting fudgy cream. The rest dribbled out my lips, down his shaft to pool in his pubes or run down to his balls and onto his towel.
    Now I sucked him, copying what he does to me, extracting the remaining juices out of his balls, not paying much attention to my own cock I'd been tugging. I glanced at him, still with his cock in my mouth, hearing his mutterings and seeing his head arched toward the sky, chest heaving and hands fisting. All of a sudden, my cock flooded with exquisite sensations. I braced, flung my head back, uttered something meaningless, pushed my pelvis forward and sprayed his belly in cum, white puddles apparent everywhere when I returned to earth later.
    "Aaahhh, Drew," I gasped, my body weak and shaking, my brain throbbing, my eyes seeing spots and flashes. "That was the greatest," I uttered between harsh pants before keeling over and flopping onto him.
    A few minutes later he shook me back to life. "Shit! Quick, grab your speedos and jump in the pool. They're back!"
    CHAPTER 6
    My stepfather received thirty-five years in prison without parole, which, as Jim suggested, amounted to a life sentence. Had he received the mandatory twenty-five years for each time he raped me when under age, only god knows how many thousands of years he would have received. I wasn't required at the court hearing for he confessed, the sole act of contrition