A PlayBoy's Bet

Confessions

Confessions.

It was like he was living a dream.  A beautiful dream that he never wabted to end. The moment he gave the consent to Gulf to make love to him was the begining of his ecstasy. Gulf pulled him for a breath taking yet a gentle kiss. Nibbling his lips, he was tasting his mouth in the most loving way that he never experienced with him before. Gulf supported him to lay down on the deck chairs. They were feeling cold due to water and still pouring rain, snuggling into each other they were not letting go.

No one wanted to break the moment to go inside. Mew was feeling every slightest movement of the fingers moving on his body, unbuttoning his shirt. He shivered as cool air touched his bare chest but those hands were warm enough, touching him in the places that he never knew existed in his body. He would be amazed how Gulf knows his body better than himself. But he loved when everytime Gulf would introduce him of a new spot to tease that he wasnt aware of.

Gulf was not in any hurry. He was slowly exploring him. Gently discovering him. By now Mew's lips were glistering swollen. His cheeks all pink with the amount of smooches Gulf had planted. His neck was marked in so many love bites that he loved to have. He saw Gulf sitting on his thighs to pull off his own shirt and uncomfortably tight jeans due to the erection. Once naked, he bend down to pull off Mew's clothes leaving him exposed under his hungry eyes.

He crawled on him from his feet and above. Placing kisses, licking the firm legs on the way. He could see Mew loosing his control. His toes curling at the sensation Gulf was giving. It was soothing, like Gulf was untangling all locks in his body, the way his fingers were moving. On his legs. Under his knees. Bending his knees outward for Gulf to sit and bite the flesh. But it was all gentle. All warm. No rush. No lust. It was love. Like Gulf promised him. He was aware of himself but he let himself lose in those touches. And there was no way he could end it.

Gulf knew he couldnt go all the way. But yes he knew the ways to ease both of them. He was inhaling the strong musky smell in his inner thighs. Sucking marks on the pale skin. His nose nuzzled the base of the hard shaft leaking precum. A clear indication of how much Gulf effects on Mew.

"Hnnn". Mew moaned feeling the hot breath tickling his balls. He was more or less bend in half. With his legs on Gulf's shoulders, Gulf was perfectly buried in between.

"Nghhh". Another moan pulled out when Gulf licked the skin under his balls. Just near his ass hole. Gulf was surely having fun teasing him. Making him moan.

"What is it Baby"? Gulf spoke just at his leaking head. Mew shivered as the intact of hot breath with his sensitive dick.

"Anghhhh. Please.... Pleassseee". Mew didnt know what he was even begging for. To take him in mouth of to fuck him senseless. But he wanted some release. Any friction. Any movement. And just like Gulf read his thoughts. He licked his hard length from balls to top. Swirling his tongue around the head.  Lapping the precum. He engulfed him whole.

"Haaaaa". Mew pulled out his own hair. Gulf was bobbing his head up and down slowly yet firmly. His lips perfectly stretched on the mushroom head, slipping down the girth. Sucking his balls. Playing with his nipples. Mew was soon writhing and moaning under him.

Gulf felt he would cum right away at the sight under him. A 6 feet tall, broad man, all curling and tossing under him in sheer pleasure. He felt a surge of pride to be the reason of messing up him. With that excitement he started moving his head up and down fastly until he felt the length throbbing in his mouth indicating the owner was close to cum. And he was close too.

He pulled out Mew and chuckled at his needy whines and a cute little pout at the loss.

Laying beside Mew on the chair, he pulled him in his arms, tangling their legs together. He claimed those luscious lips, moving his hips in sync with Mew.