CAUGHT OFF GAURD

CAUGHT OFF GUARD: CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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KHALIL💕

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I felt myself blacking out and I knew for a fact that soon I was going to cum.

I grabbed cole by the hair and yanked him up towards my lips. Gentlly I moved my lips fron his mouth to his ears

"My turn"

My vision was filled with his meat as he lifted his body so my mouth could meet the head. He was holding the base up with his other hand, and I saw a string of precum stretching from above his belly button to the dialated slit, just before he jammed my face down on the monolith. If I had been touching myself, I would have shot my load the instant it hit the back of my throat.

He held my head in both hands, pistoning in and out rapidly, feeding my face with his powerful tool. It was all I could do to keep my lips around it, as he slammed the back of my throat again and again.

I was writhing around, my body out of control. I was so turned on by him fucking my face, making me eat his cock like a madman, I was losing it. I couldn't coordinate myself, I couldn't think at all; I could only suck his dick-- the two of us were all that existed, and that was all I wanted.

He slowed down momentarily, and released his grip on my head, letting me take over ministering his cock.

"I don't wanna cum yet-- slow down, baby," he said, looking down at me, face sweaty. He breathed in deeply several times, trying to regulate.

"Goddamn, Khalil! Fuck nigga, you're doin' things no one's ever done before, and fuckin' drivin' me crazy!" He cocked his head, with an expression of disbelief on his face. "Goddamn! This can't be your first time!"

I nodded my head around his dick, with maybe a third of it in my mouth, solidly against the back of my throat. I raised up slowly, squeegeing the flesh with my lips as I went. It made a pop and I beamed from ear to ear at his praise.

"Goddamn! Mmm Mm." He was smiling as well. He leaned forward, taking my head in his hands as he moved to kiss me.

"You won't 'ever' have to 'ask' to kiss me again," he said, as our lips met for a tender kiss. I radiated love for him. "Man, oh man," he said as he pulled away from the kiss. He still held my head in his hands, and pulled up slowly, signalling me to stand.

He let go as I stood up, knees wobbling, still out of breath. Since I was only half kneeling in front of him standing up completely, put my dick directly in front of his face. He studied it for a minute. I remained silent, wondering what he was about to do.

I was still thinking of him as 'straight'-- wanting to play around. I didn't know the term 'trade', but that's what I thought he was going to be, confusing feelings or not. I assumed he'd want me to suck him, and he'd fuck me, and maybe let me kiss him some. I, truly, didn't expect any kind of reciprocation.

He wiped away the long string of precum hanging off the tip, wiping his hand on his calf. He took hold of it with his other hand and stroked it slowly and gently, studying it all the while. More precum came out as he stroked. This time, he stuck his tongue to the tip and tasted it. I was about to have a meltdown. He savored the flavor for a moment, apparently deciding he liked it ok, and put his tongue back on the tip for a second, then slowly and steadily, pushed his face onto my dick.