Secret Love Nest 2018

Dreams Do Come True pt3

Blowing Qing is an enjoyable thing to do. My lips stretching to accomodate his girth. My throat relaxing to enclose around the head of his dick. I also learned to loosen up my jaws so they won't cramp.

You all know now that Qing is my first boyfriend...erase that, he is the only man I ever had sexual relationship with and we will not tell Qing that I said "first boyfriend" because he might conclude that I am thinking of having a "second" one and that will be bad.

What's with all his possessiveness...

Anyways, as I was saying, Qing's dick is my only experience with these kind of things. Butt sex, blowjobs, jerking side by side...you get it, right?

Everything I know about gay sex, I learned from Qing. He is my teacher and partner in that regard, so...with all of that being said...

I give fucking great head.

I don't need to taste other guys' dick to know I am good at giving blowjobs. I don't need to suck other guys to know I mastered some techniques about this whole blowjob thing.

Because Qing's reaction to my "talent" says it all for me.

It's in the way he grasp my hair, moaned and groaned when I swallow around his cock and in the way he praised me.

Qing: Damn it! Fuck! Yes! So good, Love. That...argh...feels so damn good.

If I can broke his sentence, I know I am in my element. That little "argh", is like a medal to me.

It's the way he will held my head as he fucks my mouth. It's also in the way he will growl and cursed as he came down my throat.

And it's in the desperate way he will hauled me up to kiss me eagerly. Deeply. I share his taste with him. Qing's taste. Yum.

Ignore that again.

I relaxed on the bed as Qing suck my dick down his throat and poke my butthole with a slick finger. Preparing me.

This is heaven for me. I have all of Qing's attention. He is sucking me off and looking for my prostate.

This is Heaven.

Until Qing's phone flared to life together with a song that says someone is calling my lover right now.

Now? Really? Now?

This...

Qing let go of my dick with a soft pop. He reached for his phone.

Me: (cannot believe that he will check his phone while we are having sex) It can wait.

Qing: (smiling and discarding his phone) Yes.

He went back to my dick. I am happy again. Until his phone beeped with a message.

Qing stopped again. I am getting frustrated. He reads the message on his phone and then gave me a panicking look as his phone sang again.

Someone is persistently calling my lover.

Qing: (apologetic) I have to take this, Love. It's important.