fifteen #2
So David stepped toward Ramon, grabbed his belt, rushed, violent, scared but determined.
He was desperate to rid them of everything that held them back, the clothes that separated them.
He got Ramon’s belt undone and wrenched his jeans down over his thighs.
Pushing Ramon almost violently down onto the hay bales, he dropped to his knees before him.
Ramon was wearing black boxer briefs, which cupped his cock and balls into a hefty bulge.
Davey slipped his hands under the elastic and dragged them down, not quite believing what he was even doing, but unwilling to think further, and refusing to stop.
Ramon’s cock sprang free before his face.
He brought his face close, mesmerized by the sight and by the sudden musky smell of him.
He’d never had another man’s cock… between his hands…
so near his eyes, his mouth…. Ramon’s balls were full and covered by a dark fuzz of pubic hair, while his brown shaft stood up, broad and straight, out of the dark forest of public hair around his groin which continued on up his belly.
Davey was suddenly unsure what to do, how to treat the first cock he’d ever touched in his life, except his own.
He gently traced its length and girth with his fingertips, aware of Ramon’s eyes upon him.
The man gazed down at him, expectant, so he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip tentatively.
He was rewarded with a warm sweet spot of precum on his tongue, which he hadn’t expected but quite liked.
Was this bad, to be putting another man’s cock in his mouth?
Would he be now cursed as a bad person for doing this thing?
He decided he didn’t care, didn’t care that Ramon was a copper, didn’t care that it was all going to turn to shit afterwards because he knew that it was, but he was going to do this anyway. Why not?
He opened his mouth and took Ramon’s head between his lips, licking around the tip with his tongue.
So far so good, and he knew about not using your teeth.
Ramon sighed in pleasure. Hopefully he was doing OK.
All the reference he had was porn videos, but he’d seen enough of those.
He took more and more of him into his mouth until the wide head hit the back of his throat.
Ramon’s hands came up and gently gripped his scalp, his fingers fondling with his hair as he guided him on and off his cock, in and out slowly.
The feeling of this warm, fleshy, spongy but firm thing in his mouth felt strange.
He could smell Ramon’s groin, a strong pungent smell of manhood and sweat that he liked.
He felt debased and dirty, but it was also fun.
He felt basic and bad, but wanted more. He tried pressing down deeper and Ramon’s hands on the back of his head firmly pushed him down until he was choking.
Ramon released him slightly, letting him get back his breath, swallow the saliva that was running out of his mouth and making Ramon’s cock slippery and wet, so it slid into his throat more easily.
Then Ramon was gently pushing again, so he took a deep breath and let Ramon’s hands force him down, back to that choking, strangely pleasant feeling as Ramon’s meat filled his mouth and throat, and then there was a small pop as his larynx seemed to expand and Ramon was plunging deeper down his throat than he ever thought possible.
It hurt quite a bit, and he was choking and spluttering, trying hard not to retch or throw up, but it was hard to control his throat.
Through it all, he was loving it, the feeling of Ramon using him for his pleasure, hearing him groaning in ecstasy as he kept trying to plunge deeper and deeper down David’s throat.
And he liked being able to give Ramon pleasure like this, wanted him to be proud of him, wanted to do it the best he’d ever had it.
He came up for air. His lips, chin and throat were all wet with saliva, and Ramon’s cock stood straight up before him like a glistening obelisk. Ramon’s dark eyes watched him.
“That was amazing,” he whispered.
David smiled, pleased that he hadn’t done too badly for his first time sucking cock.
Ramon sat up and gripped David by the shoulders.
“I want you to come with me,” he said. “Down to my farm. I have a farm. I want to make love to you, but I want to do it properly, all weekend, just you and me. Will you come?”
David’s heart did a flip. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this.
He should have been in contact with Ned by now, and then be gone, down to Andalusia, or wherever he could get, as far far away from Ramon as he could!
Why did Ramon have to do this! Why couldn’t they just continue on here like they were doing?
“I don’t know… I’ve got plans…”
“Change them. Come.”
“Can’t we just… go on like this… a while?”
Ramon stood up, his hard cock, wet and gleaming from David’s saliva, towered over his face like a missile about to be fired.
“You want more of this, come with me,” Ramon growled, his voice hoarse. “I want to fuck you, but I want to do it in my bed, and then we wake up and have breakfast together before I fuck you again.”
David looked up at Ramon, his eyes black and inscrutable, high up beyond that impressive dick.
“OK,” he murmured, “but I’ll need to get my stuff.”
“Good,” Ramon growled. “Now have another taste for the road.”
And he thrust his dick back toward David’s mouth, not asking but telling.
And David opened his mouth, eager for another round of sucking cock, keen to please Ramon, knowing he was now about to do the absolute stupidest thing in his whole life, but wanting to do it anyway, wanting to be with Ramon and be good for him.