I pushed him onto his back, on the bed, tearing at his clothes. I had to get to his cock! I tore his shirt open, ignoring the ripping cotton as I yanked hard at the buttons. They flew around the room in all directions, scattering on the floor. I fumbled with his belt buckle, swearing under my breath. I was salivating at the thought of taking his warm, silky cock into my mouth, to feel the warmth and rigidity of his pulsating rod.
"Oh God,if I don't get these damn pants off soon........"
I tore at the zipper and pulled his pants down to his knees. As usual, he wasn't wearing any boxers and his cock sprang to attention before my hungry eyes.
It was a beautiful cock, standing 8 inches when rock hard with a beautiful shaped head. He had shaved himself that morning and it was nice and smooth. It was now very hard with a drop of glistening precum dripping down the side. I moaned loudly and dipped my head. I could smell the muskiness of him as my tongue snaked out and scooped up the sweet nectar. A long silky strand of precum stretched from his cock to my lips. My lips sank around his cock, sliding to the root in one gulp. He cried out and grabbed my head, forcing my lips closer to his stomach. I gagged slightly but hang on to his cock, now throbbing with a life of its own deep in my throat. I began to pump his cock in and out of my throat, my saliva coating his long,throbbing cock. As my mouth slid to the top of his cockhead, I looked up at his face. There was a look of pain in his eyes as I slobbered all over his cock. We had made a pact years earlier, that our cumm was for each other and each other only. That meant that whenever either of us was away traveling, there would be no orgasms without the other. No spilling of sperm nor pussy juices. It was really tough at times, but we managed to hold on to our juices until we were together again, knowing that the sharing of those juices would be oh, so sweet.
