*Note, there wasn't going to be another chapter to this story; however, I've had so many e-mails asking me to do another one. So here it is.*
I remember dreaming a good dream, about my wife. About how she called me her faggot and I called her my dyke. I remembered that it actually had happened.
Have you ever had those mornings where the first thing you feel when you start to wake up is your hard cock? Well, that is the kind of morning I was having. I could feel my 6" cock pulsing through the restrictive bedsheets.
I reached down to touch myself, but I couldn't. Then I tried my left hand, but that didn't work either. It felt as though something was holding me down. I opened my eyes, but everything was still black. And I couldn't see through it. Normally, when it is dark at night I can still see, but this time I couldn't. I started to get nervous.
"Hunny???" I enquired into the black abyss.
All I heard back was moaning. It didn't occur to me that I was wearing a blindfold. But I could start to feel the blindfold, like I had started to feel the restraints. My body was waking up. My ears perked at the muffled moaning and slurping sounds. My cock got harder. But I was still nervous. More and more of my sense kept coming back to me; soon my smell did, too.
All I could smell was a familiar odor. At first I couldn't pinpoint the smell, but then it hit me. It smelt like balls. It smelled like balls after they had been in the gym for a few hours working out, or after having sex.
Then my sixth sense came in. I started to get even more nervous. My stomach dropped. My cock was still rock hard. I could hear the noises that I assumed were just mere feet from me on the floor. Moaning, two distinct noises. Two distinct moans. Both sounded like females.
My sixth sense wouldn't shut off, and combined with the scent of sweaty balls, my mind was working overdrive. I couldn't help but think that there was a cock infront of my face. I reach up with my neck and my face runs into flesh... hard flesh, hard, warm, pulsing flesh.
"Darling?" I call out without moving my face away from the cock. "Thank you," I mumble around the balls that I start to lick and kiss passionatly. My mouth waters as I lick the heavy balls that are on my tongue. The thrill of not knowing whose cock it is and the rush of it being my first cock overwhelms me and I go into a frenzy. I slowly lick up from the base of the shaft where the balls meet. My tongue lathers its way up the long sweaty shaft, zig zagging from left to right and then back the opposite way. I nibble on the meat infront of my face.
"Ugh, ohhh yeah, Janey, are you sure your husband hasn't done this before?"
The voice is familiar, but I can't place it. I, frankly, didn't want to know who it was, I just knew that they had a delicious cock and I was going to suck the powerful tool.
"Oh yeah, eat my pussy, eat my pussy! Ugh, ugh, ugh." I heard Janey scream. Then another form from another woman. It was right after Janey had came, so Janey must have been licking and sucking some chicks cunt and fucking it with her tongue and fingers as I was sucking this amazing cock.
It was like it was a magnet, I didn't want to stop sucking it. Ever. It tasted so good in my mouth. I would bob up and down on it enthusiastically and then I would do down and suck and lick the big, smooth, heavy balls. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I am very disappointed. But I can feel movement on the bed and then there is something hot and fleshy infront of my face.
