No Seed Left Behind

We were laid up, sitting with our backs propped up by a million pillows on top of a Cali King framed bed. He passed the perfectly rolled blunt to me as we sipped on pineapple mimosas and watched basketball players run back and forth across the mutedlarge screen TV while Tupac played from my phone. It was a compromise.

Posted since the wee hours of the night, he showed up at my hotel door after I made a late night dick call. He came in and handled business, gave me convulsions and leg spasms and put me to sleep before waking up for a sunrise round of orgasmic pleasure. Spent and relaxed, it felt so good to lean up next to him; the smell of sex and Kush in the air.  

He had on red plaid boxers. His body was dark and smooth next to mine as my thigh-high socked leg rested on top of his. A tank top covered protruding nipples while a thong tried to cease my throbbing yoni. One hand held the cigar wrapped herb while the other touched his bare chest. I didn’t know how to be next to him without having the strong compulsion to touch him. Now was no different. My fingers grazed his muscular pecks and dipped into his sculpted abs. His body aroused me. I leaned in closer to him as I handed him back the blunt. My leg rubbed against his as if to send him a mating call. He tried to ignore me and focus on the game as my fingers played with his belly button but his penis slowly came to life through the peephole in his boxers.

He passed the blunt back to me. I grabbed it, threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked my bare ass spread by red thread across to the floor-to-ceiling windows enclosed by curtains. Taking a hit, I opened the curtains to a cliffside view of the Pacific Ocean; waves crashing against rocks and seagulls hunting for food were now the backdrop to Biggie on the Samsung. Before passing him back the blunt, I took my last hit, moved on to the bed, and leaning into him, placed my smoke-filled mouth on to his, giving him a shotgun. He accepted and kissed my lips softly; a thank you.

I moved between his legs. His dick was stiff, bobbing up and down like an eager child. His glazed-over eyes moved from the TV to me as I pulled his boxers off. As I got cozy between his legs, he relished in the euphoric high of the blunt and dropped his head against the headboard in anticipation of me performing oral magic on his stick.

I enjoyed this dick. It was thick. It was smooth. It was shades of black and beautiful. My mouth waters just from thinking of it. I would be down here for a while.  Because it was standing at its full length, I decided to start with his balls. I never neglected the balls. My tongue glided over them; one and then the other. They were perfect in size. Easy to maneuver with my tongue and as I placed one whole in my mouth, I watched his dick jerk in reaction. I slurped up the second one and slid my tongue down further below before he gently guided my head away in his normal, “you’re too close to my ass” attempt.

I lifted my head so I was eye to eye with his dick.  Already, there was a droplet of pre-cum trickling out of that hole and my tongue swept it away. I glided my tongue around the tip of his dick, slid it up and down the sides of his shaft; teasing him. It stood so erect; I used no hands as my tongue sampled every ridge, every vein and every shade of his dick. But then I felt as if he was teasing me. I wanted more than a sample. I wanted to be gratified.

The palm of my hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick and my mouth reached forward to speak into the mic; make love to the mic. My mouth covered him; encompassed around his thickness as he cursed quietly under his breath.  He took another hit off the blunt as my head moved down and throated him deeply. I wanted all of him. One of his hands palmed my head. He wasn’t prepared for me to swallow his dick like that. He wasn’t ready for me to take control so quickly; to curl his toes so easily. To shift his focus from the basketball game to my head between his legs with dick stuffing my throat.

I looked up at him. He was watching me; eyes shining red from his blissful state. One hand still rested on my head while the other was raised in mid air with the tip of the blunt burned out between his fingers. He began to grow in my mouth; swelling of chocolate. As I bounced my head up and down on his dick; tongue doing circles from tip to base, my eyes stayed on his. My eyes watched him watch me and that shit turned us both on. He dropped the roach into an almost empty champagne glass so he could maneuver his other hand to touch me. He squeezed my nipples. I stroked his dick. He spanked my ass. I held him deep and long. He bent down further to me and slipped his fingers between my thighs and touched cotton soaked by wetness. He pushed string to the side and fingered my aching wetness. Sore from the bedroom activity that took place a few hours before yet still aching for his touch; turned on by the taste of his dick.

My mouth stroked his dick. My hand stroked his dick. My tongue stroked his dick. All three simultaneously stroked his dick. This was my drug and my high. This was my high and my low. He sat up and my eyes went to his again; but not for long. I was focused. My eyes closed and I sucked his dick. I felt him move against me. His hand gripped my neck; not forcibly, but pre-orgasmic. He tensed. My mouth slowed a little; moved in waves around his dick as my hand did a slow stroke below my mouth. My other hand moved to his balls; fondled them like Chinese meditation balls because this is what relaxed me. This is what soothed me.

I opened my eyes just in time to see his head fall back against the headboard; just in time to hear him huskily groan out, “I’m about to cum.”

Nothing changed. My strokes stayed the same. My hand of balls stayed full. This was the euphoric ending. This was the best part. His release.

He looked at me briefly. He knows I wasn’t about to leave my post. He knows I was not about to run from the splash zone or step away from his pathway. I wanted him. He gripped my neck a little tighter, cursed a little louder, and warm seeds spewed down my throat. I continued to caress him as his body jerked and his hand tried to push me away. My mouth released his penis when it was full; when there was no trace of his orgasm but his heavy breath and a lowly final drop of sperm that was quickly wiped away by my tongue again. No seed left behind.