[ He's pleading for it, his little ballet dancer, and the words go straight to his cock. Shifting, he ignores the way his trousers tighten, deciding that it doesn't matter. He'll get his turn, naturally, as things always go between the two of them, back and forth. Balance. Instead, he focuses his attention on the hard cock between his fingers, the condom providing a thin, sleek barrier - he doesn't mind it, though the taste of rubber isn't particularly endearing. Being sexually irresponsible really has no advantages whatsoever, unless you desperately enjoy the average STD.
Claude's got a very big cock. It's nicely shaped, very much like the rest of his body, but it's also a very interesting challenge to blow. One's throat doesn't much appreciate neither girth nor length, does it? But he's used to Marcel who's larger still (you'd be hard-pressed to find someone larger, unless you went scouting amongst elephants on the African savannah) and really, the strain of forcing your jaw to cooperate pales in comparison with the reaction that follows. Blowing a man is a bit like sucking his brains out; in that aspect, it's satisfying in its own right. Even if cock isn't necessarily his greatest turn-on when it comes to oral sex.
Please, he says, and Jean Louis watches him squirm for another couple of seconds before leaning in over Claude's lap, parting his lips and sucking the head of his cock into his mouth. Relaxing his jaws, he keeps his lips folded over his teeth, making certain not to accidentally tear the condom or, indeed, the cock as it slides further into his mouth, along the width of his tongue. He takes it slow, mostly for his own sake - besides, they have time, don't they? They have time. Breathing shakily through his nose, he keeps his hand locked around the base of the shaft. Keeps still for a few, outdrawn seconds before drawing back slowly. ]
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Claude's got a very big cock. It's nicely shaped, very much like the rest of his body, but it's also a very interesting challenge to blow. One's throat doesn't much appreciate neither girth nor length, does it? But he's used to Marcel who's larger still (you'd be hard-pressed to find someone larger, unless you went scouting amongst elephants on the African savannah) and really, the strain of forcing your jaw to cooperate pales in comparison with the reaction that follows. Blowing a man is a bit like sucking his brains out; in that aspect, it's satisfying in its own right. Even if cock isn't necessarily his greatest turn-on when it comes to oral sex.
Please, he says, and Jean Louis watches him squirm for another couple of seconds before leaning in over Claude's lap, parting his lips and sucking the head of his cock into his mouth. Relaxing his jaws, he keeps his lips folded over his teeth, making certain not to accidentally tear the condom or, indeed, the cock as it slides further into his mouth, along the width of his tongue. He takes it slow, mostly for his own sake - besides, they have time, don't they? They have time. Breathing shakily through his nose, he keeps his hand locked around the base of the shaft. Keeps still for a few, outdrawn seconds before drawing back slowly. ]