Streaks

I pushed my head forward. I'd never had a cock in my mouth before-- but I had a cock of my own. I knew what I'd want to feel-- and I knew what I wanted him to feel. Everything. Completely freedom. I truly wanted to thank him and pay him back for the exhilaration he'd just shown me.

I closed my lips tight against his shaft, and pushed him another inch deeper. He filled my mouth. I sucked on him, so he could feel my cheeks. Another inch deeper. I let my teeth scrape against his sensitive skin. Another inch deeper, and all I could see was his jeans, and I could feel soft fuzz on my lips. I breathed through my nose, just like my dentist had taught me to keep my gag reflex down-- and it worked just as well for a cock as it did for a tongue dispenser.

I started to move my head, bobbing just a bit up and down. Holding him as deep in me as I wanted, desperate to swallow him. As much as I wanted to please him, I had to do this for me-- had to know what it felt like to give a blow job. Until this moment, I never realized how badly I wanted this sensation. Dan felt so good stretching my lips, and I felt amazing hearing his moans, feeling his hands on my back encouraging.

But when I think about it, just anyone could give a blowjob. If I wanted to take a plunge-- if I wanted to open his world-- I had to take full advantage of the situation.

I cupped his ass, and gave him a gentle nudge. Up and away. Dan seemed to pick up on what I wanted right away. I heard the squeak of the rope, and he started to pull himself up. Inch by inch. I kept him in my mouth, sucking greedily at his hard cock as I stood straight up. Another inch. Another inch. Then leaning forward into him-- until finally Dan was hanging free, two hundred feet in the air-- anchored only by his cock in my mouth.

I reached forward and found his legs, taking firm hold of them. I guided them-- lifting them up to my shoulders. Wrapping them around me. I folded at the hips-- leaning forward so my upper body was outside of the apartment. Dan let go of his rope. Though his legs were on me-- like he was sitting on my chest and shoulders-- his legs wrapped around my head-- his weight was entirely on his rig.

I looked up at him, his cock still lodged firmly in my mouth, and he looked down at me. Our eyes met-- and I nodded. I begged him with my eyes.

He locked the support rope into place, and let go of it-- hanging suspended in mid-air-- and put his hands on my head. His legs wrapped around me. His arms wrapped around me. He clung to me, his only anchor-- and started to thrust.

I stiffened, holding still-- swaying only to counteract any changes in balance. He pulled his hips back, still hugging my face with his entire body, dangling two hundred feet above the world. And then he thrust forward, driving his cock in my mouth. He hit my throat, and pulled back-- and thrust again.

A third thrust, and he grunted hard. His cock stiffened even more-- like it was trying to pry my throat open. I leaned forward more, feet on the floor, counterbalanced by him-- and gave him a better angle.

He shoved his cock down my throat, and I gagged on it. It felt wonderful-- like I was endlessly swallowing him. I looked up at him, my ears involuntarily tearing-- begging him for more.

He nodded-- took a much firmer grip on my head with his whole body-- and started to pump rhythmically. A series of gentle thrust, rubbing himself against my tongue, my cheeks. Then a hard, fast thrust deep into my throat. His pace quickened, and he slipped further down my throat. His breathing was fast and hard now-- and the deep thrusts came more often. And deeper. And harder. And then he gave up the gentleness-- and just took the plunge with me.

Two hundred feet above the ground, leaning out of my apartment window-- someone who might as well be a complete stranger was attached to my head, suspended by a rope--fucking my throat.

My mouth was wet, overly full-- my throat jammed pack, and it was wonderful. I never could have done this if I'd chosen to. Never could I have built up to it. I would have gone my whole life, and never had this done to me.

I'd never had been the one who could do this for him.

His legs quivered, his grip on me loosening. His cock was swelling up in my throat, his rhythm breaking. I knew what the moments just before an orgasm felt like. And without any further warning, I felt the first squirt explode down my throat.

I let go of the window sill, and fell forward. I reached up and snatched his hands, gripping them hard-- and pushed back. His cock popped noisily from my mouth, bouncing off my chin. Dan knew-- he knew. He leaned back-- my feet planted against the wall, his on the window sill. He leaned back into the world-- completely open and free-- and I kept him balanced while he came on me.

Dan cried out, the same exuberant, overjoyed whoop he'd let out before.

His cock spurted, hard, fast. It flew free, long white jets firing right at me. The first one landed on me, splashing across my face and chest-- a searing hot streak in contrast to the cool wind. More spurts burst forward, going wild-- landing on my chest, staining the sheets I'd dropped on the floor-- hitting the window.

One final small spurt dibbled from his cock, threatening to dripping free. I could let it fall free-- let it out into the world-- but instead I pulled hard on him. Made him sit back up, and took his semi-flacid cock into my mouth. My throat was already filled with the salty essence of his first spurt-- but this one I wanted to taste. I lapped at him greedily, sucking in that last wonderful drop. I looked up at him while I sucked him clean-- taking that new sensation onto my tongue, rolling it around. Tasting it. Feeling the texture.

And then, while our eyes were locked together, I slowly and deliberately swallowed.

After a moment, he pulled out of my mouth, did something with the rope, and lowered himself to eye level. Hey, he has blue eyes. I guess I hadn't noticed. And they were twinkling.

I smiled back, and looked at the mess he'd left. "You're going to have to redo your work," I said with a grin, "You left some streaks on the windows. And me."

He threw his head back and laughed. What a wonderful sound that was. I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing it.

"Thank you," he said, meeting my eyes, his voice sincere.

I shook my head. "No-- thank you, Dan. That was an experience. All of it. I-- thank you."

He leaned forward we kissed.

"When you're done with the building," I said, "Come on up to 1701."

"What do you have in mind?" he asked with a grin.

"I dunno," I said. I shrugged, and took a step away-- letting him slip back out of the apartment. "But I'd love to hang out with you some more and see what comes up."