Once Kent is unzipped I fold my fingers over the edge of his pants and his boxer-briefs, tugging down, and Kent helps me, pushing at the back of his pants so that they fall all at once to the floor. And then I’m suddenly quite intimately face-to-face with his rock-hard dick.
I blink in surprise, doing my best to maintain my cool even though I’m – I’m honestly a little freaked out –
I mean, Kent’s cock is in some ways an old friend by now – a very good old friend. But we’ve – we’ve never met quite like this –
Perhaps sensing my reaction, or just wanting to get his pants away from his ankles, Kent takes two steps back, lifting his feet out of his slacks and kicking them away. As he does that, his hand goes to the base of his cock and he runs his palm slowly up the length of it, back and forth, letting me see him do it.
I can’t pull my eyes away from him, half mesmerized, half…half wondering how the hell I’m supposed to get that in my mouth. I mean, I haven’t seen a lot of penises with my own eyes so I don’t have a lot to compare to, and I’ve always been aware that Kent is large, but honestly, considering it now –
“Are you ready, Fay?” Kent asks, his voice hard, and I snap my face up to his. Seeing his dark determination there, I wipe my hesitation from my face and nod once.
He steps close to me again, sliding his hand to the base of his cock and holding it still before me. And then his other hand comes up to my cheek, gently tucking a curl of my hair behind my ear.
“Open your mouth,” he murmurs, his voice rough, though I think he’s trying to be gentle for my sake. It’s hard for him, though – I can tell. Kent’s desire to move fast is in every twitch of his cock, which pulses now along with the beating of his heart.
Something in that settles me, I don’t know what – maybe the fact that Kent is apparently feeling just as crazed as I am right now? But whatever it is, I’m grateful for it as I tilt my head back and smirk up at Kent before opening my mouth for him, just inches from his dick, and stick out my tongue just a little bit.
He groans, then, pressing his eyes shut for a second almost as if he can’t look at me. Then, after steeling himself, he looks back at me and carefully, almost gently, places the head of his dick against my tongue, beginning to slowly rub it back and forth.
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