It's wet and warm and just a little obscene. I loved it. From the very first moment his tongue touched my hole I was gone. I dreamed about it, I jerked off thinking about it.
But that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to do it to him. I wanted to make him feel the way he makes me feel. And he let me. He loved having his ass eaten out. He would let me rim him for as long as I could take it. Because my tongue in his ass, always somehow ended in me begging to be fucked.
Over the years it has gotten easier and easier to get my dick in his ass, but getting my tongue in there has never been a challenge. Since the first time I asked I have had an open invitation.
I knew from my first night with Brian that I liked having my own ass rimmed, but I had no idea if I would enjoy doing it to someone else. Turns out I did like it. A lot.
And I'm good at it. Like beg and plead for mercy good. Like how I got Brian to let me fuck him good.
"Did you rim Ben?"
"Don't tell me you are going to go getting all jealous like Mikey."
"No way. Ben is fucking hot, I want to hear about you sucking on his asshole."
"Well in that case, I tied him to the bed and I fucked his ass with my tongue until he begged for my cock. And then I just keep tonguing his hole making him all wet and slippery and open. And then I fucked him all night long."
"You didn't really rim him did you?"
"Nah. I just fucked him like any other trick."
"You rimmed me."
He should by shy or embarrassed or intimidated. But he hardly ever is, not anymore, not since the first night.
No, Justin is always ready and willing and eager for anything I have to give him. And he's never afraid to show me what he wants. So it isn't a surprise to come out of the bathroom and find him on the bed holding his own ass cheeks open for me to see. It isn't unusual for him to ask me to - fuck order me to, tongue fuck his tight little hole. And it isn't unusual for me to comply.
It has been more than four months since I've had a tongue in my ass. I fuck other guys and I let other guys fuck me, but I never let anyone else rim me besides Brian. He used to give me shit about being an overly romantic twat. But it isn't romantic bullshit, it is different with Brian, and the few times I let someone else tongue fuck me, I was seriously disappointed.
So Brian's tongue is the only one I let near my ass, which is sort of a serious problem considering he now lives almost 400 miles away.
But we finally found a weekend that we are both free and he came to New York. It has been a bitch to plan but none of that matters anymore when I'm finally in a hotel room with soft sheet on the bed and an even softer tongue lapping at my hole. I spent an hour with him on the phone last night describing exactly what I wanted him to do to me when we were finally in the same room again. But he doesn't need me to tell him because he knows exactly what I like, what I need.