A friend of mine got a group together to rent a house for a few days in pre-season Cape May, New Jersey. Mid-May in the mid-Atlantic could be a little chilly but it was also a good time to enjoy the ocean and the restaurants (breakfast margaritas!) that opened before the summer crowds swarmed in for real. One of the guys had invited his friend Dexter from Philadelphia to join us. Dexter was cute, had a lovely beard, was witty and charming, and through his T-shirt one could sense a very good body.
The first day we were in Cape May, I glanced many times at Dexter, wondering if he might be interested back. He didn’t seem interested, so I decided to not let something as trivial as unrequited lust ruin my trip.
But on the second day, as I was putting on some sunblock, I realized Dexter was lying alone on the bed in his room. I took the sunblock bottle and some hope and asked if he would do my back.
He sat up on the bed and spread his legs and I sat down between them, handing him the bottle. As he rubbed sunblock over my back he leaned forward, nuzzling my neck and reaching around to finger my crotch. I reached behind and pulled at his crotch in return. But he played shy and moved out of reach, complaining that he didn’t want to have a hard-on showing.
However, when Dexter was done with my back, he stood me up, turned me around to face him, and quite unexpectedly tugged my shorts down around my knees. He caught my mostly hard dick in his mouth as it bounced free and proceeded to give me a more amazing, sensual blow job than any I had ever received. He used his mouth with great skill, tonguing the underside of my cockhead like no one had before, very nearly getting me off right there.
I stopped him before it was too late, then pushed him back onto the bed and went down on him, wanting to return the feeling. But he stopped me after only a few licks, got me back on my feet, and began to suck me off again.
I was close to cumming and began to make noises about safe sex. But he had grasped the base of my dick so (he said) he could feel what was going on inside me and assured me he knew what he was doing.
And sure enough, just a second before I popped, he took his mouth away and jerked me off into a tissue, while I stood there, gasping and trying keep my eyes from rolling too far back in my head.
Dexter got to his feet and gave me a hug, and helped me stagger, spent, out the door of his room. I asked him about his technique for giving head, but he only smiled and murmured something about not wanting to give away his secrets. I wondered if Dexter liked things to run his way.
The next morning, I wandered past his room in a towel, trying not too obviously to advertise that I was about to take a shower. He didn’t say anything, so I started my shower. I had just turned the water off when I discovered Dexter had come into the bathroom. He had quietly undressed and was now climbing into the shower with me. He didn’t really ask, but I was OK with it. I wondered if Dexter liked things to run his way.
He stood under the warm water facing away from me, his arms up against the shower wall like I was going to frisk him (hmmm, idea…). I worked the soap into a lather, then started slowly down his back to his butt, sliding slid my soapy hands around his armpits, chest, belly, and balls, quickly getting him hard. He turned out to be a sensuous kisser, too, brushing his lips against my cheek, my eyes, my beard, again knowing when and how to use his tongue.
He dropped to his knees, water pouring down on him, to give me some more of that expert head. This time, however, I tried to see exactly what it was he was doing with his mouth that felt so incredible. Before he had me too far gone, I lifted him up, then went down on my knees and began to suck him off, trying to put extra effort into my tongue action on the underside of his dick. Maybe I did it right because he came pretty quickly when I jerked him off, with soapy water as lube.
After toweling off, Dexter peeked around the door to see if the coast was clear, and we headed to our respective bedrooms. (Would being seen with me really be so bad?) We dressed and went downstairs to join the others.
We didn’t play again that weekend. I thought Dexter was a nice guy, and us playing around was one of those sexy, spontaneous moments that just happen between men.