Gay short erotic fiction: Fellatio

Yin and yang

We kiss on the bed, naked, our bodies were melting beyond their shapes. Our arms, legs and lips, everything mingles together as we feel every inch of each other in the warm darkness.

He moves away for just an instant, barely a second, and sits on me. The smell of his erection washes against my face and the view delights my eyes. I take it between my fingers and he smiles at me; I bring it to my lips and he is no longer able to stifle his moans.

He tilts his head backward, while gently moving his hips, fucking my mouth. How could I have lived without this?

He takes it out… I glare up at him in protest… But his smile tempers my disapproval: I realize that I know what’s coming next, and I know it’s going to be even better. He turns around in my lap and moves downwards so that his cock is on my lips once again, but now with his mouth tantalizingly close to my erection.

His breath teases me as it flutters across the sensitive skin and I melt once I feel myself inside his hot mouth. The pleasure is near paralyzing, so I decide to lose myself completely and wolf him down. The salty tang of his precum spreads around my mouth and I find myself letting out moan after muffled moan. I feel the sounds reverberating against his body and it only arouses me more.

The moans and yelps of pleasure soon turn into screams and I let it all out until I can barely scream anymore. We melt together and I’m lost, unable to feel where I end and he begins. It becomes impossible to tell which one of us is yin and which is yang. In this pulsating darkness, all I know is that we’ve given each other all our light.

A trail of beauty

I spread featherlight touches across your body, basking in the familiar feeling of your skin underneath my fingertips. I read your skin like a map, carefully following the trail of moles that leads straight to your ribs and it feels like polka-dots imprinted on the softest of silks. Like a man lost, I follow the trail hungrily and rejoice at finding the mark right next to your navel, close to the thatch of light hairs that blooms on your abdomen.

I do not know how many times I have traveled this road, but it is my favorite path of your body. As I travel lower, there it is, the reward at the end of the journey. You’re burning, hot against my face, but your erection on my cheek still has to wait.

I traverse even lower, to your testicles and the mark that only I know you have. I hover my mouth over it the sweetest of spots and pull you towards my body. That strong and musky smell of your member is flooding my senses. I know. It is time to end the pilgrimage.

I kiss that mole, the one that only I know you have. The sign for the end of the road, but only the beginning of my passion; your tasty glans in my mouth. I seesaw. You try to find me with your hands. I do not want to be found. I stop you. I do not want any distractions.

My lips come back to the end, the obedient pilgrims worshipping your marks, the origins of my sickness. How tasty is the original sin! I can’t stop them anymore, and they come back to engulf you, just for the pleasure of hearing you howling, feeling how you grab my hair. And it’s there when you shorten the distance among your moles with the frantic swing of my head; it’s there, when you melt yourself in my mouth, and the entire path I walked becomes a trail of beauty.

The following erotic story was adapted from the works of Rafa de la Rosa, which you can read in their original Spanish here.

Written by: Rafa de la Rosa

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  1. Very hot

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