He gripped me mid-shaft and pulled downward, sliding my foreskin back like a sleeve. My pink cock head bloomed.
"It's so shiny." He traced his fingers along my glans. "And so smooth." His lips parted and his tongue slid out with trepidation. He rolled it along the tip.
"How's it taste?"
"Like...nothing. Just skin."
I smiled. "There are a lot of unfortunate stigmas about guys with foreskins. Circumcised guys can taste bad too. It just comes down to hygiene. I take good care of myself."
He flicked his tongue along the head, swirled it around, then dipped it beneath the tight fold of flesh.
"That's it," I said with a moan. "Work that cock, boy."
I slid deeper into his mouth. He struggled with my length, so I paused and let him find his pace. While he practiced testing the limits of his gag reflex, he formed a ring with his fingers around my ball sack and tugged. The sensation made me weak in the knees.
He began bobbing up and down on my cock, forming suction with his mouth, and then began working his fist up and down the shaft to compensate for the half that he couldn't swallow. His eyes were shut tight. We were moaning together.
"Fuck, yeah, Morris. Your mouth feels so good on my dick."
He grunted his agreement and moved more of his focus to working his tongue along the head of my cock. An orgasm was throbbing inside me, tingling behind my nuts, ready to break free.
"I'm close," I whispered.
He abruptly stopped. "Wait, not yet. I don't want this to end."
"Okay." I nodded toward his lap. "How ya feeling down there?"
"I'm feeling so turned on," he said. "It's like I'm buzzing inside, but I seem to be learning to control my erection."
"Good." I stroked his clean-shaven cheek. "You're getting the hang of this."
"Would you..." He hesitated. "Would you fuck me?"
"Look at you, dropping f-bombs." I grinned and raised an eyebrow.
"I want you inside me." He licked his lips. "Ineedit."
As a dom, I was doing a half-assed job. Morris shouldn't have been the one making requests. I was supposed to be calling the shots. But I also understood he was testing his own boundaries. Figuring out his own set of rules and justification for his feelings. I decided to take my cues where they were needed, but also allow him to explore his urges in a safe space. If one of the savages in the main area had gotten a hold of him, they would have fucked him senseless without any care for his comfort.
Slipping into character, I ordered, "Take off your clothes. Get on the bed." I kicked off my shoes and shorts while he undressed.
When he unlaced his brown work boots, the air filled with the potent funk of a working man's sweat. If he were anyone else, I probably would have been disgusted. He always smelled like perspiration and diesel. But I didn't mind. I loved the natural scent of him. It kind of turned me on.
He splayed out on the bed. His long legs were covered in curls of blondish-brown hair. And he'd trimmed back his pubes to a nice, neat length. It made me wonder if he'd come there planning to give himself to me.
His cock was soft but swollen against the confines of the cage. The tip bulged out of the center slat, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. I caressed his smooth nuts. "You did some yard work."
"Yeah."
"It looks really good."
"Thanks."
I leaned past him to grab a condom from the bedside table. He gasped with anticipation. I think he believed I was headed for his lap.
"Oh, I'm not sucking your dick again."
"Okay," he said, revealing a hint of disappointment.