He thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. I guess I'd say the emphasis is on pleasure. You're only supposed to share that pleasure with your wife. I think the wasted sperm would be frowned upon too, but I've never asked for that type of clarification."
"Okay."
"Why?"
"Just relax and I'll help you." I took his cock into my hand and squeezed it. He let out a gasp and closed his eyes.
Veins bulged from his shaft. He had a good-sized cock that shot upright over two very hairy balls. Clearly he hadn't thought about grooming down there.
I sank to my knees and inhaled him. His nuts smelled like fresh sweat and diesel fuel from that big brown truck he drove. I ran my tongue along the underside of his sack. He shuddered while I licked upward, tracing the seam until I reached the root of his shaft. A droplet of pre-cum slid down and I caught it, tasting its saltiness.
Then I continued traveling north, taking my time, watching him stand over me with his eyes closed and his soft lips parted. I ran a loop around the underside of his glans, licking a path all the way around the mushroom head before I ascended on the top and took him into my mouth.
He breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered how long it had been since he felt a guy's mouth on his knob.
I bobbed my head down, taking him all the way into my throat. Then I worked my way up again, my tongue dancing on his cock like a stripper's pole.
"That's the spot," he whispered, as my tongue pressed against the little nook where his glans spread into a V above his shaft. Most men loved being licked there. It's an area abundant with nerve endings, where their frenulum was if they were intact, and if they were cut, some of the sensitive tissue was usually still there.
His body was already stiffening, and I could tell he was close to the edge. It wouldn't take much effort for him to blow.
I figured I should give him a little more of a memory to savor. Who knew how long it would be before he enjoyed something like this again?
So I gave his cock head a break and traveled downward again, swirling my tongue along and around the shaft in a maddening move that makes men feel like they could almost come, but not quite. Then, I nuzzled his nut sack a little more, licking it clean of its salty perspiration. I didn't mind. Morris tasted every bit as delicious as I'd imagined.
I decided to dig a little deeper, running my tongue over the soft chastity cock ring that squeezed his balls together nice and tight, and I made my way between his thighs. His warm and wet sack rested on my nose.
Then I moved back up again and popped one of his balls into my mouth. Guys either loved or hated having their nuts played with. He moaned loudly. When I looked up, a satisfied smile had spread across his face. That was enough to tell me what his opinions were on ball play.
I sucked on his ball for a while, twirled it around with my tongue before making my way over to its twin. Then I sucked them both, flicking my tongue across the bottom center of his sack.
Morris raked his fingers through my scalp. I kept my black hair buzzed short in the summer and it had that prickly texture of freshly cut ends. He dug his nails in, kind of painful but also pretty damn hot. I liked feeling him get a little aggressive with me.
I rewarded him by moving upwards toward his shaft, and this time, I was ready to bring him to the finish line. I took his entire cock into my mouth and began riding the pole again, hard and fast. He gasped and groaned, squeezing his fingers into my skin.
"Yes, Cesar, yes!" he screamed.
He began fucking my face, slamming his hips against me as he buried his bone in my throat. It was a good thing I knew how to relax my gag reflex.
I slurped and sucked, bobbing up and down as he worked his cock in and out of me. He gripped me tighter, and I could tell he was close to an orgasm.
Just as his body tensed in preparation for blast off, I broke free from his death grip and let his cock drop from my mouth.
"Wait, wait!" Morris called out, just as he released the first white pearl. But instead of exploding from his cock, the cum dribbled out.
He continued thrusting his hips like his body hadn't caught up with his brain. More semen flowed out of him as he took his cock in his hand and began furiously pounding it. But it was already shrinking and shriveling in his fist.
"What the hell did you just do?" He stared down at me in disbelief.
I grabbed the tube piece of the chastity device and slid it over his soft cock without resistance. It easily reached the cock ring. I threaded the lock through the small hole at the top center and snapped it shut.
Morris was still staring at me with a mix of confusion and anger.
"Sorry," I said, standing up. "That's what you call a 'ruined orgasm' in chastity play."
"Why did you do it?"
"You said that pleasure was the biggest part of the sin, so I deprived you of it."