I need Mike in my mouth - in the back of my throat - I need to feel my tongue on his balls - to hear his moans of pleasure and to feel him gently rolling his hips to slide his hard cock in and out of my lips. Never mind that the ultimate part of the evening will be when my wife takes him into her pussy and mewls with the pleasure that his passionate love making will give her - that I'll hear her urging him to cum for her and to drain his balls inside her. For whatever reason all of that is secondary to me right now and my entire focus is on Mike's hard cock and my own mouth.
Sucking cock has become, perhaps, one of the most liberating feelings I've experienced in my life. I was a homophobe for most of my existence. In some ways I'm still not totally comfortable with two guys or two ladies setting up house together and living like a married couple, but I've come a long way as my uvula can attest. One of my best moments in a sexual experience with Dee is always in those few seconds right before I put my cock into her. She's lying back with her legs raised high and wide apart for me and she's sporting a Cheshire cat grin. My cock is throbbing as I ponder the magnificent sight before me, all laid out for our mutual pleasure. I feel some of that same high love of life right before I take a cock into my mouth. It makes me hyper alive, somehow. I'll never understand it, but I don't really care. Bring on the dicks!