“Oh, yeah,” I said, eyeing the crimson cock-head poking out from the duskier cloak of foreskin just inches from my lips, “I know this little game. And I approve.”
I slipped his meat into my mouth, and in tandem, he did the same to mine. My tongue drew circles around his ridge, raced all along his plump shaft. He tasted just as salty and as spicy as I remembered, but even more palatable now that I finally had a chance to savor him again. I stroked the root of him with my trembling hand, tickled his balls with my pinky, and feasted on his leaking cock. And all the while, he did the same to me.