0 comments/ 18043 views/ 0 favorites Selfless Love By: English-Passion David was ready for me. Two nights a week we play a little game. We call it 'selfless love.' The rules are simple to explain, but oh, so hard to obey. The first night, one of us lies naked on our bed, hands behind head, eyes closed, completely still and passive. Any movement at all, except for the obviously involuntary means instant disqualification. The other has just one function: to give as much pleasure as possible, in any way that works. . Deliberate tickling is not allowed, but anything and everything else is fair game. After the giver has made the receiver come, we both quietly turn over and try to go to sleep The second night we change places. Both of us are fiercely competitive people, so neither wants to be disqualified. It isn't just the forfeit of a week of housework; the truth is that it would simply spoil the fun. Of course, one of us must end up suffering utter frustration, but that's why we call it 'selfless love.' I paused a moment to admire David's body, while I planned my attack. I love his dark hair, soft and slightly curly. A perfect frame for his strong forehead and sexy eyebrows. I felt a strong urge to lick his beautiful face, but knew I should wait: let his excitement build up slowly. His broad, smooth chest quietly rose and fell with his gentle breathing. With strong hands laced behind his head, the muscles bulged in his upper arms and shoulders. He is no weightlifter, but in that position, any man looks wonderful. His armpits, coated in wiry hair, unselfconsciously exuded a musky manliness. I breathed deeply, enjoying the moment. Should I begin with his cock as it rested, soft and inviting, below his flat, muscled stomach and taut abdomen? Jet-black pubic hair framed the object of my desire like a sexual garland. It was simply waiting patiently for me to bring out its full potential. Or perhaps tease his lovely balls? Those smooth little eggs, shaved beautifully clean, just as I like them. He must have sensed my gaze because the flesh of his ball sack started to tighten, pulling its treasure closer to David's groin. At the same time, I could see just the beginning of interest in the wrinkled skin of his cock as it slowly began to thicken and unfurl. A hint of a smile crossed his lips and I knew just what he was thinking behind his closed eyes. I could almost read his mind. He had waited long enough. I ran the tip of my finger over his lips, so softly that he would almost not be able to feel it, knowing that if he forgot himself and opened them, I would win. But he was not going to be so easily defeated. He remained passive and still. "Can you tell how excited I am?" I whispered in his ear. "I'm going to make you come like a fountain while you dream up new ways to blow my mind tomorrow." I snaked out my tongue and touched him at the corner of his eye. I knew he could feel my breath on his face and, slowly moving around, I left a little trail of saliva to catch the cool air. At the same time my fingers grazed his chest, just below the collarbone. I stroked and teased, and was rewarded by the sight of his cock starting to swell. I carried on loving his face with tiny kisses and fleeting strokes of my tongue before kissing and licking my way down his throat to join my fingers on his chest. My David is a nipple man. The fastest way to his cock is through those two little buttons on his chest. Either one will do it, but both together drive him wild. My lips found the nipple nearest me while my fingers touched the other. I bit one and pinched the other, just hard enough to connect with his sexual nerve centers. His self-control was magnificent. He must have been screaming with delight internally, but no flicker of response crossed his face. He likes rough nipple play, so I pulled one hard, twisting as I pinched it. The other I alternately laved with my tongue and teased with my teeth. His breathing grew ragged and a single bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Nobody can take that kind of punishment for too long before the intense pleasure turns to pain. Neither of us minds a little light punishment in our sexual games, but that wasn't in my game plan. I only wanted pure pleasure for him. My work on his chest had done its job. His cock had swollen and now pointed up at me demanding attention. I love his cock. It isn't very long, just a good average, but it's a wonderful shape: straight and slim with a huge bulbous head like a shiny mushroom. It ranges from a deep dark purple under the rim to a coral pink at its eye. The ridge running along his shaft was very prominent with veins standing out as it slowly throbbed in time with his quickening heartbeat. As I watched, a small bead of clear fluid eased its way out of the tip. I badly wanted to taste his precum, but figured I'd make him produce more for me first. Opening my mouth wide, I carefully sucked one ball inside. It felt so nice against my tongue as I very gently rolled it around before letting it plop out. I did the same with the other, letting myself be a little rougher, pulling it with my lips. When I let go, I watched happily as it moved around, trying to get back to its comfortable resting place. While my face was between David's rock hard thighs I stretched my tongue around to caress the very back of his ball sack. My tongue didn't quite reach his ass or I would have licked him there as well, but I couldn't ask him to open his legs wider or the game would have been spoiled. I contented myself with teasing the flesh between his ass and his balls, sweeping up every now and then to separate his balls with my licks. By the time I had finished, his smooth, hairless nuts were slick and shiny with my dripping saliva. The time had come to show him what I really thought of his pretty cock. It was as hard as I had ever seen it and the flow of precum had become a silver river running down the head and shaft before disappearing stickily into his little dark patch. I tongued the base of his cock, collecting a small amount of his juice, not caring if I got hairs in my mouth. The taste assaulted my senses: salty and sweet and so unique to my beautiful man. What I didn't eagerly lap up got spread all over his cock. In the dim light of our bedroom it shone like a marble column. My own excitement was becoming unbearable. Every sexual nerve that I have was tingling and my whole body was throbbing in time to my quickening heartbeat. The knowledge that I would have to wait twenty-four hours for my own release was exquisite agony. I couldn't wait any longer. My mouth closed over the smooth head of his cock and my lips formed a tight ring under the rim. With my mouth full, I rasped my tongue over that silky dome, flicking its tip over the eye before gently sucking. I started to bob my head up and down, taking David deep into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, before sliding up and almost off. As I increased speed and pressure, in exactly the way that I knew would excite him the most, I stroked his rock-solid shaft with my hand. My fingers and thumb gripped the base of his cock tightly and I kissed and licked the head on every downstroke. David's breathing, the only other sign of his intense excitement, was getting more and more ragged as he neared his peak. I could see his orgasm before I felt or tasted it. His balls suddenly contracted, a sure sign that his pleasure limit had been reached. His cock grew even harder as I increased the speed of my hand and roughly rasped my tongue over and over his swollen glans. The muscles in his legs and ass knotted and his hips rose off the bed very slightly. Timing it to perfection, I reached up and twisted his nipple hard, just as his cock released its load of salty cream over my waiting tongue. I tried to swallow, but the next jet came too quickly, coating my mouth and chin before I got my lips open again. The final stream hit me in the back of the throat, his cock already starting to soften against my tongue. "You're a tasty boy, lover," I whispered. "Can you smell your come on my breath?" He wasn't to be tricked so easily, and all the response I got was a long, soft sigh of contentment. His orgasm was over, but the game wasn't. He still had to stay perfectly still until we both fell happily asleep. After giving his cock a final suck to get the last of his cream, I pulled a sheet over us, licking my lips as I watched it tent over David's still upright cock. I was feeling as horny as could be and knew I would find it so hard to resist touching myself in the night. I understood the rules of 'selfless love' though, and from the faintest smile on David's face knew that my own pulsing cock would be more than rewarded the next evening. Selfless Lover Unlike previous lovers, J was younger than me. Looking back, one thing I've found is that I would strive to please my older lovers, licking them from head to toe, indulging their every sexual desire and generally worshipping their bodies. With the younger ones, they tried to impress me! And so with J, I sweet-talked her in the pub and we went back to my place. She was 7 years younger than me and had apparently liked me a lot but thought I was out of her league. I assured her I wasn't and once at my place, we went straight to bed. I was almost encouraging her to slip up my body to straddle my face and began to lick her but she seemed a little nervous or something and eventually asked if she could turn around. I agreed and she then faced my feet. While I feasted on her pussy, she freed my cock and her talented mouth engulfed it. She hadn't made a sound while I was licking her out but now that she was sucking me, she moaned in pleasure. After about 10 minutes of this, she moved off me and before I knew what she was doing, she slipped beside me then down the covers to take me in her mouth again. I lay there as she began to take my full length in her mouth, sucking gently, occasionally taking it out to lick the head before engulfing me again. She withdrew to lick my balls too and I was becoming more and more turned on, certain I wouldn't last much longer before I came. "I think I'm going to cum soon," I told her and she quickly left my balls with a last lick, taking my cock in her mouth again. I held her head to me, fucking her mouth as she brought me to the edge, then I groaned as my cum flooded her mouth. She didn't waste a drop, immediately swallowing as much as she could to make room for the rest. It felt delicious as I was literally drained and finally I stopped cuming. Through it all, her mouth had stayed in place and she was actually moaning in pleasure. "I might need to get hard again before I fuck you. Why don't you climb up again?" I offered her, suggesting she have an orgasm before we had intercourse. "I'll help you get hard," she said in response, taking me to the hilt in her mouth again and lovingly fellating me. I shrugged; she seemed to be enjoying it and so was I! After a good 15 minutes, I was as hard as a rock again and pulled her up to let her wet pussy engulf my cock. I noticed she was very wet even despite not having much oral and rolled her over, pinning her down on the bed. I knew I'd last longer having cum once already and proceeded to fuck her hard for quite a while. At one point, as I ground down and stroked her clit, she clutched my back and yelled out as she came. She was also delighted I was still able to perform for a while longer but eventually I was approaching my 2nd orgasm too and had thought about cuming inside her. She was on the pill but you can never be sure. "I'm not far away from cuming," I told her breathlessly. "Not yet. Roll over" she asked me softly and I did so. Immediately, she ducked down to take me in her mouth again and although I held off for 5 minutes, I came again and she swallowed all of it for the 2nd time that night. We went to sleep not long after but in the morning the pattern was similar. I slipped into her as she was curled up and I lay into her back but once again, she wanted me to finish in her mouth and I had the pleasure of her taking the whole lot in her mouth. Jeri avoided my calls after that then I saw her a fortnight later. I asked her why and she explained she felt I was too good for her and that she didn't want to pester me. I laughed and told her not to be silly. "You enjoyed everything we did last time, didn't you?" I asked her boldly. "I loved it" she assured me innocently. We went back to my place and once we'd hit the bed naked, she kissed down my body, taking me in her mouth again. "You like having me in your mouth, don't you?" I asked her. "I do," she said in between sucks. "Will you always let me cum in it?" I pushed. "Every time. As much as you want" she answered. I began to realise she liked being a little bit submissive and decided to just enjoy it. After a great blowjob, I fucked her as hard as I could before cuming in her mouth again. She said she wouldn't ignore my calls again and after that, she started to see me twice a week. I would pick her up and she would stay over one weeknight then again on a Saturday night and most of the day on Sunday. It increased to 2 nights during the week so she was spending half the week at my flat. I began to live out the fantasy and she was really turned on being more submissive. On one occasion, she brought a little skirt, school blouse and tie round. I mockingly made her kneel in front of me and suck me off while I leaned forward and occasionally spanked her ass with a ruler while she kept me hard. She wouldn't hesitate to tongue my ass, balls and cock each time now, begging me to cum in her mouth until I grabbed her hair and fucked her face until I erupted. Jeri wasn't that bothered about receiving oral, which was a total change from F (see last story). She adored sucking my cock though and when she stayed over during the week and at weekends, she would spend a lot of time with me in her mouth. Even in the morning, she would always give me a blow job before we left to go out for the day, or work. I enjoyed this lifestyle and we continued keeping it just as kinky. However, what I didn't see coming was that she really liked me a lot, whereas it was more about the sex for me. She angrily ended it one morning after great sex the night before because she felt I was only with her for the sex and started going out with another guy her own age. I wished them well and over time we spoke again, before I eventually moved towns. She's settled down now, lost some of her looks and has aged faster than me but for those 6 months she was my personal cock hound and I loved every minute of it. For me though, I kind of missed the relationship with F, when I would pleasure her as much as she wanted and even with the selfless pleasure Jeri gave me, I just didn't really fall for her the same way.