Deliverance – Saturday Morning – A Moisture Post
Saturday morning arrived with the sexy drawling growl of Master Mike, “bear! get over here and suck my pecker.” Well, how does one resist such a command from such a man? Really, there is no way to resist. He’s a force of nature, which is good because he’s the only guy I’ve met in my 42 years who could give such a command to me and actually expect it to be obeyed. Sure, I’ve played the sub with a few other men, but that was it, just play. With Mike, I submit because it feels right to do so, and not to do so seems like it would be a breaking.
Anyway, we were out there on the patio of the lodge again in the early morning – the sky had just dawned, and the lodge staff hadn’t even arrived to start breakfast yet. It was perfect – cool but warming air on our skin, the smell of Mike’s pipe, and me drawing his energy back into the normal pathways of his body. His cock is the perfect length for sucking, and has a girthy middle that is a delight. “long strokes, bear,” he urged.
“huhm, mr,” i intoned in reply, never taking his cock from my mouth.
His entire body quivers and shakes and right before he cums, he grabs my head and forces me down all the way to catch every drop, and his cock pumps out his load – you can really feel the muscles working. His explosion was warm and delightful, with just a hint of the taste of his tobacco, and I swallowed every drop.
