Penis meditation #3

Tommy was an outstanding lover. I prefer (usually, at least) to serve or service rather than to receive service. Tommy began, expecting that, but as the months passed from my first, in the woods, meeting with him, and we graduated to vacant houses and finally to beds in not so vacant locations, he would begin to maneuver his body into a 69 position, first playing with my small but very hard cock with his gentle fingers. As he reached the point where his penis was flowing with precum, he would apply his lips and tongue to my penis. He seemed to master right from the first time that getting my cock off was no easy project. He deftly used his lips and tongue on the underside of the shaft just below the head and just barely nibbled at that taught strip of skin. I would already be in extacy as his climax in my mouth approached when the sensation of his sweet mouth on my penis would drive me even farther and higher into sexual glory. I would feel his penis swell even larger and its head drive deep into my tonsils as that indescribable moment of climax shook my whole body and my hot load shot into his near virgin mouth and his bold spurts of hot semen splashed against the back of my throat in hard, quick succession.