I have occasionally waxed lyrical to men I fuck about the joy of sucking soft cock, and they don’t always get what the draw is. This is understandable, if you’ve never done it yourself, but it’s frankly a situation that needs rectifying. I would like everyone who has a cock to understand the unique and special pleasure that comes from sucking a soft one. And honestly, though I’d love to be able to describe it myself, I couldn’t do even half as good a job at capturing the pleasure as @citrusandsex has. Check out her Literotica page here, and read her guest blog on sucking soft cock below. It took my breath away.
Sucking soft cock
One of my favourite things about 3 am is how blurry the world feels then. Everything seems coated in this fog of detachment as if nothing is fully real – all you are and everything you do is somehow timeless in this space between waking hours.
Nothing is expected of me at three am. Nothing is expected of anyone at three am and knowing that has led me to so many unexpected pleasures.
Like the magic of sucking soft cock.
It happened the first time one night when I was awake. I have chronic insomnia so that’s not really a rarity, but on this particular night, he was up with me. We were having a cup of tea and chatting or maybe we were watching a show – I can’t quite remember, the details are blurry. My head on his thigh and my arm extended to make cat-like biscuits in his chest hair. It’s soothing to me to stroke the intimate places on his body which is why, as we sat and sleep began to toy with my inhibitions, my hands wandered down his chest and stomach until they’d hooked beneath the waistband of his soft flannel pyjama bottoms. Intending to follow the soft path of his body hair, I kept going as I tugged the bottoms down with me. My fingers moved through his pubic hair and grazed over the ridge of his warm and velvety-soft sleeping cock.
It hadn’t got the memo that we were staying awake tonight, and why would it have? No one expects anything from anyone at 3 am, remember? Despite my penchant for late night sex, that wasn’t the vibe tonight and his body was at rest, not anticipating any sexual adventures.
But his cock was warm and soft, inviting in the neat way it nestled against his body and, with my mouth just inches away, I couldn’t resist. I tipped my chin and flicked my tongue out, licking the tip as he jumped and then giggled. We watched one another, my eyes full of questions that he answered with a nod.
Out again my tongue came, drawing a path along the top of his cock where it rested. I dragged it along his length and then gently swirled it around the head. It was all one fluid motion with little definition in trying to find the perfect spot or tease the right nerve. At rest, his cock lacks those sensitive spots and precise pleasure points. It’s all a pleasure point, as soft and blurry as the rest of the world. As everything else at 3 am.
I brought one hand down, tracing the resting length of his shaft and the impossible softness of his foreskin that was not pulled taught against an engorged cock. It too was at rest, relaxed and inviting. It was utterly irresistible and I didn’t even try as I licked him there, my tongue tracing around and inside it as my hand moved below my chin, testing the weight of his balls in my palm in this relaxed state. Like his cock, they felt both heavier and more at ease. Entirely open to my touch without the urgency of desiring it.
My body and mind were alight with wonder. I opened my mouth, warm breath puffing out against his body as I gently and carefully took him between my lips. Sucking soft cock feels different. It’s a treat for the senses: mine and his, apparently, if the soft groan that reverberated through his body was anything to go by. The weight of him rested on my tongue, heavy and malleable with the motion of my lips and cheeks as I sucked them in and released. I explored the movements of my mouth, marvelling in how his cock moved with them. I tested the shape and weight, using my tongue to press his length to one side and the other.
It felt good – really good – to have a mouth full of warm and pliant velvet. The vague saltiness of him was familiar. The scent of him and the tickle of his pubic hair against my nose all something I am so used to feeling as his dick touches the back of my throat and fills my mouth with its rigid need. But that night, I marvelled at this wonder – both familiar and novel – even as he began to harden against the soft warmth of my mouth.
In this timeless slip of infinite wonder, only moments had passed before his body began to respond to the familiar ministrations as my tongue teased and probed his soft cock and relaxed balls. Sensing my time with this soft new toy was coming to an end as he swelled and lengthened against my tongue, the urgency grew. I lifted my head before bringing it down slowly, using my hand to cup and support the mostly-still-pliable penis I was pleasuring, urgently applying suction to take him deeply into my mouth as I buried my nose against his groin, relishing the feel of the pulse in his now rapidly hardening shaft.
As he hardened, I softened.
Relaxing my mouth, slackening my tongue and grip as I gently pulled back to observe him.
His now-hard and glistening cock, his balls tightening with the desire I’d suckled and stroked from his softness. With wonder, I observed the same changes I’d just felt with my tongue and lips.
My head fell back against his thigh, eyes slowly roaming his body up the same trail of soft hair that led me to such unexpected magnificence.
That night I discovered an unexpected magic – one I now delight in fitting into my mouth and my days as often as possible.
At 3 am one summer morning, I discovered the magic of sucking soft cock.
4 Comments
Ah, this I miss. Beautifully written, thank you for a lovely reminder of a past favourite occurrence
Lovely guest post. A friend I had at school referred to the act of sucking a soft cock until it was hard as giving a “blowner.”
3am is “absolute boner” territory too. So be prepared for the unexpected!
I used to party extremely hard (still do occasionally) and recreational drugs would sometimes leave me completely flaccid yet unbelievably horny..it’s a cruel world!
Though this is when I discovered my penchant for bouts of all night oral sex and having my soft cock sucked. I would agree that the whole penis is sensitive in a completely different way in that state. Very very hard to describe and perhaps the best that I can do is…extremely tickly.
It’s very hard to replicate this without substances that inhibit an erection becuase as soon as I touch a sexy girls lips I will get hard (if I’m not already). So this is a real treat when/if it happens.