A little story, a promise, Chief. A little birthday story about my plans for you….. You come back from a trying day at the University. I greet you at the door, taking your bag and coat and tossing them. Leaning to take your lips, I fall into your kisses and back you against the door for more leverage. I hitch your leg around my hip and snug our groins together. You groan as I push forward, pressing our bodies together. You put your arms around my waist and lower them to squeeze my ass. You pull me against you, wanting more friction- I pause for a moment, catching the rhythm you want. You tilt your head back more, trying to get deeper into my mouth or allow me into yours. I slowly swipe my tongue against yours until you suck it into your mouth. God, you’re so hot! Just burning in my arms and smelling of spice and arousal. I slide my hand up your thigh and around to cover and squeeze the bulge at your groin. I pop the button and unzip you just enough to fish out the smooth, hot head of your cock, which I caress with my fingertip until your breathing hitches in my mouth. You shiver as my finger glides through the moisture that’s gathered. You shudder as I rub my fingertips lightly back and forth across the soft head. You buck into my hand, you want more, need more, but I’m going so slow… so sensually slow. You grab the back of my neck and pull me forward again and plunge your tongue in and out of my mouth, trying to get me to hurry things along as you shove your jeans and boxers down your thighs. When I continue my slow torture, you squeeze my neck and nip my bottom lip, your breath coming in pants and small, involuntary noises of delight fall from your lips. I drum my fingers across the head of your cock and you shudder and shake in response. I slide my hand down just a bit so I can circle my finger and thumb just under the flared crown and then tug and push in a gentle, sensuous rhythm. Your head falls back from my lips and against the door and your hands start a slow slide down, tracing over my shoulders and back to my waist. With more coherency than I expected, you fumble open my clothes and shove everything down to free my cock. Keeping your lips occupied, I continue my gentle torture of your cockhead, my other hand drifting down to cup and caress your balls, one finger daring to stroke firmly over the sensitive skin behind them. You’re dripping with pre-come, I slide a finger of my left hand through the moisture and, cupping your balls again, slide the finger against and then into your tight bud. You howl against me in delight, your hands tightening and speeding the pumping of my cock. It’s getting hard to control and continue my gentle torture. You smell and feel so good in my hands and your fingers are lighting a fire on my skin. Another round of drumming my fingertips over your swollen and oh-so-sensitive crown followed by several sharps tugs matched with thrusts into your channel send you screaming over the edge. The feel of your come on my hand, your channel tightening around my finger and your grip tightening around my cock does it for me. I come, bathing your hands in wetness and growling my pleasure into your shoulder. I kiss you gently, milking the last of your orgasm with more touches to your cockhead. You sigh against me and I take you to bed to lick you down and clean you up. Happy Birthday, Chief! Your Sentinel, Jim