Bobby leaned in and pressed his face into the coarse, dark brown hair at Peter's pelvis. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of the man's musk and thinking to himself how incredibly hot it was. His working hand lifted Peter's shaft so that he could work his tongue over the man's balls, tasting them and feeling their weight. It traveled up, licking a wet line up the belly of his dick until Bobby reached the head. He kept his eyes trained up on Peter's, heavy with desire, as his lips parted and took the swollen head between them.
The taste elicited a soft moan of happiness from Bobby. He swirled his tongue around the tip, coating it with saliva, and kept his hand pumping and squeezing at the base. Slowly, he started to descend down the length of it and made sure that Peter could see his face the whole time. He got about halfway down, his hand covering the rest, and started to suck on that girth with his tongue sliding across the underside.
God, two years ago he never would have thought he'd be in this position. But here Bobby was, on his knees with another man's cock in his mouth for the first time and he felt fucking electric.
He slurped hungrily on Peter, loud and wet noises as his head began to bob back and forth. It was hard for a newcomer to balance eagerness with inexperience, remember to breathe and hollow his cheeks and keep his tongue moving and not choke. But Bobby was definitely a boy scout that tried his best. And he tried and tried and tried and tried again very happily.