A little bummed

I'm able to track the amount of readers I have, and gotta say, I'm a little bummed that I don't have more. Is my writing that lame? Ahhhh poor me. If you like it, let me know...and send your friends. I want to hear what people think (and what they want). Is there too much personal shit? Too much sex? Too raunchy? Hook a brother up, and let me know.

Out with some bangs

Sunday night was hot. Down came the snow, and out came a raging horned-up, sex-crazed animal. Me.

Despite my writing off most groups, after the lame time I had last week, I decided to check one out last night. I was afraid that, because of the Oscars, there would be nothing of quality. But fortunately all was OK...

I'd say it was like a 4 out of 10, which was better than I was expecting. I immediately saw two guys who looked like fun, walked up to them, whipped out my cock, and pushed one of the guys' head onto it while I began sucking face with the other. I felt a good connection with the dude I was kissing, and loved fucking the face of the cocksucker. I had a dirty, rank pair of briefs on, and was looking forward to soaking 'em up with more cum, spit and butt juice.

I almost came a couple times while fucking the sucker's face, but kept holding back. After awhile he got up off his knees, and I walked to the corner with the make-out man, and we began playing around. I was finding myself strangely more and more attracted to this guy. I say strangely because there was really nothing that special about him. Blond. Blue. Smooth. That was it. He had a nice cock with a big head, but nothing extraordinary. And his body was 100% average.

I sat down and took his cock in my mouth. I could taste the cocksucker's spit which was sleezingly hot. While blowing make-out man I reached around and began massaging his ass cheeks, then pulled on his hips to get his cock all the way down my throat. After some pumping, I slowly pulled his briefs down exposing his ass to our newly formed audience of drooling goons stroking their dicks. I traced my finger along his ass-crack, then began holing him. His moaning told me he liked it. I stopped sucking long enough to ask if he wanted to get fucked. He said yes. Conveniently there was a chair behind us. He bent over, stabilizing himself on the arms, and I began eating his ass out hard.

I had to fuck this, so I went to get condoms and lube, and when I came back, he was still there, but seemed uninterested. I pulled him up, and we walked over to another corner where we made out a bit, then he said he was going to take a break. Guess the interest had flown on by. On my end too.

I decided to take a walk around, and then noticed this hot little number with an amazing bubble butt. He was a short kid with a smooth bod, very dark hair and a nice clean beard. He came over to me, rubbed my chest, and I stuck my tongue down his throat. I pulled him over to another chair, sat him down, pulled out my cock and fucked his face.

I pulled out to kiss him some more.


Then it was time for a break. We sat and shot the shit for a little bit. Formally introduced ourselves, made out some more, then decided to fuck. He said that he gets performance anxiety, so we ditched the party and went to my place.

We got undressed as soon as we walked in. We began making out in the living room, then I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom where I flopped him on the bed, turned him around onto his stomach, pulled up his hips and buried my face in his hole. He was grinding his plump ass while I stuck my tongue deeper and deeper inside his hole. I wanted to feel him, so I took my middle finger and slowly pushed it in. He was VERY tight. I could feel him opening up and squeezing back down. My cock was getting jealous for attention, so I decided it was time to let him have a taste. He could tell I was ready for the fuck, and quickly got up to grab his poppers.

Out came the lube. I flipped him onto his back, and juiced up his hole and my rod, primed for a fuck. I held his left leg up high enough so that his ass was JUST raised off the bed, and dug my cock inside him. He had a little smile mixed with a wince. He reached for his poppers, took a big whiff, and invited my cock deeper and deeper into his hole. I stayed there for a bit, allowing him to get used to my shaft, then began to gently rock back and forth. I could feel that he was getting used to it, so picked up the speed a little ... then a little bit more. Now I was in a steady rhythm, but nothing vicious (which is how I often like it).

I went down and kissed him while my bone was rocking his ass back and forth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him up while I rolled onto my back, all the while planted inside his tight ass. He rode my cock hard and fast. Grinding his ass into my pelvis. I wish I could've seen it from behind.


He began the pre-cum breathing, and I knew he was going to shoot it. And he did...all over my face. I came at the same time.

We lied around a bit, he got dressed and, before leaving, left me his number. He was cute. I'd see him again.

I was beat. Sat down, watched the Oscars and had a nice night...then went to bed.

BUT

Before bed I sniffed around online, and found a guy that I'd met before, but never hooked with. He lived close to me, so I invited him over under the condition that he'd have to sleep over. :)

He came, and we immediately went to the bedroom and went at it. It was very similar to the pre-Oscar fuck, so I don't need to bore you with the same details. Then guys even looked alike. The fuck ended the same way, only this dude shot SO much cum. It went all over my face, in my eyes, my mouth, my hair. It was comical.

I grabbed a tissue only to rub the cum out of my eyes, but left the rest of his juice where it was. We rolled over and went to sleep, soaked in cum.

Yummmmmmmmm

This morning, I was crisp with dried jizz.

Lame Fuck

Sorry guys, I don't have good things to report about the twink fuck from Thursday night.

I came home after the gym, and wasn't feeling all that horny. I feared that it wasn't a good idea to have a hook up because of that minor issue, but just decided that since it was scheduled, I'd follow through. Plus, I know he was looking forward to it.

He came over, and we hung out a bit on the couch watching TV and catching up. He's still in school, so we talked about what he's doing now, what's next, etc. A smart guy with a cute "cocky" attitude. He reminded me of myself, both when I was in school, and even a little bit now. I'm not a cocky asshole, but know that I got "it."

I still wasn't feeling boned up. It had nothing to do with him, just was tired and didn't have the urge to pig out and fuck around. Again, in retrospect, I should've just explained that to him, and called it quits, but I didn't. I didn't want to disappoint him.


So instead, I disappointed myself.

We made out, went to the bedroom, rolled around, i fucked his face, ate his clean smooth ass and blew his big thick cock. He was totally into it, moaning and groaning, and asking for more and more, harder and harder. I began jerking his cock, and he said he was about to cum. I could hear it and feel it. I took him to the point, then let go. He controlled himself, and didn't let loose which I thought was hot. I did it again. Once more. Then I blew and jerked him and let it fly.

I could feel 4 hard shots of spunk hit my tongue, splash the roof of my mouth, then ooze down my throat. It didn't have much of a taste...just a little salty.


I laid back and had him suck my dick...then blew my load.

We talked earlier about spending the night together, but it needless to say, the vibe (my vibe) was clearly not feeling it. So he got dressed, head out and I went to bed.

I'm still not horned up, but still looking around for ass before I meet some friends out for drinks.

5-hours from now

I have a plan to meet up with a kid tonight that I hooked with a couple weeks ago. He's about 21-years old, and is coming over right after his "internship" (right on). A hot little number, with a tight body, great ass and nice thick, long juicy cock.

It should be fun.

When we first met, he said he was a top, and into hot aggressive play. But when we were playing he said he wanted me to pound him hard. I'm sure the latter will happen tonight...or at least I hope.


I was invited to go fuck a guy after work (he lives near my office), but I think I'll save myself for the kid.

Long weekend

Two groups and an ass.

I get nervous writing about groups because who knows if a reader was there. Oh well...I guess that's the risk I've chosen to take by documenting my sexcapades. If you were there...let me know, but unfortunately, I thought both were lame.

The first was set up to be a party for younger guys who were into WS. I was told that the guys who had RSVP'd as coming were carefully screened, and were all in their 20's/early 30's. I caught some of their profiles online, and they all looked cute, so I was looking forward to it.

I got there, and sensed a strange vibe. Not negative, just odd. The lights were way too bright, two little twinky boys were just sort of hanging out in the living room while two others were fucking in the bedroom.


Of the two in the living room, one seemed cool but the other came across as an arrogant fuck. He had a decent body and a nice ass, but sort of a busted face. I mean, I guess if you were to see him on the street you might think he was cute, but his arrogance made him completely unattractive.

The two guys in the bedroom finished their fucking and came into the living room. One was a nauseating queen who was drinking a 22oz of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I mean, COME ON!

Needless to say, I wasn't really feeling it, so I left. I was happy that I went with my gut, and decided to leave instead of trying to wait for it to "work out."

The host emailed me the next day and apologized for the situation. He said the arrogant fuck was kicked out shortly after I left.

The next group was a bunch of young guys - around my age...I'm still considered young - but again, a lot of attitude. Some seemed nice, but there was something uncomfortable about it. They had porn playing, but it kept going on and off, and some of the guys would laugh and make jokes about it. There was just an air of immaturity that sort of took the hotness/sexiness out of it. I couldn't stay hard and my only thought was "I want to leave." I felt really inferior, which is not normal for me, especially since I was one of the better looking guys there. I was confused and self-conscious and just wanted to blow my load and leave.

I'm not a huge "cummer," but heard that there are vitamins that can increase the amount you shoot. If anyone knows what these are, or knows of another way to increase your load, please share.

I did not surprise myself on this day. So immediately after I came an OK amount, I got dressed and left. That was that.


The final lay was Monday morning (there was someone who came over quickly on Saturday, but it wasn't a good connection. We just blew each other, and I came in his mouth). I was at a party on Sunday night where I did a hit of ecstasy. When I got home, I was still rolling and wanted to fuck around. Conveniently, I got an SMS from a guy that I hooked up with a couple of years ago (he no longer lives in NYC, but was here this weekend). So I called him up and invited him over.

He wasn't as cute as I remember, but cute enough. We began making out right away. I picked him up (literally) and took him into the bedroom. He's a REALLY tall guy, so it wasn't so easy maneuvering him in there, but I did it, threw him on the bed and we went at it like two sex crazed maniacs. His kisses were nice and deep. We went from aggressive to soft and back again. I was on top and at one point spit a huge loogey on his face. I yanked off his briefs, flipped him onto his stomach, pulled his ass up and stuck my tongue deep into his hole. He was LOVING this. I told him to play with his hole and get it ready for my rod. While he was doing that, I grabbed the Gun Oil and rubbed some outside of his ass, and inside his hole. He continued playing with his smooth butt and I lubed up my cock. I wasn't going to let him adjust to my cock, so pulled his hands away from his ass and plowed into him hard. It was a surge that he wasn't expecting, but clearly enjoyed (even though I'm sure there was some pain).

I fucked him from behind fast and slow, then lied on top of him and rolled onto our side, staying insude him the entire time.

I pulled out, and - FUCK - there was shit on the tip of my dick. I went to the bathroom and washed it off. Figuring it out, he came in and asked to shower off. I obliged.

After cleaning off, he met me in the bedroom, and we got back into it. I wanted to fuck him more, but decided to wear a condom. After a bit of fucking him on his back, he shot his load. It wasn't really a "shot," but rather an "ooze." It just clumped out of his cock.

My ecstasy did not allow me to cum, so I just turned him over, spooned and went to sleep.

Pale yellow

I chatted up with a guy on the .net the other day who was in town on business, and he asked if I was into WS at all. I said that it could sometimes be very hot, and that I'm always open to it. He sent me some pics, and looked good...in his mid 40s, nice body, nice cock, didn't party and only played safe. That got me more interested because I worry about what a lot of these "pigs" are carrying around with them. And since drugs are highly concentrated in piss, I rarely like to get into WS with guys who have been partying.

Later that night, while on my way home from dinner and drinks with friends, I gave him a ring to see if he wanted to meet up. He was just about to turn in for the night, but invited me over. I assured him that I'd had a lot of beer, so we'd have a nice piss session.


I got to his room, and he was pretty cute. we began making out, and he asked me to strip down. I said, "If I'm doing it, you're doing it, bro." And he did. He had a nice body for someone his age. Smooth and toned. We were standing there shirtless, rubbing each other's bodies and sharing soft, wet kisses. I reached down massaged his dick under his jeans, and could feel it inflating in his briefs. He began to do the same to me, then unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down, flopped my cock out of my briefs and began blowing me. It felt good. I knew he was into cockrings and leather, so asked if he had any around. He didn't have his chaps, and only had the one cockring that he was wearing. I pushed his head back onto my prick and fucked his face.

After some good head, I pulled him up and returned the favor. When I took out his cock, he immediately removed his cockring and offered it to me. That was really cool of him. I wanted to wear it, so pulled up off of his dick for a second while I buttoned the leather band around my balls and shaft.


Ahhhhh. It felt good. I stroked my cock while deep throating his. He had a nice thick, meaty piece with smooth balls. There was no sign of razor burn, so I asked if he shaved or was naturally smooth down there. He said the latter. Pretty cool.

I threw him on the bed and continued our making out. I was feeling bloated from dinner and all the beer I had had, so felt like I was going to get a cramp from all of the rolling around. I asked if he wanted to retire into the bathroom so I could let loose, and he obliged.

He got into the tub, and I positioned myself on the rim. Normally it takes me a couple of minutes to get comfortable and relaxed enough to let the stream flow, but this time it didn't take too long. I had to go so badly that it poured out of my cock in a thick, hard stream that when straight in his mouth and down his throat. It seemed like he was drinking it, but then spit some out and said that it was a little too strong. I guess I didn't drink enough water. I pulled back for just a second, then let it rip again. I covered him in my warm water. In his hair. All over his face. In his mouth. Down his back. It was awesome. I hadn't pissed that much since high school when I used to drink 40oz bottles of Malt Liquor!

I got into the tub, and kissed him. He wanted to shower which sort of bummed me out a little bit because I liked the idea of making out while covered in piss.



So he turned the shower on and we washed each other off. Once we were toweled dry, we got back on the bed and each jacked off a load. I still had his cockring on, so I blew out a strong load. He shot a nice one too...it didn't taste bad either.

Saturday whore

I had three guys on Saturday. The first was a dude who has wanted me for weeks. We talked about how we both enjoyed some nice pig sex (piss, spit, etc.), and had some time that day, so decided to meet. He wanted me to come in and find him in his bed with a hood on his head. I didn't really think anything of this, not totally my scene, so felt that if he was into it, I'd go along.

I got to his place. Decent. Maybe I'm spoiled with my own place, which I think is nice, not huge, but almost every guy who comes over comments on it. WAIT A MINUTE...I didn't have three guys...I had FOUR.

OK, back to the story about the hooded lamo... His place was fine, although I didn't know which room was the bedroom. The first attempt proved incorrect. I guess I shoudl've taken that as my omen for what would lie ahead, but I stayed anyway.

Door #2 was it. I walked it and caught the Hooder face down on his bad. He was wearing a pair of dark blue, worn out briefs, and had what looked to be one of those navy blue felt bags that you get when you buy a pair of Prada shoes. I couldn't help but laugh at the site - this queen on his stomach eagerly awaiting my big prick going up his hole, with a felt Prada shoe bag on his noggin.

I was boned up, so ripped off his briefs, and went in for the chomp. He was being somewhat self-conscious about it, which I didn't understand. Then I pulled open his cheeks and saw a huge hemroid. Sorry guys, I know it's gross, but it was part of the hook. And it really was gross. But it's time like that when I then feel really bad for the guy. I mean, if I was in his position, when I knew that there was something that would be unappealing to a hook, I wouldn't do it. I had to assume that he knew because there was some protest to my opening up his hole.

Surprisingly, I was still able to get hard and just decided to fuck him. So I did. It was terrible, so I pulled out and faked an orgasm. He jerked a load out himself, and I split.

The next was a 20-year old film student who wanted to pig out. He called me and had a very sexy deep voice, so I invited him over. He was cute. Shorter than I usually like 'em, but fine. We made out, and got down to it. This was mostly a lot of making out, spitting, rough rolling around, sucking and cumming. No fucking.

He left and I plopped on the couch and began catching up on Tivo when the phone rang. Yet another guy that I'd spoken to in the past, but hadn't met. He said he was in the 'hood and asked if I wanted company. I told him that I JUST blew a load, but that he could come over so we could check each other out.

He was nothing special, but I knew that he was a piggy party boy, so I just grabbed his cock. It felt good through his jeans...I could feel a nice ball sack which was intriguing. I unbuttoned his fly and pulled it out. I was right. Huge balls that were clean shaven. His dick was also nice and thick. It tasted good, and was leaking a fine about of juice.

I looked at my watch and realized I had to get rolling to meet friends for dinner. So i just told him to blow my load, which he did...all over my briefs. I love that. I washed off my cock, changed clothes, and met up with my friends for a fun night of dinner and drinks.

My nightcap was a smoking guy with blue eyes and a nice tight body. He had been partying, but I didn't care. I was aching to fuck since I'd had three guys and didn't get to poke any of them.

So this dude is over, and admitted that he was pretty tweaked. He didn't seem it, so I didn't kick him out. We put on the porn, and just rolled around and blew each other. I was a little of an under-performer because I was sort of spent, but got it up enough to fuck him. He couldn't take much, so I only got to fuck him on his back. I realized it was only going to be making out and blowing, so I just blew my load, and asked him to do the same. Of course, since he was partying, he couldn't cum. After watching him jerk the fuck out of his cock for way too long, I just said, "dude, I gotta crash, and you're clearly not going to cum anytime soon." He was out.

Looking back on the day, I gotta say, there are worse ways of spending a Saturday.

Tonight, I'm supposed to meet up with a leather guy in his mid-40s. His pictures are awesome, just hope they're real.

Another round

I met up with the twink the other day, and had a nice time.

A couple of weeks ago he told me that he was deleting his .net profile, and walking away from the pnp scene. I was happy to hear that, and told him how proud I was of his decision. He made it clear that even though he was deleting his profile, he wanted to still see me. I was up for that since he was an adorable, nice guy.

We would message back and forth occasionally, talk about meeting up, but it never worked out. Then several days later, after he got "off" the .net, I was cruising around, and was surprised to find him online. He hit me up and that he was foolish to think that he could walk away from the entire scene so easily and suddenly. He told me that although he was sticking to his guns about not partying anymore, he didn't think it was realistic (or possible) to change his entire lifestyle, specifically sex, overnight. Admirable. I agree.


We continued chatting both online and over SMS. He said that he wasn't having much sex, and was happy about it. He liked the change.

The other night, I was out with my friends and got an SMS from him saying he was hanging with some friends in my 'hood. He asked if I wanted to meet up later, hang out and catch-up. I was up for it, so I sent him a message after my dinner and invited him to come over.

He came in, and looked great. Hair short, clean-cut and blazing blue eyes. I sort of forgot how cute it was. We hang out a little, watched some TV on my brand new television that had just been hung and began making out a little. I wanted to rub up his hard body and feel him sitting on top of me, so I got up and lead him to the bedroom. He had a mischievous sexy grin on his face, and I could tell he was psyched to get my cock inside of him.

We continued sucking face on my bed, as we ripped our clothes off. It went from tender and soft to hard and hot. I threw him on the bed and raised his legs. I wanted to eat him out, but knew that he probably wasn't that clean, so I just sucked on his nuts and blew him a little bit. I wanted to get off, so I sat up and rammed my cock into his mouth. He loved it and reached around my ass to pull me in deeper. I fucked his face a good while, then pulled out just long enough for him to ask me to play with his hole.


The time we hooked up before, right as I was going in to fuck him, he shot his load, then asked me to dump mine inside of him. Due to his life changes and his desire to play it safe in all senses, I had the condom out and was ONLY going to fuck him protected. So I rolled it on, and began rubbing the head up and over his hole. I added a little bit of lube, and pushed it in a little deeper, but he couldn't take it. He was having some intestinal issues that night that made it painful. That was totally cool...I wanted him to have fun. So I told him that it was OK, and that he could just blow me off, since he gives great head. He got me to the point, so I pulled out and spooged on his face. He sprayed over his chest at the same time.

We hung out a little after. There was a second I thought he might sleep over, but I wasn't sure if I wanted him to or not. I wasn't sure I was into having anyone stay over that night... He realized he had to go walk his dog, since his roommate wasn't home, so said he had to jet out. That was cool. I ended up getting a better night's sleep than I would've had he stayed.

When he left...I had the urge to get more ass, so I hopped online and ended up spending way too much time dealing with bullshit asshole after bullshit asshole culminating in my blowing a load, and going to sleep. Alone.

Last Chance for Valentine's Reservations

I'm dealing with drama at work, but took a second to check my personal email. The most recent item in my inbox is from OpenTable.com, with the subject line "Last Chance for Valentine's Reservations." I actually got a little bummed because, well, I don't have to worry about it. I realized that I haven't had to worry about a V-Day date since I was in 6th Grade and had just asked JW if she'd "go out with me." Apparently asking someone to "go out" with you meant that you were officially dating.

I confuse myself. I've been turned off by the idea of having a boyfriend because I don't want to feel strapped down. The only sort of relationship I could imagine having would be an "open" one. I just think that I'd get bored with the same guy day after day, night after night. But I fear that that way of thinking won't lead to a successful relationship and is a bit depressing. I'm sure I've written about this in the past (can't find which post, and don't really want to look)...but today's email from OpenTable made me think of it again...perhaps more seriously.

OK...now I'm going to get deep...and I'll try to keep it as short as possible. It's a story about a guy I met this summer that I felt more for than anyone in the past. It made me believe that there was I possessed perhaps the slightest possibility of walking into a potential relationship with a bit of optimism about being capable of monogamy. If you want to hear about my boning the fuck out of a hot piece of ass, then blowing a huge load all over his face or down his throat...then wait for my next post. This one will be an utter disappointment.


This summer, I met a guy at the beach who swept me off my feet. I know, it sounds so disgustingly sugary, but it's true. This had never happened before, so I didn't know what was going on, other than I was more enthusiastic and excited about this guy than I've ever been about anyone before. We spent that entire night together, but didn't have sex, just chilled, talked and made-out. It was unique for me, and amazing. We met up and hung out the next day on the beach swimming and laughing. I was becoming more and more smitten by the minute.

Later that day, at dinner with my friends, I talked about him, and immediately everyone at the table said "stay away, he's a prick." I didn't see it, but of course, friends know best.


We went out later that week, and had a great time. The only "playing" that went on was some making out after dinner. We scheduled our second date for the following week. Again, we had a fantastic time. Unfortunately that second date (in mid-July) was the last time we "saw" each other. He just sort of vanished. Several weeks later, over Labor Day weekend, I bumped into him at the beach. He was high and told me I looked "beautiful." As much as I wanted to jump his bones and spend another night with him on the beach, I restrained myself, said "thanks," rolled my eyes, and continued talking with my friends.

Up until last week, I hadn't seen him once, nor have I stopped thinking about him, really. I was late meeting friends, and passed him on the street. I decided to stop and have a short bullshit chat, after which I was on my way. I didn't really feel anything, which made me happy, but also confused. I immediately called a few friends who've listened to me kvetch over the past several months, and told them how I'd just seen him, and that I didn't get all worked up. I was proud of myself.

However, at dinner, I couldn't stop thinking about him. There's some psycho term that relates to suppressing feelings through denial which then eventually resurfaces and can be much more painful than if you'd initially dealt with them (I understand that many people experience this from abuse they suffered as kids). I still haven't crashed, and really don't think I will.


The next day, I sent a short email saying it was nice to see him, and explained that I was late to a dinner, thus my rushing off. He didn't respond. Surprisingly, I sort of forgot about the email, which also made me think I was getting over him/it. In the past, I would've checked my Blackberry every minute, waiting for a reply, but I didn't. Who knows if I'm really over him, or not, but it seems like I'm getting closer and closer to that point.

Valentine's Day reminds all of the single people in the world that we ARE single. Are we truly happy to be single? If so, why?

Flushed

It's been fucking cold in this city, as everyone on the East Coast knows. But that didn't stop me from looking for ass. Before I went into the office at the end of last week, I checked onto Craigslist to see what was being offered, and noticed a post from someone looking for pre-work fun (as most people do in the AM). His ad said he was 42, but his pictured showed off a ripped body including an ice cold six-pack.

We exchanged a few emails...you know the typical, "What are you into?" "Where are you?" "Looking for?" etc... He said he wanted to play, roll around, wasn't really up for fucking because of the limited amount of time, but wanted to blow a big load. He said he was a "HUGE shooter."

I thought that would be a fun time, so made a plan to get together later that night, since I was running out of time in the morning.

I got to his place, and he was older than his pictures portrayed, but not too bad. His place was nice, but had a somewhat uncomfortable stale feeling...clean, but sort of claustrophobic. It was one of those huge post-war buildings with popcorn ceilings and cookie cutter windows. No personality. It was OK, just rubbed me the wrong way. He offered me a drink which I gladly accepted.

After one sip, I realized I didn't want to chit-chat, just wanted to see him shoot out a huge load, so I went in for the kiss while pulling him up so that we were both standing. I ripped off my shirt, and did the same to him.


We went into the bedroom, where I began to blow his average and smoothly shaven prick. It got tasty-hard and felt good sliding down my throat. I wanted him to be more aggressive that he was, so I grabbed onto his ass cheeks and rammed him in and out of my mouth. He finally got the point, and began doing it on his own, but not as hard as I wanted.

I got him on the bed with me, and continued to blow him...going for the goal of seeing him unload all over my face and chest. I asked him if he was close, and he said he was. He said he knew this was going to be a big load. "because you're so hot." He started panting, and then, he shot. He shot a LOT. It spewed out of him in hard spurts that flew into my mouth, all over my chin and drenched the hair on my chest. I grabbed a big wad of his wad and used it to jerk out my load.



I had about 15 minutes to shower, get my suit on and meet up with friends for dinner. They asked if I'd just been at the gym, "your cheeks are so flushed."

Snake

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