When I was twenty years old, I worked for about a year in a filling station in Philadelphia. I worked with a guy about my age. His name was Bud and I really liked him, but I knew he was straight. He was always talking about girls and how he loved the smell of pussy so much that just he could almost get off just thinking about it. I had just come out about a year earlier but I kind of went along with him and didn't let on that I was gay.
We often worked on cars together but one particular day, we got really involved in a difficult transmission repair. We had been working the whole afternoon when Bud suddenly said "Piss Break." I realized then that I really had to go badly myself so I followed him into the toilet. We both had dirty blue coveralls on so we both zipped down and let it fly. Because I have a really long foreskin, I always strip it back so as not to splatter all over the place and I sure didn't think Bud would enjoy being pissed on. I was somewhat surprised to see that I had built up quite a secretion of dick cheese, and the smell was obvious. I was about half finished pissing when I noticed Bud had a huge erection. Now I had never seen his prick before and I sure didn't expect to see it hard. The damn thing looked like it was about to pop the skin. The tight foreskin ballooned over his big head with just the gapping red pisshole showing. A final blast of piss shot out, bouncing on the urinal and splattering all over the place.
"Dude, I didn't know you were gay," I said, "but it's okay."
"Hey, I'm not gay, I swear to god," he said, "it's just that smell reminds me of pussy. I get cheese once in a while, but never like that. Damn dude, that smell turns me on."
At a loss for words, I didn't know what to say. By now I had sprung an enormous hardon myself. I began capping and uncapping my prickhead and each time I sent out a fresh whiff of my uncut smell. My precum started to mingle with my cheese whipping up a frothy mixture that totally reeked of uncutness.
"Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!" he cried, "I'm gonna cum!"
I sank to my knees and barely covered his engorged cockhead when I felt blast after blast of his hot love juice plummet my tonsils. I gagged briefly and coughed up a huge glob of his cum before deep thoating him and milking him of every last tasty drop. I tasted his cheese then too as his snug foreskin retracted. In silence he let me thoroughly clean his beautiful prink before gently pushing me away and plopping it back into his coveralls.
"Dude, I didn't know you were gay," he said, "but it's okay. You can blow me any time as long as you smell like pussy."
"Asshole," I said, "next time I'm gonna stick my cheesy fucker right in your face."
"That's okay, but I ain't gay and I ain't gonna eat that fucker."
Needless to say, after that we always pissed together, but he never did go any farther except that I noticed that he started looking at my prick as I whipped up a cheesy froth and that seemed to be what triggered his orgasm. As soon as I figured that out, I found a way of prolonging our encounter. As soon as he started to moan, I'd cover my prick with my hands and pull away. I'd then ask if I could see his cheese. He'd tug at his snug foreskin until it snapped back and chocked his plum-red prickhead. He never did have much cheese though, but I could still smell his uncutness. Then I'd start whipping my prick again until he was close, just to cut him off again. Sometimes, I'd do this three or four times before he totally lost it. But then, whoa! what a reward! He'd dump a cumload that I didn't think any human being had it within him. One time I counted fifteen complete pulsations. Damn near chocked me.
And that's how I learned to get more cum out of him.