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This is a fictional account of unprotected sex in a long term relationship. Please be aware of the risks you are taking when you engage in sexual activity and take the necessary steps to protect you and yours.
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After dinner that evening, Jack and I had decided to spend some time watching some TV together on the couch. Neither of us ever really relaxed that way, so this was a welcome change from the usual chaos. Even still, it was only about halfway through the first show that my mind started drifting, and my body started reacting. His body pressed into mine on the couch was part of it, but I think it also must have been a desire or need to be closer together. We'd been physically together before, of course, but the desire for the connection, the sharing, only grew stronger.
He started picking up on it when my hand moved to his leg, sliding gently up to his hip. His weight pressed harder into me, with a contented sigh, as I felt his contours under his shorts, distending with his increasing arousal. Sliding my hand up under his shirt, my palm gently pressed into his chest, feeling it touching, connected, as I slid up to his nipples. His gentle kiss on my lips confirmed that I'd fully taken his attention from whatever was on the tv. My tongue sliding between his lips answered his question as it entangled with his tongue.
One hand around his body, I slid my hand down chest to the waistband of his shorts. Briefly pausing to consider my approach, I slid under one waistband and the other, knowing I didn't want to wait. Down to cup his balls, feeling them in my palm, and then sliding to his shaft tight beneath his pants, I rested my head on his shoulder. Not wanting to take my hand away, I whispered my command: "take them off", as he quickly undid his pants, and revealed his arousal to me, ensconced with in my hand. I slowly slid the skin of his shaft up his head, now glistening moist with precum. Licking my lips, I contemplated my options, and decided to keep stroking his shaft, making certain to keep from rubbing anything raw.
My other hand found his on the side of his body, and grasped it, fingers intertwined. I leaned up and spit some lubricating saliva on his shaft, and immediately my hand slid rather than grasped, his head disappearing under my hand on the glistening first stroke. Stringy precum mixed with saliva as I kept stroking with enough pressure on his head for him to feel it. I wasn't completely sure if I'd need more saliva, but I backed off a bit as his head flared red with arousal. I knew him, his body well enough, to know where to keep him at the edge. More saliva, and more stroking, though, and his head flared red again. This time, though, I wasn't stopping.
Hands entwined, and my head on his shoulder, I felt the warmth of his skin pressing against mine. Gazing down his chest, I saw the parts of his body that other people see, and then the more private parts. His shaft rigid under my sliding grasp, and glistening with shared fluids. Pulsing slightly in my grasp, his chest flushed and his cock darkened to a deeper furious purple. Raising my head just long enough for a glance into his eyes and a brief kiss, I whispered "Fight it for me... I'll make you cum anyway, and that'll make it stronger", as I settled back down to watch.
A thin quick squirt of precum was the last sign before he clenched my hand in his almost painfully hard, and bucked against his orgasm. His audibly loud moan was accompanied by a ropy squirt of semen that hit his chin and then weakened its squirt down the front of his chest. And then another, and another, and more salty sweet ejaculations onto his body, dribbling across his chest towards mine. Stroking and massaging his cock for what must've been a minute, I prolonged his orgasm as long as he was able to stand it, until he settled down into a relaxed post-orgasmic stupor.
A minute or two later, I gathered some of the cum from his chest onto my fingers and hand. Salty and slick with his whiteness, I took my hand to my own hard shaft, and slid his juices over myself. His hand still in mine, he watched in his relaxed state as I brought myself to my own orgasm using the same hand I'd used to bring himself to his. My own squirts shot out desperately onto his body and mine, his shaft and mine, as I masturbated myself for him. Settling down after, we both drifted off to sleep, movie playing away, unwatched and ignored.