FROM CHAPTER 6
Damn it. Once again we didn't have a plan. Will we ever learn?!
I thought I could let him cum on my face again but it would take too long to clean up and we had class soon. He can't cum on these jocks because then someone might know we were in here.
I took a deep breath and turned around, kneeling below his huge, spit covered man cock -- soon to explode.
I spread my t-shirt out before him, signaling that he could bust all over it and then I would fold it up and put it in my bag. Better mine than Jared's. I still had my regular shirt (although the inside was covered in my dried cum from this morning). Still it would make my bro happy and no harm done.
Jared didn't cum all over my shirt.
No, instead when I opened my mouth to tell him to cum on my shirt, he shoved half his cock into my mouth.
"Best friends forever." Jared moaned. His balls tensed up, his cock swelled...
CHAPTER 7: PARK
I looked up making intense eye contact with Jared. He stared back - seeing into my soul. It was the most erotic and intimate moment of my life.
I was sweaty, sticky with cum, my eyes bloodshot as Hell from his previous load and Jared just looked at me for a hard moment. Then he closed his eyes, moaned, "Best friends forever."
His balls tensed up pulling away from my chin. His cock swelled in my mouth. His left hand moved from my shoulder to the side of my neck - his thumb resting on my earlobe.
Warm salty-sweet rocketed into my throat. Shot after shot (12 to be precise) Jared blew his load into the back of my mouth. What a stud to have a load that big when he had just cum.
I coughed, choking on the vast quantity of liquid. Jared used his left hand to hold my head on his cock - no letting it out for me. Then he used his thumb to rub the side of my throat, relaxing my jaw a little. You can guess what happened next.
Jared opened his eyes and once again, stared into my cummy, bloodshot eyes. I gagged but the more Jared massaged my neck with his thumb, the easier it became for me to open up and swallow his man juice. I got lost in the intensity of his stare -- the two of us experiencing whatever bond was building between us as he helped me consume his cum for the first time.
It was the first time I'd ever consumed cum and I'd guess the first time someone ate Jared's for him.
My cock was on fire. Jockstrap or not, if I so much as rubbed it on the floor right now, I'd bust. My balls hurt from how horny I was and my skin tingled from the excitement of getting to cum soon. I was about to give myself the best orgasm of my life.
The bell rang -- interrupting the moment.
By that point, Jared's load was completely swallowed and on its way to my stomach. He released my neck and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I reluctantly let his beautiful dick fall out of my mouth.
Jared's expression shifted back to his usual, happy-go-lucky state.
He reached down and helped me stand up. Then lifted my arms up above my head and double high-fived me.
He gave me his perfect smile like we had just won a race together. Something normal.
I was flustered. Did Jared know I was gay for him now? Did I do something wrong? After all, I just wanted to make sure he had a place to cum.
"Jared, I'm so sorry. I was going to let you cum on my shirt but when I went to tell you, you must've fallen forward into my mouth. I didn't mean--"
Jared patted me on the side of my face like I was a kid. "Rae, relax buddy. What happened felt awesome, so no harm, no foul."
"I'm glad but I just don't want you to think--"
"Dude, it's all good. So your bro's baby batter is inside you." he shrugged while smacking my abs a bit. "So what? I'm okay with it. You just did it to help your buddy out, right?"
"Uh, yeah. I mean of course." I stopped myself before I said anything more -- afraid of what I might admit.
"Then we are all good. Honestly, I think you scored some friend points. What a clever way to not make a mess when you're helping your bro get his rocks off."
Phew. Jared patted me on the side of my face again reassuringly.
"I just don't want you to think I'm gay or anything. You know?" I said, finally feeling vulnerable enough to share my fears with him.
"Nah dude. I don't think that."
"Cool, cool."
"You just did me a solid. And it's not like you're going to jerk off anytime soon. Right?"
"What's anytime soon?" I said, afraid of Jared's answer.
"Well I know you're all into the public of it and what not, so that explains why you've still got that boner. I just think after your mouth being stuffed with my cock and your belly filled with my hot, fucking load, that it would be weird for you to jack off for at least the rest of the day."
"Oh. Yeah."
"I'm sure by tomorrow morning your brain will erase seeing my dick up close and personal. Until then, I can't imagine you'll get through a jack off session without losing your boner as thoughts of your best bro, sweaty and cumming would flood your head making it impossible for any guy to bust."
My balls hurt so bad. His words were supposed to deter me but instead I was just more turned on by the thought of reliving everything that had just happened. The two loads Jared served me, seeing him orgasm and the taste of his manhood in my mouth.
The pain in my nuts was unbearable. My eyes watered -- both from Jared's earlier cum and my horniness.
"You're right." I said reluctantly.
"Of course I am, bro." Jared said supportively. "No reason to cry about it. I'm sure you can hold out until tomorrow to empty your sperm canon. Try to focus on something else."
Jared squeezed my balls and I yelped. Thank goddess he did it hard enough to be painful or I might have cum. Of course I wanted to but I was so afraid he would assume I'm gay if I did.
Also, we must discuss the fact that Jared touched my balls. So fucking hot and a feeling I'll remember, despite the pain, for the rest of my life. Although, I hope it isn't the last time he grabs them.
Jared let go of me and put his clothes back on. My shorts were still in the locker room so I just sat there with my bare ass out, waiting for him to compose himself.
Jared unlocked the door to the laundry room and headed back into the locker area. I cautiously followed looking around to make sure none of our classmates had remained after the bell.
We went to our lockers and I started pulling my normal school clothes from my bag. Jared did the same.
"Oh shit. I almost forgot," I said, and went hunting for my discarded gym shorts.
A couple moments later, Jared was mostly dressed again except for his shirt. Luckily I found my shorts under a bench near the locker Jeff always used.
I headed back to my locker and right as I was about to round the corner of the locker, I heard Jared say, "Thanks Coach for letting Rae help me out. My leg feels much better."
"Not a problem, champ. See you tomorrow." Coach replied.
I stayed still hoping Coach was going to leave a different way. Instead, Coach rounded the corner of the lockers and walked right up to me. He patted me on the arm and said, "Great work taking care of our star athlete."
"Anytime," I managed to say despite how embarrassed I was to be seen by him in this jockstrap. I prayed he didn't look at it close enough to see the wet cum making its way through the front of the fabric and way too late, tried to cover my front with my shorts.
Coach walked away. It occurred to me that he's probably seen many of his students in jockstraps, so maybe I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I guess I'm not used to dudes seeing my ass hanging out like this.
I came back to my locker and got dressed. Since Jared was done already he just watched me. I turned away from him to slip on my jeans as I didn't want him to see that I still had a hard-on. Plus he'd seen my ass so much now, so I figured it wasn't a big deal.
"Put your shorts in here," Jared said, gesturing to his open locker. "That way you won't get anything on your books."
I nodded and did as he said. After dropping them in his locker, I wiped my hand on my gym shirt and then stuffed it back into my school bag.
"Any chance of me getting another pair of my undies for tomorrow?" I asked Jared, hopefully.
"Nah. You can just wear the jockstrap again. In fact, I dare you to wear it the rest of the week."
"Okay." I said, a little defeated, a little disgusted by them being Jeff's and a little turned on at the thought of wearing another dude's dirty underwear. When I did get to jerk off tomorrow, I was gonna enjoy their scent, Jeff's or not.
Haha -- wow. The locker room was really helping me embrace all the gayness of me.
Both properly dressed, Jared and I grabbed our school satchels and then headed out to our next classes.
I was a mess the rest of the week.
Despite my best laid plans, I woke up too late to jerk off before school the next day and everyone after that. Fortunately, Jared left me alone on the bus. Though he did make me undo my jeans each day to show him I was wearing the jock strap.
This happened on the public bus each morning. I'd look around to make sure no one was watching and then pull down my jeans to show Jared my ass in the jockstrap. Then as soon as he was satisfied, I'd pull them back up and we'd go on like normal.
The bus driver always looked at me weirdly when I got on and off the bus. As if he knew something I didn't. But he never said anything, so I left it alone.
At night, I would get home and have my school work to do, go on a run and then have an awkward dinner with my dad and his blonde bimbo.
After dinner, Jared and I chatted into the late hours -- until one of us fell asleep, usually me.
Bottom line -- I hadn't cum since the locker room. In fact, I hadn't jerked off since Monday on the bus. Fuck my life.
Four days in a state of perpetual horniness is a lot for a guy. I did my best to distract myself from anything that made me think about sex. It was hard because Jared and I still hung out a lot. We even ran together, often me in front so he could watch my form and give me pointers on my progression.
My horny monster was no less alert. By Friday, the monster and I had come to terms with a co-habitation of my body. I hadn't cum so it had grown stronger every day and I'm sure, awaited the moment when I could finally release my seed.
Jared asked everyday if I had jerked off, making sure to keep tabs on me. I wasn't lying about not jerking it, and Jared was pleased with this and often praised me for it. Along with his usual friendly butt play anytime we were around each other. It made me happy that Jared had become so comfortable touching me and playing with my ass. I knew it was a sign of how Jared felt about me and our friendship. After all, I had swallowed his load.
I had dreams about it almost every night -- though never a wet dream. Jared's cock right in my face drowning me in his cum, over and over. It tasted amazing in my head, like choking on liquid salted caramel.
Friday afternoon, I was in the home stretch. My dad was going to be away for the weekend, Jared had a game that evening and I would have the house and most importantly, my dick all to myself. I thought about shooting my load every five minutes throughout the day in anticipation for my long overdue release to start my weekend.
End of classes, I got on the bus, saluting Jared and wishing him a good footie game. I hoped Jared would get me into shape so I could join the team. Then we'd get to hang even more than we did now.
The two of us planned to hang out at my place on Saturday, at which point, Jared would finally give me some of my underwear back and I could stop wearing Jeff's jock strap.
The bus ride seemed to drag on more so than usual, but soon enough, we were at my stop. I got off the bus, the driver winking at me as I exited. What is his deal?
I got inside my house, dropped my keys and bag near the door. I went to my room and quickly changed into my running gear. I thought I should get a run in before my all night wank fest.
I pulled the mesh shorts up over the jockstrap -- my dick already straining and leaking. I pulled on a dark blue tee and laced up my trainers, then headed out on my run.
My thoughts wandered as I reached the park and started my proper stride. A nice side effect of staying horny all week is that I was running faster than ever.
Kind of made me wonder if Olympic runners waited until after the metal ceremony to blow their loads -- their tight uniforms straining as they finally released their beasts.
Wow, I've got to stop thinking about dudes. I'm so fucking gay now. All I think about day and night is fucking dick in my face.
Ever since Monday's locker room episode, the idea of a big cock in my face seems cool somehow. Please don't judge me, it's just that there is something about a big fuckstick, slapping me around and getting close to busting a load. Even the idea of someone else's cum, especially Jared's, didn't scare me anymore. At least it wouldn't be my own.
Yeah, as turned on as I was by the bus incident, the idea of having my own cum on me or worse, on my tongue was so gross. Not in the way it tastes but more how humiliating it is to think of your own sperm swimming all over and in you.
Gotta finish my run before my brain goes any more down these gay rabbit holes.
I made my way up the path to the ridge that overlooked the rest of the park. It was more peaceful to me as fewer people ever came up this way, meaning I got to be alone. By this point I was running with a full on boner strapped down in my shorts by the jockstrap.
Love this ridge -- It's where I go when I want a break. It's a bit of an effort to get up there but once there, you can see most of the valley and forest below. And my new neighborhood in the distance. It's one of the few places I've found in this new town that makes me feel peaceful. A place I can be myself. Just a small patch of trees with a huge cliff in front of it - away from everyone else.
A lot of times in the last couple weeks, I've come up here to get away from my gay thoughts, studies, asshole classmates and stupid dad. If any place would give me a break from all my horniness, this will be it. Just the natural world and me.
As I neared the peak of the forest covered hill--
"Well look who it is." said the unmistakable voice of Jeff.
I turned around to find him jogging up behind me. Fuck off!
I was at first afraid -- despite my short time in town Jeff had bullied me from the get go. But as he closed in on me in this deserted part of the park, my fear was replaced by something else -- lust.
Now again, please don't judge me, but after all, I'm a teenager who hasn't jacked off in 4 days. 4 days! Jeff is a good looking dude. Even straight guys could appreciate his muscular, toned frame. His brown hair was slightly wet with sweat which gave him a freshly worked-out vibe. His skin glistened with sweat -- the same sweat that made parts of his white, baseball tee cling to parts of his upper body. Particularly his well defined pecs.
His shirt was fitted which gave you a great impression of his abs through the white, almost see-through fabric. His jogging looked effortless as his perfect specimen legs carried his body along the path like sex in shoes arriving at my destination. A small backpack hung on his back, the cord straps cutting into his brilliant arms.
The best part (and yes I know how gay I sound all the time now) is his running shorts. You see, Jeff was one of those brave athletes that wore slim fit, cotton shorts. Unlike Jared and my own mess shorts that had the built in underwear inside of them to hold you in place, Jeff relied on whatever underwear he was wearing to keep his package in check.
And today, I'd be willing to bet Jeff was wearing boxer briefs or less because as he approached me, I experienced the pendulous movement of his rather large package, moving in sync to his legs. He might have been half hard or maybe he was a shower -- my estimate was that it was 6 inches (at least!) before boner.
Jeff stared me down as he stopped a few feet from me. I was afraid he would do something violent. But also, the horny monster inside of me was waking up again. There was a sweat soaked Greek god of a man in front of me and my gay thoughts were racing.
Jared used the base of his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his eyes, giving me a great view of his washboard abs and the beginning of his happy trail. I also noticed the Calvin Klein logo peeking out from his waistband -- I was right, boxer briefs. Hot! And also one of the worst types to run in. It's as if he liked people to see his cock flapping about.
"What up, Rae?" Jeff said with a condescending tone. He brought his shirt down from his face, but kept it halfway up so I still had a clear view of his stomach. I think he was doing this to distract me, because I was definitely distracted.
"Hey, Jeff." I muttered.
"What a coincidence, us both out for a run today," he replied.
His gaze was intense and I felt myself shrink a little in his presence. I was having trouble not looking at his package, just like with Jared. I felt ashamed of that but only because I didn't want Jeff to notice, not because I wanted to stop looking at his package.
"Yeah, I guess. I come here everyday -- rain or shine."
Why the Hell did I volunteer that? Something was happening. It was harder and harder to look away from Jeff's bulge. Something hypnotic about it that made me want to do and say whatever was true for me.
"Good to know, Rae-Rae." he said and came in closer to me.
I glanced to my right. Down below us in the main part of the park, a girl around our age jogged along the path near the stream and then into the forest -- the two of us just watched in awkward silence.
Jeff continued, "Always nice to see a tight ass jogging up the path."
I nodded.
Jeff spoke again, "Yeah, Rae-Rae. I love a tight ass and a cute face."
I didn't love the nickname Rae-Rae because it felt like a kid's name but some part of me was pleased he wanted to give me a nickname. Maybe it meant he wasn't going to kill me and bury my body in this park.
Also, why was Jeff so chatty with me? Normally he just insulted me, or tripped me then pretended it was an accident.
I was intrigued, so I risked speaking, hoping not to piss him off, "Uh, Jeff, did you want something?"
"Perhaps."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, Rae-Rae, I've discovered something and I really wanted to share it with you before I tell anyone else."
"Oh? Why me?"
Jeff moved in closer to me. I stepped back. Jeff took his two monstrously large hands and spun me around. He moved in tight and pushed me forward so my back was up against his chest (drool) and my feet were now inches from the cliff. Much like Jared that night in my room, I inevitably became aware of his cock nestling itself between my butt cheeks.
"Fuck, are you gonna kill me?" I said, panicked.
"Of course not. You need to relax buddy boy," Jeff said, his hands slowly moving to my hips to hold me in my current position. He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke into my left ear, "I thought you might want to talk to me about you being gay and all."
"What, I'm not--"
"Don't fucking lie to me. I came here out of courtesy instead of going straight to my boy, Jared."
Fuck, he knows! How does he know? I listened intently, scared of the cliff in front of me but in some ways more afraid of what Jeff was going to say. I decided to try and win Jeff over. It was clear he came here to have this conversation with me and maybe I could steer him away from humiliating me or worse, telling Jared I was gay.
"I'm sorry, Jeff."
"Good, boy." Jeff continued in my ear, his moist breath tickling my skin, "You may not know this but I live down the street from you. I saw you that night running around in that little jockstrap, your tight ass hanging out for all the world to see. At first I thought maybe it was just a dare but then I saw the way your eyes lit up when Jared smacked your ass in school. I only needed a bit more evidence.'
`You poor little gay boy, crushing on your best bud. Real men can get smacked in the ass without catching feelings but not you. The more I saw him smack your ass, the more I saw you surrender to your true nature. I saw the slut inside you surface. That look in a bitch's eyes when all they want is cock. Or in your case, your cummy, bloodshot eyes in the locker room."
He spun me around and put us face to face. His eyes burrowing into me, his cock lightly rubbing against my half-hard cock, the two only divided by thin pieces of fabric.
Jeff pulled off his backpack and brought out something from inside of it.
"I dare you to explain these."
My speedos. Jeff was holding my cum crushed, size-too-small Ram's logo speedos.
I tried to explain, but the moment I opened my mouth, Jeff shoved my speedos in. Their scent filled my senses -- my cum and Jared's cum mixed together with a dash of boys locker room. I coughed, my mouth overwhelmed by the taste.
My horny brain was taking over -- my thoughts swam with hot dudes standing around me naked, mostly Jareds and a few Jeffs. They all had their cocks out ready for me to please them. And I fucking wanted to.
Finally, I moaned through my teeth, "What will you do?"
Then something interesting happened. Jeff's eyes softened, his arms reached around me and he pulled me into a hug. Here I was thinking he was going to throw me off a cliff and the dude was hugging me. I just stood there letting him hold me for a moment, and my monster enjoying our cocks' proximity to each other.
Then Jeff's right hand reached between us and grabbed my nuts, squeezing them lightly, producing an uncomfortable blend of lust and pain.
He waited patiently for me to speak as I squirmed and moaned from the simulation to my balls.
"You know just because I'm an asshole to some, doesn't mean I'm a homophobe." he replied, "I would've left you alone from the beginning if I knew you loved dick. Well, maybe not alone - a guy like me has needs."
He kept my balls in his hands but moved his dick back into the equation. His big, half hard member overtaking my crotch with its girth. My cock was now rock hard, constrained within its jockstrap cage under my shorts. Jeff didn't address this but I'm sure he knew I had a boner.
The monster inside me was taking over my body as it did Monday in the laundry room. Jeff's sweaty scent filled my nostrils -- that perfect teenage, athlete musk. Jeff smiled at the euphoria of my state. "Tell me, buddy boy. Let it all out."
Jeff pulled the speedos from my mouth. Drunk on the smell and tastes of sex, all of my embarrassment and inhibitions left me. I spoke freely:
"I don't know if I love--" I stopped myself, unwilling to lie to Jeff for some reason. My thoughts and feelings from the last two weeks spilled out of me:
"Jeff, please don't tell anyone but yeah, I'm hot for Jared. He's my best friend and I can't stop thinking about his muscles, his arms, his dick, all of him. Lately, I've thought about sucking his cock."
"Just Jared?" Jeff interjected.
"Probably not just him. I don't know these days. And I'm realizing that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist because every time Jared dares me to do something in public I go into this weird state of subordination. I just want to do it. Mind you I don't want to get caught, but doing it makes me 10 times hornier. The thought that we could get caught."
"Keep going dude, this is awesome." he said, still holding my balls in his hand. With his other hand he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. I grabbed it from him and pulled it over my head. Without a thought, I threw it to the side. The wind caught it and blew it over the cliff to the reaches below.
It felt so great to let this all out and being up against Jeff's body became a safe place where I could finally let all these thoughts out of me. I risked more intimacy and leaned my head against his massive chest. My dick leaked into my shorts and the precum started dripping down my leg.
So I kept going.
"I'm so scared to tell Jared. He's my best friend and I don't want to fuck that up. I like watching him jack off, I like being covered in his cum, and I fucking love the taste."
Jeff grinned, a little sinisterly. "You little slut, you."
I smiled. And then frowned. "Fuck, I didn't want anyone to know."
"Don't sweat it, Rae-Rae. But you did said covered. Past fucking tense. You and Jared have been fucking around much more than just that day in the locker room. Haven't you?"
I nodded, then added for some reason, "Not as much as I'd like."
Shit. Maybe I should jump off the cliff. I wanted to run away at least. Move to a new town and start over hoping no one would ever find out about this again.
"Relax, buddy boy. You're so tense."
I calmed down a bit but waited to see what Jeff would actually do. He used his left hand to massage my lower back a bit.
I bravely asked, "Aren't you here to beat me up? Out me to everyone at our school? Hold this over my head, or tell Jared and ruin my life?"
Jeff shrugged and let go of my balls. My monster was disappointed but my normal brain needed to find out Jeff's stake in all of this.
"I'm not gonna spill your secret. I sure as fuck won't gonna tell Jared. Seems like you two need to work your shit out together if you ask me. I'm not the asshole you make me out to be. I just hate that you've been wasting your time waiting for him to get the picture."
What?!
"Wait, what?"
"Rae-Rae, you can have so much more if you just play the field. Don't wave that bubble butt around and wait for just Jared to wake up and take it."
"I didn't mean to make anyone -- Look I was just happy to have a friend."
"Sure dude. But you don't have to wait on your friend. After all, I've been wanting to smack your ass too."
To punctuate this statement, he used his left hand to grab my butt. Giving it a good squeeze before releasing it. Then he gave it a proper smack. Once, then once more.
Despite a strange feeling about my ass not belonging to Jeff, I was getting off on the attention. I felt guilty I hadn't given him the opportunity before this moment but also I felt like it was maybe Jared's decision. But that also makes no sense.
Jeff smiled at me. He pushed me away from the cliff and back towards the woods. I obeyed, not knowing what was going to happen. But part of me (the horny monster part) was hoping this stud and I were going to fool around.
We got into the trees, just out of sight of the trail. A thin row of bushes hid us from view, with two trees flanking our position. We'd be seen if anyone really looked. Having already lost my shirt, I was already feeling that intense exhibitionist side of me get more and more open to stuff. Who knows what I would end up doing?
I tingled with excitement. My dick swelled in my shorts, that little trail of precum getting bigger down my leg. I could tell Jeff saw it but he never mentioned it. I guess my dick didn't really interest him.
Jeff looked around and nodded, "This will do. Okay, Rae-Rae. Loose your shorts and get down on your knees."
I quickly pulled off my shorts, leaving me in just the cummy jock and dropped down obediently. Jeff's cloth wrapped man cock was right in front of my face. The smell of his musk and the sweat of his run filled my head.
I still couldn't figure out where this was going or why I was so eager to go along with it. I just kept listening to the horny voice in my head and doing whatever Jeff asked.
Jeff moved close to me. His full form towering over me. "I'll keep watch while you do your thing."
He continued, "And just because I'm not gay doesn't mean I won't know if you're into it."
I nodded, my eyes glazing over -- intoxicated by our public place and the scent of Jeff.
"I want you to give into all those thoughts in your head. Don't worry about what I think because unlike Jared, I won't judge you. I'm just here to be the guy that lets you explore your deepest desires. The gay ones."
I nodded again and rested my hands on Jeff's thighs.
"You've been staring at my bulge since I got here." Jeff grabbed his cock to make his point.
I nodded.
"Don't speak. Just show Jeff what gays like you like to do to big, cocks like mine."
I swallowed the last of my inhibitions and shoved my face into Jeff's crotch -- inhaling more of that manly, sweaty musk. Jeff put his hand on the back of my head, guiding it around to different areas while avoiding his cock. The more I went for his cock, the more he pulled my head away. Clearly I was going to have to earn it. Mission accepted!
I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down a bit.
"Keep them up. If someone comes along, I want to be able to cover up quickly."
"Right." I replied.
I started worshiping his Calvin Klein covered crotch with my mouth. His blue boxer briefs were slightly damp with sweat which gave them a salty taste. My tongue explored every inch of the cloth, toying with the fabric in a number of ways and sucking the sweat out of them -- still never fully touching his cock.
"Yeah, Rae-Rae, that feels good. Now show me what you really want."
Practically naked and I was still getting really sweaty and hot. Jeff looked around again, making sure no one could see us. Then he pulled his boxer briefs down and tucked them under his cock.
His beautiful, uncut dick sprang free. It was thicker, but not as long as Jared's. 8 inches - big, but somehow less intimidating than Jared's. More of that wonderful musk filled my senses and kept me in my euphoria.
"It's great, right?" he said.
I nodded looking at the huge dick just millimeters from my face.
I sat back on my knees. Jeff responded by pulling on my hair to tilt my head back.
Jeff grabbed his member with his other hand and slapped it against my cheek, finally making contact. I couldn't help but crack a smile.
I let Jeff rub his sweaty cock all over my face for several minutes. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I tried for the head of his dick but Jeff pulled it away. So I leaned forward towards Jeff's magnificent balls and engulfed them with my mouth. The salty sweat from them filled my mouth like a delicious meal. Jeff's dick twitched from excitement and precum oozed from the tip, right onto my forehead.
I suckled on his balls as he continued to acquaint every inch of my face with his cock. His precum spread wherever it went giving my face that familiar sticky feeling.
Then Jeff pulled his cock away, stroking it a few times above me while his balls continued to live in my mouth. I wanted them to stay in my mouth forever but I wanted his cock in my mouth as well.
I wanted to finally suck a dick, not just have one in my mouth. I wanted to please that cock with my tongue and throat in every way I could muster. To stuff it in my mouth, choke on it, and lick it like a popsicle.
Jeff looked over my shoulder, down towards my ass and interrupted my thoughts:
"Is that mine?!"
To be continued
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