He looked over to me and smiled and then went back to monitoring the mess he had made. I reached down for my throbbing cock and began jerking it as fast as I could hoping to bust a nut while I still had the vision of him lying next to me covered in jizz. He stopped me. Slow it down, he said. Take slow, strong strokes, he said. He grabbed the lube and pasted some onto his palm and started to work my cock in sensual pumps. It was an amazing feeling and he continued until I finally blew my load all over his hand, my chest and stomach. He wiped my cum off on his legs and went back to flipping through the rest of the porn. His cock had deflated considerably but was still leaking clear cum which I longed to taste. I thought better now than never.
“Have you ever tasted cum?”
I asked him as I looked down making small circles from the spits of cum that were shot across my stomach up to my chest. He hesitated but then answered that he did taste his when he was younger out of curiosity. I squeezed my cock from the base to the head bringing up left over cum and collected it on my fingers and brought it to my mouth. I licked it and then put my fingers into my mouth. He looked at me with a strange expression that was neither judgmental nor particularly happy but lightened up when I casually commented that it seemed to have no taste. And then I just reached over and swiped some of his cum that was caught up in his pubes at the base of his cock and ran it on my tongue. He looked at me dazed, with his beautiful lips slightly apart unable to formulate a response. I returned the look and to be honest, I think that’s the part where a man and woman would probably kiss, but seeing as we were clearly not that conventional, I scooted down the bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
I turned the water on and peeked back around the door to ask if he was coming in, to which he shortly nodded.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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