Better Late Than Never, Mate

As I read his reply, it’s my turn to be taken aback a bit. I honestly didn’t expect such an open minded - honest even - answer from Nic. It catches me completely off guard. I know its been six odd years since we last spent any time in each other’s company, but I didn’t think his attitude to sexuality would alter so drastically.

The idea of Nic being open to us fooling around, only with each other, and in turn the possibility of my hungry hole being open to his thick, veiny dick filled me with nervous excitement.

With a suddenly focussed look, I disappear into my bedroom, and start rummaging through my wardrobe. Eventually I find what I’ve been looking for. I walk back to my chair with a pair of stripy grey boxer briefs in my hand.

I bring the briefs up to my face, inhaling deeply a few times, before commencing to jerk my now firm meat. I start licking, then sucking on the fabric, as I close my eyes, urgently flipping my foreskin moistly up and down.

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One night we were sitting on his bed, smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap whisky, as he told me about this new bird he started seeing called Josie. He was excitedly telling me how it was being with her, how her breasts felt in his hands, the way her mouth tasted, and that this was also the first time he experienced female ejaculation.

Being slightly bored with having to listen to tales about his female conquests, when I would rather plan his first male encounter with me, I only paid half attention to his story. But at the mention of the word ejaculation, my interests were piqued again.

“Really?” I asked with genuine interest, looking up from swirling the whisky round in my glass.

“Yeah mate! I was fucking her, like pounding her, right, and as she came, it started spitting onto my stomach, in warm little streams like baby piss or something… It’s a little weird, but also kinda hot at the same time, do you know what I mean?”

“I can imagine…” I answered, immediately thinking how hot it would have actually been, me spraying my cum over his abs as he drilled my hole in search of oil, as I started feeling my cock stir in my shorts.

“Have you ever had that happen to you?” he asked.

“No… no, not like that,” I replied, still thinking of my creamy jizz slowly running down his front.

“Hang on, I’ll show you,” he said excitedly.

“Err, what…” I stumbled, a little startled. He grabbed his laptop from under his bed, opened it, and started typing away, mumbling to himself. I downed the last of my whisky, having a slight involuntary spasm at the end, as the strong liquor made its way down my throat.

“Ah, here – look!” he announced, placing his laptop on the bed where we could watch at the same time. On the screen was an anonymous woman with her legs spread wide, and a massive anonymous cock thrusting in and out of her sloppy cunt. We watched in silence, as moaning and fuck sounds filled the space around us.

“There it is!” he called, as streams of light coloured liquid started squirting out from between her wet lips, and eventually ran down the guy's bouncing ball sack underneath, dripping onto the laminated wood floor. “So fuckin’ hot mate! What do you think?” he asked excitedly, looking at me with burning blue, naughty eyes.

“Yeah, it’s hot alright,” I answered, as I started pulling the laptop towards me. “Can I show you something now that I think is hot?” I asked in turn.

“Sure,” he replied, also lifting his tumbler high, downing his drink.

After a while, I found the video clip I was looking for. Hesitating for a second or two, I tapped on it and flipped the laptop round again, as Nic poured us another round.

The screen showed a close-up of a woman sensually fingering herself, her slender fingers topped with French-manicured nails that crawled in and out of her moist, shiny lips, her other hand slightly higher up, rubbing in circular motions over her swollen clit.

“Fuck yeah…” he whispered. “I wouldn’t mind shoving my meat up that tight hole,” he added, licking his lips.

The camera started zooming out slowly, as soft moaning and grunting sounds again filled the silence around us. As the camera backed away, two guys were revealed, sitting next to each other opposite her, each fucking a fleshlight. I looked over at Nic for a reaction, but his eyes were still glued to the screen, watching the three of them gruntingly stimulate themselves.

“I love this clip,” I whispered. “It get’s so hot…”

“Uh, huh,” he replied, taking another sip. “Fuck, her tits are amazing, oh mate…”

The two horny guys started looking each other in the eye, as they continued pumping their fleshlights, their face side profiles framing the fanny-fingering in the background. Slowly they moved closer together, their thighs sweatily pressing against one another.

In the background the woman started pushing a cucumber-like dildo into her wet slit, moaning loudly as it started sliding in. The two guys now got vocal as well. “Yeah, push that fat cock in your cunt,” one said to the other. “Fuck yeah, push it in deep - balls deep,” the other replied, as they kept pumping.

I sneakily looked over at Nic, who was still staring at the screen, mouth slightly agape, completely transfixed, as his hand held his cock through the fabric of his shorts. My dick was now semi-hard as much by the video, as watching Nic getting aroused by my favourite piece of smut.

On the screen, the two guys continued getting more intimate, while the dildo sank deeper and deeper into her. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” the one said. “You too?” he asked the other guy. “Fucking soaking, dude” he replied. “Show me…” the other said.

He pulled out his huge, shining cut cock out of the fleshlight. “So much pre-cum in there,” he gestured with his hand. “Wanna feel?” he asked, bringing the fleshlight closer. The other guy stuck his fingers in, swirled them around, before pulling them out, bringing them up to his face and sticking his fingers into his mouth. “Hmmm, tastes wet,” he said. “But I think my pussy is wetter,” he added, pulling his thick, also cut cock out of his toy, and in turn holding it out to the other.

After fingering his buddy’s fleshlight, he agreed. “Yeah, yours is definitely wetter dude. Even wetter than that dripping cunt over there,” gesturing towards the woman still impaling herself noisily on her massive dildo.

“What do you think so far?” I asked Nic, my heartbeat racing. “Hot, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s alright…” he replied, not looking up. But I could tell he was enjoying it more than he was letting on, his cock now quite clearly also hard and bulging out from his crotch, his hand failing to conceal his excitement.

“Right, let’s fuck this dripping pussy then,” the one guy said. “Fuck yeah,” the other replied, as they moved closer together still, and started aligning their huge, wet throbbing meat poles, their heavy balls moistly clinging to each other.

“Here comes my favourite bit,” I whispered. Nic didn’t say a word, or turn his eyes away, but I could hear him also breathing harder.

Slowly the one guy started pushing the fleshlight down over their swollen, red-flushed cocks that the other was pressing together with his hands, their veins popping along their shafts. “Argh, fuck yeah…” he moaned, as they very slowly started forcing in, making the clear latex stretch with their double penetration.

Laying close together, they started noisily sliding the fleshlight up and down, their balls lazily jiggling against each other, the wet slapping sounds almost drowning out the woman grinding away behind, just out of focus.

“Fuck, this is making me so horny now,” I tested, looking over at Nic, still desperately trying to conceal his raging boner.

“Hmm, yeah it’s pretty good…” he replied, pushing his cock down in his pants.

They continued double-pounding the fleshlight, noisily racing towards a wet, slapping and grunting money shot, the camera then zoomed in on their wrestling fat cocks.

“Would you ever do something like that?” I warily asked through bated breath.

“Dunno…” he replied, eyes glued to the action on screen.

The two guys brought their faces close together, eyes locked as they started pumping their heavy loads out, gasping, holding each other tightly with a hand behind the head.

“Hey listen…” I carefully ventured further, the clip fading to black, “are you gonna mind if I quickly knock one out, I’m so hard at the mo…”

He looked at me with uncertainty for a few seconds.

“You can join me. I see you are also hard as a rock,” I joked, pointing at his throbbing groin.

He didn’t answer, just bit his lower lip, as I started warily unbuttoning my shorts, revealing my hard cock pressing against pre-cum stained briefs.

“Fuck it,” he announced after a while, and started pulling off his shorts too. “I’m also fucking horny,” he mumbled.

I froze as I watched him pull his massive cock out of his boxers, the tip glistening moistly with pre-cum under his bedroom light. I saw it throbbing in his hand, growing to full stiffness, as he shyly glanced over at me.

“You not taking yours out? he asked nervously. “It was your idea, mate…”

“Err, yeah, of course…” I replied, pulling my much wetter, also hard meat out.

We laid there on our sides in silence, breathing heavily for a while looking at each other holding our hard cocks, before I slowly started stroking mine, letting out a soft moan. Tentatively he joined me, flipping his thick foreskin up and down behind his swollen head.

“Wow, yours is really thick…” I tried to speak through bated breath, my heart pounding in my ears.

“Err, thanks mate… Yours is bigger than I thought, too…” he trailed off.

We continued slapping our meats on his bed, my eyes fixed on his, him looking over at mine every now and again. I decided to go out on a limb.

“Yours look really hard and swollen, it’s impressive,” I began, still staring at his thick dick.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “all the birds I’ve fucked said the same thing!”

“I can imagine. Hey, um… Say... Can I feel for myself?” I asked carefully.

No response at first. “No, you’re alright mate,” he answered warily, looking at me. “Think I’m just gonna go and shoot in the toilet…” he said, as he got up, and made his way out of the room, stroking his impressive cock.

“Fuck!” I thought to myself, as I lay down on the bed, still gripping my disappointed wet dick. “So close….” I added in my head, as I turned my head to the side and looked hopelessly around. On the floor next to his bed, I saw a pair of grey, stripy boxer briefs crumpled up together with some worn socks and a T-shirt. My eyes suddenly wide awake, I jumped upright, grabbed it and examined it. Inside I found some streaks of dried cum in the pouch area, lustful leftovers of his last night with Josie.

I heard the toilet flush. Quickly I stuffed his briefs into my backpack, and pulled up my shorts, forcing my wet, drooping cock flat inside.

“Ah, that was quite a load!” he laughed, as he walked back in, having cum in the relative safety of the bathroom. “You as well?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Was a good one…”

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Eventually Friday arrives, the anticipation of our meeting making for a seemingly long wait during the week. We agreed to meet at a bar not far from my house for a pint or two, and a catch-up that may, or may not lead to some big-dicked fun afterwards.

To be on the safe side, I have a rather big, filling breakfast, followed by a light, late lunch in the afternoon. I know my body’s rhythms pretty well, and can easily guarantee a clear tunnel with no train through-traffic in the evening. If we end up going all the way, I’m not sure Nic would be able to handle a brown tipped slip.

I take a shower after lunch. I wash my whole body, but take care not to wash my armpits or pubic hair with soap, only quickly rinsing with water, preserving the natural pheromones these secrete, as those might come in handy later on.

After brushing my teeth and my tongue thoroughly, I sprits on the lightest of mists of JPG Le Male on my neck, and pull on my jacket as I nervously head down the stairs of my flat, walking out into the half light to attend an unfinished business meeting of lust and desire, years in the making.

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Arriving at the pub, I see Nic sitting outside at a table on the perimeter of the fenced in courtyard, climbing vines scrambling up it and overhead on support wires. As he spots me walking over, he inhales deeply on his cigarette, before exhaling a big plume and smiling as he gets up.

“Hey stranger,” he says, as he gives me a one-armed embrace and plants a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Hey,” I answer, a little shocked by the louche greeting, as I look him up and down.

Now almost 25 years old, he still has a boyish charm, but his face is less round, his jaw more defined, his shoulders slightly wider, and I suspect, his hands bigger than before. He is cleanly shaved, apart from a small patch underneath his lower lip, his skin revealing the blue tone of heavier beard growth. His eyes are still icy blue and mischievous, his lips morphing into a sneer when he smiles.

I see he is wearing a pair of distressed denims wiggling low on his hips, a hooded top and his trusty Adidas shell-toes on his feet, as he walks inside to get a round of drinks. He looks good.

“Well, well mate,” he says upon his return, “you don’t look any different, I tell ya!”

I chuckle. “Thanks Nic. You know me, trying to look after myself, I’m not getting any younger!” I joke.

“Cheers mate!” he toasts, as we each take a big gulp of lager, smiling at each other over the foamy heads.

We start chatting and asking questions, filling in the blanks of the last six or so years. I learn that he is now the maître d’ of a fancy restaurant in an affluent neighbouring town, and earning a decent living doing what he enjoys. I tell him about my new job as head chef at a private catering firm, and how I enjoy finally working “normal” hours, as opposed to evenings and most weekends, as we finish our first pints.

I head inside, and order another two. I see him smiling at me as I head back outside, winking at me like he always used to as I sit down. “Great seeing you again mate, really,” he says, as we clink glasses.

Eventually he asks me, surprisingly tactfully, about girlfriends and boyfriends, showing a great deal of emotional intelligence growth since our early days.

“No one at the moment,” I answer. “Saw an older guy for a couple of months, before being with a stunning German girl for a while,” I continue, “but nothing serious really. You?”

“Had about 5 different girlfriends in as many years,” he laughs. “Just finished with Juliet a few weeks ago… It wasn’t really working out,” he says, before taking a sip, and taking out a cigarette from his packet, offering me one as well.

“Sure, thanks,” I say, as I draw it out of the soft pack, leaning in closer to catch the lighter he flicks on. “So, why didn’t it work out?” I ask. “Did she not have a dick?” I tease, looking at him and winking.

“Funny you say that…” he begins, chuckling.

My laugh fades away quickly, as I look at him. “Go on…”

“Well… For a while me and Jules started inviting another guy into our bedroom, as she got off on the idea of two guys fucking her…”

“Uh-huh,” I answer, completely focussed on his words.

“It was great at first. But eventually, I started realising I have a crush on this guy, or something. I didn’t come nearly as easily or as hard as I did when he joined us. Even Jules started noticing after a while, and it became a bit of a topic, as I only ever wanted to do anal with her, but something was missing…”

“And then,” I ask, feeling my cock stirring in my briefs.

“I tried getting Colin, that’s his name, alone so I could talk to him about it, but he wasn’t having any of it. He even ended up telling Jules about it, and that was the beginning of the end really…”

“Fuck… I wasn’t expecting that,” I say trembling slightly, half shocked, half extremely aroused by the revelation, taking a big gulp of lager as he continued.

“Yeah mate, long story short: Me and Juliet went our separate ways, and I learnt that maybe I overlooked something that’s been there for a long time…” he says, his voice trailing off, as he stubs out his cigarette on the ashtray on the table and blows out a plume of smoke, returning his gaze to me.

“I realised I could get as turned on by a guy, maybe even more so, than by only a pussy per se... So here we are…” he says, smiling at me.

“Two single, horny lads,” I finish his sentence.

He laughs. “Reading me like a book, mate!” He licks his lips, and I see him push down on his bulge with his forearm as he smiles and looks away.

“You too, huh?” I ask, gesturing with my eyes towards his growing groin.

“Yup! Tell me mate, what’s the best way to get rid of a boner then?” he asks laughingly, before gulping down the last of his pint.

I follow suite, lifting my glass high. “I can’t show you here, but I know a fail-safe remedy…” I say with a slightly dry mouth and a racing heart, as I experience one déjà vu after another.

“Yeah?” he asks. “Wanna show me at your place then?” he adds, gesturing for us to make a move.

“Fuck yeah,” I answer, as I try and push down my cock that is attempting to break free from my jeans. “Come on.”

****

Walking back to my place, we talk about our previous shared experiences, many of which I have relived wanking to at home since his first message arrived. By the time we get to mine, we are both so aroused, I’m surprised our buttons haven’t popped on our flies yet.

As I close the communal door behind us, I grab his thick cock through the fabric and pull him up the stairs behind me to my flat. As I struggle getting the keys in my front door, he moves up close behind me, pressing his bulge into my ass crack. I let out a loud sigh, and start grinding back into it as my keys slip inside. “That remedy better work mate,” he whispers teasingly into my ear.

Once inside I flip him round and pin him with his back to the door, rubbing my pulsating package against his. We breathe hard into each other’s faces as I slowly start leaning in towards him. With my mouth millimetres away from his, I stop, teasing his lips with my tongue, our eyes locked and our burning bulges wrestling each other, pushing from side to side.

“Let’s get naked and have a look at your problem,” I whisper.

He starts pulling my jacket off, then yanks my shirt over my head. I pull his hoody and t-shirt off in one go, revealing his pale translucent torso, and wide shoulders attached to a defined chest sprinkled with a few brown hairs.

“I remember these…” I say, as I tickle his nipples, making them contract and raise up.

“Shit mate,” he replies through heavy breaths, “remember that time I got a sunburnt and you lotioned me up?”

“Yeah,” I gasp.

“You made me so fucking horny, stroking my nipples as I lay on my bed. I though they were gonna catch on fire after a while!”

“Uh-huh” I chuckle, as I start undoing his belt, then his buttons on his arcing fly. I pull down his jeans, and see his heavy, hard cock wobble behind his tented boxer shorts that is stained with spots of wet pre-cum.

As I undo the small button on the front of his boxers, his swollen, moist head immediately pokes through the opening, pushing out. “You know the first night I slept in your bed, that night you thought you had a wet dream?” I ask him, as I help his veiny cock all the way out of his boxers.

He nods. “Well, that was me. I molested you in your sleep, and almost made you cum,” I laugh.

“You’re joking, mate!” he exclaims. “You dirty fucker,” he adds, laughing. “You should have, really…”

“No time like the present…” I wink at him, as I spit into my hand and start rubbing his swollen meat with my slippery saliva.

“Argh, fuck, that feels like heaven, mate…” he gasps, his head leaning back against the front door, his eyes closed.

“You like that, huh?” I ask, as I continue to polish his knob, pre-cum oozing out and mixing with my spit, him moaning at the sensation.

“Hang on mate, wait,” he suddenly says as I kneel down. I freeze, feeling a familiar disappointed feeling descend over me like a dark cloud. “Ah Jesus, not again…” I think to myself, “this can’t be happening.”

I look up at him pleadingly. “Why? What is wrong?” I ask hopelessly.

“Get your cock out, I wanna see your meat too,” he says urgently.

He sees my frozen expression. “Everything OK, mate?” he asks after a second.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I thought… Never mind,” I stutter, deciding not to dig up bones, undoing my jeans and pulling them off. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” I say in turn, as my cock swings out and starts ticking steadily more upright.

“That’s better,” he replies. “Stroke your meat, I want you to feel the same as me, mate…”

As I grip my cock and start stroking, I lean forward smelling his fat, swollen dick. I know the aroma well, having smelt it many times in his small council house bedroom before, the smell of taboo, the smell of secretive lust. Coating my lips with spit, I close my eyes and open my mouth as wide I can.

He grabs my head, and shoves his sticky, thick pole into my mouth. I taste my own spit. I taste his pre-cum oozing out of his long slit. I taste his soft, slightly salty foreskin brush my upper lip as he pushes and pulls out of my eager food hole, my tongue rubbing underneath with each thrust.

“Ah man, fuck, this feels good,” he moans. “Uh-huh,” I reply, spit dribbling out the sides of my stretched lips.

After a few minutes, he pulls his throbbing meat out of my mouth, a drooping strand of spit still connecting it to me. “I’ve never done it before, but can I try eating out your ass?” he asks carefully, but eagerly.

Without answering, I get up from the floor and walk over to the couch, climb onto the seats with my knees, and arch out my back. I look over my shoulder at Nic, while clenching my hole in quick successions, flashing a morse code for him to come get it.

Nic plonks himself down on the rug behind me, grabbing my hips and squeezing my ass cheeks with his fat fingers, pulling open my sweaty valley. I feel his heavy breaths on my exposed asshole, as he inspects my back door, before tasting it with a quick flick of his broad, flat tongue. “Aaargh…” I moan deeply, encouraging him to continue.

As he starts warming my twitching crater, I feel his fingers touching my shaft, exploring its length and diameter, before eventually wrapping tightly around it and pulling it down. He eats me like he would a pussy, teasing my hole with his tongue and poking it in deeper every time, as I feel myself opening up, allowing his warm, wet mouth further in.

Not long later, I speak up. “OK Nic, listen. I need you inside me soon, I am already close to busting,” I say over my shoulder, as he grinds his stubbly chin into my splaying asshole.

“Sure thing, mate. I’m fucking ready too. Look, my prick is practically beggin’ for it,” he says, gesturing to his enormously swollen, red-flushed cock ticking in time to his racing heartbeat, hanging heavily between his thighs. “How do you want to take it?” he asks.

“Shoved up my hole,” I joke. “Erm… Sit on the couch,” I answer after a second, “let me control the entry of that meaty monster.”

He sits down on the sofa, legs apart to allow his heavy nut sack some resting space on the seat below. I climb on top, straddling him, my feet planted next to his thighs. Slowly I lower myself down, grabbing hold of his warm flesh and aligning it, ready to be impaled.

Nic grabs my free hand with his, gently steadying me with the other under my thigh. “I’ve got you mate, don’t panic. Easy does it…” he whispers, his lower jaw pushed forward slightly, his mouth agape, as he watches my hole make contact with his throbbing fuck-stick.

As I start feeling the pressure of his swollen head against my sphincter, he smiles a sneering smile. “Fuck yeah, mate… I can feel your warm man-pussy starting to eat my fat cock.” He looks up at me with lust filled eyes. “Do you think you’ll you be able to take all of it? Balls deep, like?”

“I want all of it,” I reply back softly. “Fucking shove it all into me,” I say, as I breathe out, push out and bear down.

The force is incredible as that thick, veiny dick starts sinking into me, stretching my hole beyond recognition. As his girthy shaft slides deeper inside, I feel the side of my tunnel pop with a small tear, a sharp burning pain that is somehow sadistically satisfying.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan, trying to catch my breath, “that hurts so good, Nic, Jesus…”

“Alright mate?” he asks, as he still holds me steady with his big hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Fuck, you’re big. You’re literally tearing me a new hole…”

“You wanna wait?”

“Erm… You know what, I have an idea…” I reply, as I start lifting myself up again, feeling his meat painfully slip out again.

I turn around, my back towards him, before lowering down towards his shiny, wet cock again. “I’m not gonna last very long, just so you know. This is my favourite position to cum in,” I add, as I slather his rock hard cock with more spit. I then start impaling myself again, feeling his thick shaft painfully stretch my already bruised hole once more, the small fresh cut stinging as it slowly crawls past.

“Argh, ooh… fuck. OK…” I breathe, as I try to get comfortable sitting on his hot poker. “OK… I’m ready, I think. Fuck me hard, big boy…”

I sense him smiling behind me, as he holds my hips and massages my ass. “Alright mate, consider it done,” he replies, as I feel him slowly start revving up the mechanics of his well-oiled fuck machine.

The next few minutes all blur into one: a smacking, noisy, wet, euphoric, machine-gun fuck-fest, as he hammers my unsuspecting hole with his extra large piston. I loose all control of my sphincter, unable to squeeze or contract, only able to eat and swallow more of him with each blow.

Nic grabs hold of my hard dick flopping and slapping noisily against my stomach, holds it steady in his fat fingers, letting it fuck his palm in tandem with the punishing workout happening underneath.

“Remember… when you fucked Emma… in the hot tub?” he asks out of breath, in between pummelling my insides.

“Yeah…” I pant.

“That... was so fuckin’ hot… watching you… absolutely ram her pussy, mate... It got me so… worked up,” he gasps.

“Yeah? Like you... are ramming me now… almost splitting me… in half?”

“Fuck yeah, mate… your man-pussy… is so tight”

“I loved it when… some of your cum… accidentally landed my face. I just wanted you... to blast me with all of it... covering my face in your thick... creamy… fuck juice,” I stammer.

“Yeah?” he huffs.

“Oh yeah…”

“I’ll see what... I can do mate… my cum’s not far off…”

“Feel free… to fill me up,” I gulp.

With that said, he grabs my feet, one at a time, lifting them up, planting them onto his thighs, as I wrap my arm behind his head, every part of my body now clammily connected to his. I also feel my orgasm coming quick, my swollen cock racing in and out of his slippery, clenched fist.

“I’m gonna cum Nic!” I call, as he continues destroying my sloppy hole, hammering into it.

“Fuck mate, me too,” he replies, as I feel his hand squeezing tighter around my pulsating meat. My eyes close and my head tilt back, as I pass the point of no return.

“Argh Pete, you’re so fuckin’ hot mate,” he whispers into my ear as he gives a final few, massively deep thrusts, shoving that sausage so far in, that I swear I feel his enormous balls also dragging into my splayed-open hole. “Urgh, take my juicy, thick, fat, squirting cock…” he finally adds, speaking loudly in my ear.

“Argh Nic! Urgh, fuck yeah, aaargh! Tear my hole, aaaaargh! Fuuuuck,” I moan, as I feel my hot cum splashing onto my body with an incredible intensity, Nic simultaneously pumping his load out, somewhere deep inside me.

As I slowly open my eyes again, I see Nic’s fat fingers coming towards me, as he takes his cum spilling out of my tender tunnel down his shrinking shaft and onto his balls, and smears it onto my face and over my mouth. “Here you go mate, eat my thick creamy fuck juice…”

With a final spasm, I feel a last small load spill out of my exhausted cock, my tongue flicking eagerly between his sticky fingers and lapping at his soaked palm, as I finally taste his warm salty-sweetness in my uncontrollably smiling, happy mouth.

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