"Stop it," I tell him calmly. "You're way more concerned about it than I am." He's running at me with washcloth while I'm just trying to calm down from the high of cumming. I barely shot moments before.
"I know, I know. But, you're a mess. It's one thing to look at it but..." His voice trailed off. I think he was telling me that if the tables were reversed, he'd be scraping the caustic organic liquid off him with a scouring pad.
We had swapped head for nearly an hour. A thing of beauty. Considerably thick. Like a 6x8 cock instead of an 8x6. Quite a mouthful and just the perfect length so that I'm not quite gagging when I deep throat him. Cock-ringed and angry red, thrusted out insisting on constant attention.
And he was equally enraptured by mine. I think I was an inch longer at most, but he loved handling it and trying to get it balls deep. I basically dickmetized him for a bit and ended up getting the head in his hole before he snapped out of it and asked me to stop. He wanted it. I knew he wanted it.
But I ended up just fingering him as he stood in front of me. One hand massaging his balls and a finger caressing and pressing his prostate and the other jerking him with slow deliberate strokes. He shot all over me. And all over his couch. About 7 longs sprays of thick white cum splashing all around me. Right, left, an ooze down my fingers before another volley at my face. After he came, it only took me a few quick tugs before I unleashed three or four additional volleys up my chest.
I had barely taken two breaths before he was rushing to clean me up.
Fucker. I wanted to just wallow in the filth for awhile. Or at least taken a pic or something. I wanted to grab his wrist before the washcloth was wiping all over me. Grab it to use it to turn him around and then give him a giant bear hug from behind to paint his back with our cum.
But I was civil and just merely shook my head from side to side with a wry grin as he wiped me up, delicately, gently. He was blushing all the while.