Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The good mess

"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.

6 comments:

FelchingPisser said...

Very nice....I think these daily posts are fun and slightly different. Thanks! (I could never write daily....)

Bruce Chang said...

But you're still beautifully prolific in your writing. And each piece solidifies me view of you and your character, making me more and more enamoured. If we were to meet, I'd so do figure eights around your leg and purr...

Anonymous said...

Now that's something I'd pay money to see -- you and FP together. Woof! Since FP is TOTAL top, I'd be curious to see how that would play out. Double woof!

Anonymous said...

Oops! Forgot to sign my post (so to speak).

Paul, NYC

Bruce Chang said...

Given FP's length and skill, I think I'd finally feel what it's like to be the meat in the middle of a sandwich...

FelchingPisser said...

Oh, man....I didn't see any of this during IML...

Yes, Paul, I think the idea of a double blogging event where Bruce and I meet might be electric.

Bruce: Figure eights around my leg and purr? Well I always stroke the cats I meet from the ears all the way down to their wagging tail--concentrating on that ever moving tail...