I saw a guy that posted early this morning:
I found his pic on Facebook. |
We texted quite a bit, and I drove the snowy morning roads to his apartment.
I Knocked on the door, and we got down to business.
I don't know if his dick was really 7". If it was, it wasn't that fat and I had no problem sucking it. I asked him, before I came over to wash his cock, which he did, but I just wish he would have showered too. What ever.
After about 5 minutes of sucking his dick, he was grabbing for mine. I undid my pants and he started to fondle me while I continued his BJ. When he quit fooling around with me, I knew he was close. His breathing changed, and he whispered "I'm gonna cum" and unloaded in my mouth.
I sucked him until the spasms subsided, and pulled off and analyzed what was in my mouth. It wasn't so much that I couldn't swallow it, and it didn't taste bad, so down the hatch went the oyster.
I pulled up my pants, walked to the door, unlatched the dead bolt, stepped out and closed the door behind me with out a further word. Then I, when I got to my car, the windows had enough snow on them to make me kind of hidden. I fished out my cock and jacked off while I could still taste the guys jizz in my throat.
What the hell have I become? Oink?
The taste of cum always makes me want to instantly shoot myself...yum!
ReplyDeleteFeeling like a cum pig, Jack? Relax, I don't think you're too "oinkish"!
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