1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/6/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    or the sheet on the base of the bed - I didn't know who might come in and look, and the thought of having dried cum (or even worse, wet cum stains) visible was awful. I know some guys catch their cum and then eat it, but I'd tried that once and it almost made me sick - yes, I know it doesn't taste as bad as it smells, but somehow the huge, semi-fluid semi-gelatinous pool of my spunk made me feel totally nauseated. I don't know how women get on with sucking a man off - I do like to shoot into their mouths as I can't stand all the mess if I shoot over their faces and over their breasts - but I suppose they get used to the taste if they really want to please their men. I was too far gone now, though, and I felt my balls contracting and my spunk forcing itself along my cock. With a big groan and sigh I felt my hot cum pumping out all over me - my hand was covered, of course, and my hard stomach, and as the after shocks died away and I relaxed, I knew my pubic hair was covered in it. The blanket fell down onto me, and, oh fuck, yes, it was covered in my cum, too, where the initial big spurts had fired themselves upwards. So what was I going to do now? Not only had I soiled the bed, but my hand, body and pubic hair was all covered in my thick slime. Suppose someone was to come in? Oh shit! I did the only thing I could do - I got up, pulled my T off and used it to mop over myself - but it's never very successful, is it? Once your cum gets into your pubic hair you do really need ...
    to have a good shower, or at least stand on tiptoe so you can wash yourself in a wash basin to get away all those strands that cling to the hairs. And even though I scrubbed away at it, I wasn't very good at cleaning the blanked either - there was a very visible big wet damp patch still on it, even when I'd finished. There was no possibility of wearing the T again as I'd shot a really monster load, even for me, so I balled it up and tossed it into the corner by the bucket, and lay back on the bed, now totally naked. I really had no idea of how long 'd been there - without my watch, even the time I'd been "awake" was a bit of a mystery as I thought I'd drifted in and out of a light sl**p a couple of times. But when I felt the stubble on my chin, I thought it must be about thirty six hours since I'd last shaved on Saturday morning before going off to the match, so it might now be late Sunday afternoon. Surely someone would have noticed I wasn't there by now? - but, probably not: all my mates on the team would think I'd gone off with a bird, so wouldn't be surprised when I hadn't turned up at the pub for a lunchtime drink. And I'd got no close f****y really - I only called my s****r very occasionally. I suppose someone would notice tomorrow morning, at work, but it wasn't that unusual for guys just not to turn up - in the web design game, if you're offered a better job over the weekend, you often just take it. I was getting really worried by now - for one thing there were the ...
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