1. Surprised by a Horny Friend


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Masturbation, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: rat_race, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

    mouth, before I finally loosened up my lips from around the shaft of his dick, and let all the sperm freely flow out from around his dick-shaft, and drip down onto the playhouse floor. The bottom line was that I did everything I could to keep from actually swallowing any of Chris's ejaculating sperm. But that still didn't keep his sperm from tasting like crap to me. It was very bitter-tasting, and extremely-salty and gooey, too. And it had this overwhelming smell to it that was actually making me nauseous. But I hung in there anyway, and didn't take my mouth off of Chris's dick-head until after he had already pulled his mouth off of my dick. At that point, we both stood up, and then struggled in the dark to put our pants and our underwear back on. The funniest part was that this "monumental task" (sarcasm intended) was made even more difficult by the fact that Chris and I still had our shoes on while we were 69-ing with each other. And as if that weren't bad enough, there were now little puddles of Chris's sperm on the playhouse floor that neither of us wanted to accidentally step in. I have to admit that I was truly proud of myself for my having managed to keep from choking or gagging throughout Chris's entire sperm-release--which, by the way, was no less massive than any of his other ejaculations that I had already witnessed in my bedroom throughout the previous week. At any rate, after we finally managed to put our pants back on, Chris and I left the playhouse, jumped ...
    back over the rock wall, and headed for the bowling alley. Just as soon as we were on the other side of the rock wall, and walking down the sidewalk, Chris pulled a small bottle out of his pants pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Here. I thought you might need this." It turned out to be a small, travel-size bottle of mouthwash, which I was all too happy to use right away. And I couldn't believe how thoughtful Chris had been to bring that little bottle of mouthwash along with him, knowing how negatively I felt about having the taste of sperm in my mouth. When we finally got to the bowling alley, Chris and I took turns playing the same football-themed pinball machine that we always played. In fact, we were so damn good at that particular pinball game, that we could play for 30 minutes or more on one dime, because we could almost always win new games on a consistent basis. While we were at the pinball machine, I thought about how I had left telltale signs of our just-completed sexual encounter on the playhouse floor. And I knew that I would have to get a wet rag and sneak back out into the playhouse early the next morning, while my mother was in the shower, in order to wipe up Chris's leftover sperm. Even though my mother rarely went out into the playhouse nowadays, I definitely did not want to take the chance that she could walk in there, and discover all the mostly-dried-up sperm stains on the wooden playhouse floor. That would have been very hard for me to explain away, to say ...
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