1. The Freeballer in the Comet Store


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Boy, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    disappeared. I knew he was getting close but even so, I was not prepared. Suddenly, he let out a deep gasp and without warning he shot his first jet of jism randomly into the air. Who knows where it landed, for it was quickly followed by a second stream of thick white semen, up across his stomach and onto his chest, as he let out another deep gasp of relief. The third jet of cum hit me in the face, as I quickly put his tool back into my mouth. His whole body was shuddering and shaking, his legs thrashing about and his ass, groin and balls throbbed in my hand, as he pumped load after load of his pent-up sexual frustration into my eager mouth. My right hand felt the pulses of his juice, as time after time, it seemed to surge from his groin and through his balls, into the warmth of my mouth. He howled and whimpered in pleasure as his sensitive organ still pumped his cum over and around my tongue, as I swallowed every last drop of his remaining ejaculations. As I finally felt his body relax in my arms, I released his still partially erect tool from my mouth and laid it gently against his stomach. He was breathing heavily – but he was sated, relieved at last. He quickly recovered his composure though and I sat back on my haunches on the carpet beside the bed as he sighed. “Thanks,” he said, “that was ...
    fantastic.” “My pleasure,” I replied, and smiled softly at him. But I think he was a bit embarrassed now. He threw back the duvet and jumped off the bed, grabbing his shorts and quickly putting them on again. “Can we download the rest of those pictures?” he said, changing the subject. And I gave him the memory chip out of my camera. As he downloaded the pictures, I knew that my welcome – and my usefulness – had been exhausted, so I made my polite excuses and made to leave. He showed me downstairs and just before opening the door, he paused, as if suddenly realizing the part I had played in his free afternoon, and as I held out my hand to shake his, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. I felt my insides dissolve. “Thanks again,” he said, and this time I knew he meant it. When I got home, I went to download the pictures from the camera. The few that were already on the chip before were still there but there was no sign of the dozens of pictures I had taken that afternoon. Somehow, without my realizing, he had hit “Move” instead of “Copy” when he had the chip in his reader and they’d all been deleted. Was it an accident or did he do it on purpose? Probably. All I had was a damp pair of pre-cum soaked briefs for my afternoon’s efforts. “Oh well,” I thought, “Just do what you always do!” And I sighed.
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