Face Time with Derek

I left the wooded park, where we had frotted, sharing loads on our shafts, mixing our cum. I drove home, distracted by the dampness inside my pants. An interesting and very raw, sexy sensation.

Time to shower. I started the water, letting it get warm. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see wetness. Some of his cum had dried. But some was still damp. I pushed my finger along the wetness. I wondered about scooping some up and tasting..

I looked at it, debating in my mind. Butterflies in my stomach, even though I was alone. I weighed the yes versus the no. I deliberately took an extra bit of time to decide, creating this mindset of anticipation. I debated, looking at his cold cum. Do I let the shower take it away? Or do I put it in my mouth? Do I have a private, submissive moment, totally alone, where I privately experience and taste him?

You know what I did. My cock twitched as I became, secretly, his cum slut. Would he ever know? Oh yes! It would be part of my biggest turn on. I would be nervous to share that information, but simultaneously, very much wanting to tell him. And so I showered, and then looked for him online.

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That’s where Derek and I met-online through Literotica. Two married mature guys; we’d been exploring. Our wives now less interested in sex, both of us still wanting to feel raw sexual excitement. So we explored, starting with fantasies and conversation. Daring to speak words that got each of us hard and leaking precum.

Creating that strange feeling in our guts,

Like the first time you saw a woman drop her pants and spread her legs. And the first time, smelling a furry cunt in close. No, cunt taste was NOT honey, like some silly Penthouse story. No, the smell and taste was strange, not wonderful, but at the same time (for me) it was a moment of of awe, curiosity, and raw animal. And I want more. And more. Again.

Now, standing outside the shower, putting my wet finger with our cum into my mouth, that is what I felt. I tasted our mixed jizz. I’m an animal; and this is pure sex.

Gross? Whether it was first dive into pussy, or first taste of my own load, maybe not something you line up for at the candy store. But after a few minutes, yes, I want this. Like my first taste of beer, or scotch, or olives. Or all three at once. An acquired taste but once you’ve acquired, one you want more of it, and you want to know more. Do all women taste the same? Derek, when it erupts out of your cock, does your cum taste like mine?

Derek and I, we had rediscovered our animal side together. For the younger me, being an animal was, first, a hot very sexy cunt. Later, it was new pussy, A new woman with a different taste? And now: is it new jizz?. So, Derek and I are on this new ride together, older but newly experiencing cock. Hard dripping cock. Like we remembered the first smell and look of cunt.

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As I told in my first story, the online fantasies got to the point where we were going crazy and had to meet. We’d met and frotted, me finishing first, then him pumping his cum over my shaft and balls, using my cum as lube as he jacked to the finish line.

On reflection I’d been thinking I liked that I shot load first. Playing the movie back, I wondered if it would have been as hot if I’d used his cum as lube; if he came first and I had finished on his smooth pink helmet. Nope, I thought. I liked that he finished last. Him using my load , and recalling the sound every guy knows: the sound of cock being tugged hard with cum or vaseline or oil, the jerking hand hitting a pube bone. Wacking hard. And the groan of orgasm. I’d done it myself intentionally on the phone to get other guys super horned. Let them hear me wack my cock. I did it on video, wanting casino siteleri to be an exhibitionist. Show time, let the audience hear, and see the jizz.

I’m married and obviously bi, but why did Derek finishing last appeal to me? I wondered. He and I had ended up with sperm over each others balls and dicks. Now, as we texted back and forth, talking about what we’d done, I told him I liked him cumming first. I was worried he’d think I was a submissive sissy. And that our sharing of fantasies would change.

I was 100% surprised when he said he said he wished he’d shot first. That he would have loved being the one to cum dump on me first, then watch me jack off with his sperm as lube. He asked if I would let him do that.

And that is how we ended up. Tease time, reader. Stop and tease some precum if you are hard. Rest for a moment. Feel the drip. Wipe a bit of it across your bottom lip. For us. If you are still hard in a minute, read on!

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I couldn’t say no to Derek. Only fair. I’d given him jacking lube. I was intrigued to be alpha. I had that funny feeling in my gut imagining stroking to a finish with the smell of his cum filling the air. So I said sure, let’s have another session, this time we reverse.

As we texted and talked and explored by mail and verbally (sending hot porn links to each other to reinforce what we each would like) I started imagining even more.

My brain was in overdrive.

I wanted to drive him crazy. Tease by text, by email, by sending hot videos of frottage, guys jacking each other. And then, guys in a 69. Start to finish, the whole time. Not ass fucking at the end, simply blowing each other the whole time.

Then, one night we were very horned and texting. I had had a couple of big glasses of wine and my courage grew. I had an idea. I told him I wanted him to jack off finishing first. But I went furher, telling him how I knew for both of us our desire for jizz and sucking cock drops after we cum. This is totally about cock, not kissing or cuddling.

I told him my idea in more detail. We would lie down 69, on a nice mattress and towel. We would have some porn on for the sound of groaning and cumming. And we edge. We would get our dicks close to each other’s faces. We jack for each other to watch up close. Cocks an inch away from each other’s faces. We talk and work together to get to the edge. Then we try to stay there as long as we can. We tell each other when we are close, then stop. We show each other our precum. Squeeze a drip out of your cock head, I will do the same. Give me an edging show. I will do the same. Let’s see how long we can edge…and drip for each other.

We talk as we edge, encouraging each other to ride that moment of erotic excitement.

He was over that idea like shit on velcro. Our texts and emails went over the options and details repeatedly. It was pure raunchy animal sexy fun. Questions abounded. Would I want him to suck him off to finish? I said I wasn’t sure about load in my mouth. But I knew I loved his jizz on my shaft and balls. I wanted more; but not sure about going that far. But I might change my mind at the last moment. He agreed, saying he felt the same and glad we were on the same page. For now.

More questions. How to cum? Where? It consumed our conversations. Not that I minded. I found the chats incredibly hot. I would be squeezing my shaft, tasting my own precum, as we sent messages through cyber. My balls were aching, but I denied myself a jack off, to save and build up cum in my own balls, and my desire for his fucking cock.

I shared my fantasy where we would be telling each other where we were on the edge wave, how close to finishing. Pulling precum. I told him I wanted him really canlı casino close, twitching. I wanted him to leak, so I could touch it and taste. I wanted him to feel the same.

Then the finishing detail. I wanted a countdown Just like in so many JOI and CEI videos. We would get close and we both agree this time we’re going over the edge. Count together. 5-4-3-2-1. I would aim your dick where I want your jizz. You do same with mine.

In my fantasy…we are both done. But not quite. I told him I wanted to see his cum on my face. I wanted him to give me a facial, my first. But also see it after. A raw mansex facial. An d to see my jizz on his face. We would be cum brothers.

I wanted to plan and remember what it’s like to be a cumslut.

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He wrote me a note saying his wife would be away on a business trip for three days. We could do it. Would I? You know the answer. Absolutely!

We planned it well; we agreed to start mid morning, when we both still had some morning wood. A bit of edible THC; not too much, just a bit to relax and get in the spirit of adventure. I got to his place just after 10:00AM and found him wearing a loose T-shirt and stretchy baggy shorts. He had porn on; it was a compilation of lesbians, bi guys, hairy pussy, cumshots, and facials. I’m not sure if he had assembled it, but it was long and had all the right noises of raw sex.

We sat on the couch, a foot or so apart.

I had similar clothing. I wanted to be an exhibitionist, so I made sure I could easily show a bit of cockhead once I started to harden. He let his cock poke out from the bottom of his shorts, as the sounds of orgasms came and went through the room from the porn. I pulled my cock out the top of my shorts, letting the waistband ride the rim of my head. I was dripping already from the anticipation, and I put my finger to the top of the precum droplet, and pulled a string upwards, showing him my tongue as I licked my fingertip.

He pulled more of his dick out the bottom leg of his shorts, and grabbed the bottom of the shaft, slowly pulling upwards along the base to milk a nice drop up to the cock head tip. He repeated what I’d done, creating a string of precum. But he didn’t lick it. He moved his finger to about an inch from my lips. I understood…without words he was asking what I wanted. I angled my head forward and wiped my lips with his wet finger tip.

As he moved his finger away, I could feel the coolness of the wet. I took a deep breath and told him…told him that I had scooped some of his cum before I’d had a shower. I could see him squirm…it had had some sort of erotic effect.

Our pants dropped to the floor, and I was simply in pure erotic heaven enjoying the sight of him playing with his cock and balls, knowing that he was giving me a show. He was driving me crazy, and I wanted to outdo him.

I stood up and brought my cock to within an inch of his face, he remained seated on the couch, slowly pulling on his shaft. I yanked upwards from the base of my shaft, successfully creating another droplet of precum. This time, he put his own finger out and touched the drop. He brought his finger to his lips, but then, surprising me, he moved his lips to the droplet and kissed it, wiping the precum across his lips, showing me the glossy outcome of his action.

I turned the dial up a notch-I put my leg on the couch, and with my cock very close to his face, I started jerking in earnest. He did likewise in response, sitting on the couch but his arm was in full tugging motion. I started getting harder, and knew we would not last long if we just kept at it.

I asked him if he was ready to do what we’d planned. Yes, that’s what I want, was the reply. He dropped a couple kaçak casino of large beach towels on the floor, in front of the TV screen playing porn. We assumed our planned positions. I grabbed his shaft to bring the end of his dick close to my face.

He got up and siad to wait a sceond. He went over to the TV and put on a new video. All’s I saw was the title JOI Edging to a CEI Countdown and the running length of 22 minutes. It started, and so did we.

The video voice was female, sultry and sexy. Mentally, I liked knowing it was about 20 minutes so I could pace myself. No time for accidents! I was sure he knew the video well and would be able to make sure the ending was at the right time.

What can I say. It was highly erotic, and he and I took turns performing center stage to the instructions. After what seemed to be about 15 minutes or so, our instructor changed tone and became more authoritative. She demanded that her tribe jerk hard and fast, and get RIGHT TO THE EDGE and suddenly stop. We both did our best to comply, and when she said STOP, his cock was twitching, right near my face. I was so fucking close, but I knew I had to stay under control.

The voice did this to us twice more. The last time, a bit of white drool dripped from the end of Derek’s cock. I extended my neck to smell, and then instinct took over and I wiped it on my lips. Derek did not know, but next thing I did was drag my tongue over the wetness.

Our boss was now bringing us to the finish line, starting at 20. One by one she methodically dropped the count. At ten she wanted another fast tug and sudden stop. We were both twitching. I wanted to cum badly, and I knew Derek did also.

We were at five. My arousal was extreme and I started thinking about his load. What did I want? How brave would I be? Take it all and swallow? That was an option I had not thought of until that moment.

But we had a plan. And after many hours of playing that fantasy, I wanted that (with maybe a bit more). Four, three, two, the voi8ce on the porn said, very deliberately. At two, I made up my mind of what I would do. I was jerking my own dick furiously and knew I would hit her mark perfectly. Where my load landed and what would happen with it would be up to Derek. I was ready. I heard the number one from the porn. I felt my orgasm starting and I knew that my jizz was going to land somewhere in about one second. I tugged hard to milk the shaft well. The sexy coach said the magic word zero, and then commanded us to cum.

I had decided at two that I wanted a full facial, with enough on my lips to suck and lick into my mouth. Derek arched and groaned as I did likewise. As he did I grabbed his shaft with my other non-jerking hand, to aim it right at my closed lips. The first big shot hit them, which caused me to unload. I wanted his next burst on my cheek, so I moved his shaft slightly off from a direct lip hit. His spunk was all over the side of my face, dripping towards my mouth and ears.

We were done, as we had planned.

I lay back for a second, the warmth of his load still evident. I sat up, and some of it dripped from my face onto my chest. I looked at him; he was a fucking mess, and I felt great about having provided him with a super load of white cum, dripping from his chin. He opened his mouth and licked his lips. I did the same.

I wanted to see myself, as was part of the plan. There was a mirror by the entry way, and I walked over to it. My face was splattered from chin to my ears, some still near my lips. A shot had hit my eyebrow and was hanging. I was in erotic heaven.

I knew this would not be the last time for something like this. In the meantime, we both would carry, forever, the metal images of our own cum splattered over another mans face. And of seeing our own faces, totally messed with man juice.

To this day, it is a memory that I can access that gets me hard; that I jerk off to. And when I do, I taste my load to bring back the full memory.