I silently accepted his recognition of my life’s work, but WTF? On the other side of the glory hole I heard the guy catching his breath. Someone told me straight guys call that “blue balls”. I would have gone longer except it was actually painful to have all that cum accumulating. I wondered how long it would be before I allowed myself to touch it this time. I sucked the last of the cum out of him then licked his cock clean then I sat back on my heels. And I would probably swallow a couple of loads for good measure. Good. I would have something to show when I walked home later, although I was hoping 4 or 5 other guys would add their cum later. The second and third spurts me on the lips. My favorite spot, because I could kinda see it, and then later it would slowly run into the edges of my mouth. As I felt his cock get harder and my tongue felt the tell tale rising of his man-sap, I broke off his cock and said breathlessly, “On my face!” A nanosecond later his first rope of cum landed on the bridge of my nose. He said that’s what a starving man must sound like after spending 10 days in the desert. He told me later that my grunts of pleasure as I blew him made me a stand out from all the other guys who had sucked him.
He was my first cock that day and I was hungry for it. We had met about 2 weeks ago at a glory hole. My cum-covered lips tuned up in a smile proved his point.Īs much as it’s possible for a pig like me to be able to, I love Mike.
“You really are a cum pig, aren’t you?”, he said as he turned my head toward the mirror of the dresser in his bedroom.Īs I looked at the spooge which he had just shot all over my face, I was in no position to disagree.