Here's the finale, you horn dawgs!
He grabbed the base of his dick and waved the throbbing organ in the air.
“Yeah, that’s all right. I’ll just stand here and jack off a little while you’re recovering from my cock-fucking… my hot face-fucking with my fuckin’ awesome penis. This penis turns you on, doesn’t it, Eric?
I began to feel surges in my mid-abdomen that I had never experienced before—sort of a combination of the burning sensation I got when I did my sit-up routine coupled with the clenching muscular contraction I experienced every time I beat off and tugged my nuts to hard and so far down in their sac that I could tickle my own asshole with them. That particular technique always knotted my stomach muscles so severely that it sometimes took half an hour to relax them after I had shot my load. At any rate, Curt’s dirty talk was producing in me a feeling that I had only previously induced in myself through extensive groping and tugging on my equipment, and here he was simply talking—talking me to the orgasm of my life!
My cock began to rage within the confines of his sports brief, and my balls started contracting and almost bouncing up and down of their own accord, simply from what I was hearing. I wanted to reach down and jack my cock, but I somehow couldn’t release my hands from Curt’s thighs. The idea of losing body contact within, even for a moment, was simply impossible to comprehend.
I could feel the hot sperm gunning to get out of the starting gate at the base of my balls. My cock was throbbing like a submarine engine, pumping blood through it at a rate that would have put a sprinter’s heart to shame. My genitals took on their own life and were determined to shoot off at the slightest, and I mean slightest, provocation. I tried to shut down my brain to keep myself from spewing my cream all over my buddy’s brief, but I had lost all control. I tried to shut out Curt’s dirty talk, but how do you shut your ears with just your will? I clamped my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. My whole being telescoped into my penis and balls and the release that was approaching inexorably. What could I do? This hot stud’s fuck-talk was more powerful than the whole room of jockstrap-clad men I’d always imagined in my most detailed fantasies.
I opened my eyes to see Curt’s massive organ wagging in front of me. He began to whack my face with his gigantic cock and to chant:
“Take this, cocksucker!”—-he slapped my face with his dripping cock—“You like havin’ a little facial massage with my stud dick, dontcha? I’m gonna cockslap your face with my prick till your cheeks are all red, then I’m gonna smear all that pre-cum all over your lips and cheeks. Here, feel this!” And he repeatedly slapped my cheeks with his burning meat, first like a rapid-fire rifle, then with slow, deliberate, agonizing smacks. Each blow was startling and riveting; I awaited the next one with a mixture of fear and delight; they didn’t exactly hurt, but the forcefulness and power behind each slap were aphrodisiacs like none I had ever known.
“Take this stud meat!” Curt yelled. “Feel me slap your fuckin’ cocksuckin’ face with it! You like all that pre-cum on your face? Yeah, you look hot there, cheeks all read from my cock-pounding. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out! Yeah, that’s it. That’s the position a jock perv like you should be in. I’m gonna slap your tongue with my cock. Yeah, take these slaps…” and he jack-hammered his cock on my tongue; like a high-speed drummer. I could taste his pre-cum better now—that tingling mixture of sweet, bitter, and salt that is so captivating.
“Yeah, feel that meat on your tongue, you dick sucker. Now I’m gonna rub it on your lips. You like that? Tell me you like smearing pre-cum on your lips.”
I managed a groan of assent, and he resumed:
“Yeah, feel that hot cock… hot cock on your cocksuckin lips. You better get ready ‘cause I’m gonna shove this cock down your throat in a second. I’m gonna face your face, buddy. Gotta shoot my fuckin’ load in your face. Gonna pump your hot throat and fuck it till I come hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Well, isn’t it? I know you want your buddy’s cock in your mouth. I’ve known that since the first day I saw you here in the locker room. You’ve been wanting to suck my dick since September. Well, now’s your chance. SUCK ME! Come on!”And his voice rose in intensity with each thrust he drove down my throat. He cried, "Suck it, cocksucker! Gotta feel my penis down your throat. Yeah, I’m fuckin’ my buddy’s hot throat and he loves it. Take my cock, man! You’re the fucking hottest cocksucker I know! Come.. on.. take my… ugghhhh…. meat. I’m .. gonna… shoot…my load… right….now!”
His talk was intense but it was deceptive. He wasn’t ready to shoot off quite yet. He grabbed me by the close-cropped hair on the back of my head and yanked my face back so I was forced to stare up at him. . He must have seen something in my eyes—some sort of delirious, glazed look that told him my whole being was about to erupt. I guess he was more savvy about man-to-man sex than I had guessed, because he had clearly seen this sort of thing before. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and even as I desperately snarled after it, he put his strong arms under my armpits and stood me on my feet. After a moment’s glance, he yanked down the front of the brief I was wearing—his brief!— and snapped the waistband up behind my ballsac. My swollen and aching balls flopped out and hung down proud, the weight of their rapidly churning cum preventing them from bouncing up and down as they had earlier. My penis, heavier and bigger than I had ever felt it, pointed up and out in a state I could hardly describe. It truly felt like it might explode.
Curt focused his startling intense green eyes on me. I stared back, transfixed. He raised one hand to shoulder height. I cringed, thinking he was going to hit me in the face.He swung his arm down sharply and crack! He walloped my cock— a slap that sent it careering from side to side, a blow that sent my mind into outer space. He raised his arm and slapped my penis again with his open palm. This was too much for me. On the first rebound of this last slap, torrents of hot cum came gushing out from deep within my balls. They leapt out of my staggering penis and sprayed rope after rope of thick juice all over the place. It was as if a fire hose connected to an endless cum hydrant were spraying down the locker room. My eyes were squeezed shut, but I let out a huge cry that echoed off the cement blocks. I managed to openly eyes a little, only to see enormous and copious amounts of my sperm spewing in every direction. Curt was already dripping with it. His tight abs had five or six rivulets of my cum already soaking into his still throbbing penis. His face had splotches of cum on either cheek, and he was licking something from around his mouth. His pecs were drenched in jism; even his balls had ropes of spunk hanging from them.
He grabbed my cock and started pumping it, and I’ll be goddamned if the thing didn’t start spurting more! He aimed it right at his massive penis and used my cum to jerk his shaft’s skin back and forth “Fuck you, buddy! You’re a fucking champ!” he yelled. “I’m gonna shoot my fuckin’ cream at you, and I’m gonna use your cum as lube to make my fuckin’ cock slick. Ah,fuck it feels so hot, so good. Watching your cock spew all that hot cream makes me want to… oh, my God! I can feel it! I’m gonna come, man! Get on your knees and take my cum! Take my cream! Suck my fuckin’ cock! Come on, take my big ol’ penis in your mouth. You want my cum? Huh? You want it? Yeah! Yeah! Take… my… fuckin’… cum… right… NOW!”
He pushed me down on my knees right in front of his cock and shoved the meat down my throat. I felt titanic volleys of hot jizz shoot down my throat, but I was so out of it that I could hardly feel what it was like. I only knew that I wanted his penis in my mouth then and for the rest of my life, and that my cock was still shooting cum, though the speed had dwindled a little. Curt held the back of my head in an iron grip and began to pump with regular, even strokes.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, smeared my saliva and his cum juice all over my face and said, “Fuck, man. You really are a champ. That was so fuckin’ hot. I’ve never seen cock shoot like that.”
Despite momental state, I foggily realized what this implied.
“Have you had,” I stammered, “a lot of experience watching cocks shoot their load?”
He just smiled that captivating smile, his trademark half-sneer, and said, “Suppose I have. Would you like know something about that, Eric? It seems to me that with you, a little talk goes a long way.
