Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 12:15:12 +0100
From: Jake Summers <jakeonhisknees@gmail.com>
Subject: Swallowing Steve's Spunk (Encounters)

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actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this
story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of
unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and
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Swallowing Steve's Spunk

I am naked and on my knees next to the bed when I hear the front door
close and he comes into my bedroom. He's tall, slim, handsome, late
30s, with trendy blond hair. I've noted before that facially he bears
a slight resemblance to a younger, more attractive version of one of
my dad's brothers. Strange that that should be such a turn-on, but
there you go.

'Alright?' he breathes. I don't respond.

He's wearing a dark blue Adidas gilet over a grey jumper, and tight
blue jeans. His face is as always guarded, a little wary, but the fact
that he's now standing in front of me and I'm on my knees relaxes him;
he remembers that he's the boss. He steps close enough to me that his
groin is centimetres from my face.

I lean forward and press my nose and mouth into the fabric. It doesn't
give - it's firm and really warm. He's hard in there already. I
breathe in deeply, and I hear him do so at almost the same time. I can
smell that `outside' smell on his jeans. I inhale this deeply a couple
of times.

Looking up at him I undo the button on his jeans and pull down the
zip. As I tug his jeans down over his firm arse to his mid-thigh,
exposing his tight black boxers, he questions me.

'How many loads have you had today already?'

'Two,' I reply.

'Good,' he says. 'Tell me about their cocks.' I lean forward and press
my nose into his fat bulge.

'The first one was a bit smaller than mine, but thick. Long foreskin.
Smallish balls. He got hard really quickly. Didn't take long for him
to shoot.'

'Big load?'

'Not really.'

'OK. What about the other one?'

I am breathing deeply through his boxers with his shaft pushing
against my cheek, my nose where his pubes are. I can smell the scent
of him; he always smells quite clean, but today I can smell a faint
tang of fresh sweat. Nice. I can feel my temples throbbing. I take his
heavy balls in one of my hands through the fabric and massage them
slowly. He moans softly.

'He was bigger. Not as big as you. As long, but thinner. Nice foreskin
on him. Big balls, like yours.'

'Mmm. He shoot a lot?'

'Yeah, pretty big,' I murmur against his balls. 'Swallowed it all.' I
think for a moment, add, 'There was loads.'

He doesn't say anything else. He moves slightly away from me.

'Take it out. Slowly.'

I slide my fingertips into his waistband and start to slide his boxers
down. His pubes appear, short and fair. Then, the end of his shaft
where it meets his body. He stops me, and pushes his groin towards me.
I press my nose against his skin and breathe deeply. I can smell soap,
light sweat, and that sweet, dark, male musky smell. I tug his boxers
down slowly, exposing more and more of his thick shaft, until the head
pops free and his cock comes level with my face. I pull the boxers
down enough to expose his big, slightly furry balls.

His cock is at least eight inches long, and thicker than average. He
is fully hard, curving slightly upwards, and his foreskin covers about
two thirds of his bell end. To my mind it's basically the perfect
cock.

'Suck it. Slowly.'

I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can feel
the weight of it on my tongue. He edges his hips forward and as he
does so the friction causes his foreskin to roll back over his glans,
exposing the smooth, sensitive head to the inside of my mouth. My
mouth fills with the salty, warm taste of his cock head. He hisses
softly in pleasure at this, and rocks his hips back and forth, making
his foreskin roll over and back on my tongue a few times.

He slides his cock deeper into my mouth, further, further, until with
a little difficulty he slides into my throat. The feeling is so horny;
as he slides in I can actually feel the girth of him stretching my
throat slightly. He groans low in his throat, and puts his hands on
the back of my head. He hasn't done that before, but it's making my
own dick ooze onto the carpet. He thrusts, slow and shallow, and I can
feel him sliding in and out of my throat. My eyes water, and I get the
urge to gag, but somehow I manage to suppress it.

He moves his cock back so it's not so deep and takes his hands off my
head. I start to suck him, bobbing my head, feeling his blunt knob
nudge the back of my throat each time I take him more deeply. His
foreskin is rolling back and forth with the motions of my mouth, and
he's groaning at the sensation. After a few moments of slow sucking,
he removes his cock from my mouth and grips it between thumb and
forefinger, at the base.

'Open your mouth.' Obediently, I do.

He slides his fingers from the base of his shaft towards the head,
milking the thick tube in the underside of his dick, and I watch as
his slit opens slightly and a large, viscous drop of precum forms at
the tip. I'm immediately at it, licking it with the whole length of my
tongue to taste it. It's very sweet, with a little saltiness. I
swallow it at length and he throbs in front of me - he loves that I
love his precum.

He takes control. He slides his cock past my lips and deep into my
mouth, nudging into my throat. I gag with a soft retching noise, and
he pulls back.

'Take some poppers.'

I grab the little bottle from the bed, open it and slowly take a deep
hit, my eyes locked with his the entire time, as he slowly wanks his
cock. I close the bottle, and as my head starts to swim and throb he
slides his cock into my mouth again. This time he pushes it into my
throat easily, and starts fucking my gullet gently. I become aware
that my cock is so hard, aching and drooling as he face fucks me. I
put my hand on his balls. They are almost hot to the touch, and not as
loose as they were earlier. They feel enormous, full.

I push two fingers firmly into his perineum, and he moans in
appreciation, his cock throbbing in my mouth. He's fucking more
shallowly now, enjoying the contours of my tongue on his exposed cock
head.

He's a bottom, that's what's interesting. Normally he's a bottom, so
he likes it if I tease his arse while he's being so dominant. I push
two fingers against his hole, squeezed shut because of the pleasure in
his cock, and I feel his cock stiffen even more.

'Finger me,' he says, his voice louder than he means it to be; he's
getting lost in how good this feels. Pulling away from him, I
generously coat two fingers with saliva, then get back on his cock. I
press my fingers against his hole. He seems to take a moment to
consciously relax, then my fingers open him up. He moans as I move
them deeper and eventually I'm pressing on his prostate with my
fingers. His arse squeezes around me and his cock throbs, thickening
in my throat.

I continue sucking him, moving my fingers on his prostate with a
beckoning motion. I look up and see he's playing with his nipples
through his t-shirt. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly
open. I can hear his breath is coming faster. His cock is thickening
and his arse is tightening. It won't be long now.

'Take some more poppers,' he gasps. He has the bottle in his hand,
open. He doesn't want to risk me gagging when he fills me. I pull off
his cock and put my nose to the proffered bottle. I breathe deeply
once, twice and, at his command, a third time. He closes the bottle
with trembling hands, throws it on the bed, then puts his hands on my
head, for the first time applying real force and making his cock
stretch my throat open once again.

His hole is getting tighter and tighter on my fingers, and his
prostate is hardening into a taut nub inside. I put my hand on his
balls - they are so tight they have practically disappeared inside his
body. He's really close. I make sure I'm getting enough air to get
through what's about to happen. He exhales sharply a couple of times.

'Here it comes,' he growls. 'Take it.'

He pulls me onto his cock as far as I can go, and I can feel his girth
stretching my throat even more deeply than before. There's a moment's
pause, then several things happen at once that nearly make me lose my
load all over the floor. His rectum grips my fingers hard once, then
starts rhythmically squeezing. His balls in my right hand give a
heave. His cock, lying along my tongue and stuffed into my gullet,
swells to what feels like double the size, stretching me, then starts
to pump, hard and fast.

I hear him let out a long, low moan as I feel him start to empty his
balls in long, thick gushes right into my throat. One hand holds my
head in place, I can feel his fingers twitching, digging into my
scalp. The other is laid on my throat. I gulp frantically, trying to
keep up with the volume of his spunk, and simultaneously I think 'I
might choke' and 'he wants to feel me swallow'. I quickly get it under
control and continue rapidly swallowing as his arse, balls and cock
pulse, shooting his load right into my stomach as I swallow over and
over, his hand massaging my throat.

As the jerks slow a little, I rub his balls as if encouraging them to
keep going. His cock is twitching sporadically now, spitting out
little gobs of cum, which I swallow immediately. I become aware of my
own dick again, arching up against me, absolutely solid. His throbbing
slows, becomes less urgent, more of a lazy pulse, dribbling the last
of his load down my throat. He moves back a bit and I can finally
breathe properly again. He shifts awkwardly and I can tell he wants my
fingers out of him. I slowly withdraw them. His cock still lies deep
in my mouth, his girthy shaft on my tongue. He pulls back as if to
step away and his cock comes out of my mouth with a soft wet noise.

'Wait!' I hiss. I grab his cock in my hand and he stops moving.
Mimicking his earlier movement, I milk his shaft between thumb and
forefinger. Thick, drooling droplets of cum gather and dribble from
his slit, and I lean forward and lick them up immediately, making him
moan sharply. He must be really sensitive now. I do this three times,
rewarded less each time. When he can't take anymore, he steps back.

'Nice,' he says, tucking his still stiff cock into his boxers with
some bother. 'Good job, man.' He's zipping himself up, buttoning his
jeans. He flashes me a smirk, reminding me of a bit of a schoolboy
that knows he's just done something quite naughty. I can still taste
his spunk in my mouth. My throat feels thick, somehow. I swallow, with
a little difficulty, and it somehow feels like I'm still swallowing
his load.

'Well,' he says, suddenly seeming a little awkward. 'Thanks, mate. See
you next time.' He turns, opening my bedroom door, and I hear the
front door slam a few moments later.

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