Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 20:19:35 -0700
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: The Legacy of a Starman, Chapter 10.
The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 10
Despite the steady rain, we enjoyed our morning at the Neues Museum
and the afternoon at the DDR Museum. We had considered others, but some of
them were closed on Monday. The concierge at our hotel had tickets for us,
so we wouldn't have to stand in line at either place. However, it wasn't
the height of the tourist season, so there were no lines, anyway.
Ford is such a sex addict that he begged me to fuck him after lunch
in the men's room of the DDR Museum. That particular museum was one which
showed all the clever listening devices they used against the East Germans.
I thought it was funny that I was pounding his ass in such a place. Ford
was more interested in my dick and load than he was in the irony of the
situation.
Back at the hotel, he called the clothing company to see if we were
still on for Tuesday, despite the weather. He was assured that we would be
working tomorrow inside the Neues Museum we'd just been to this morning.
The company was introducing a line of vintage clothing that they knew would
be hot sellers. "Tomorrow is costume day," Ford related to me. "An
Italian company tried that last year and it was a flop. I don't give this
company any more hope than the Italian's encountered."
"What kind of vintage clothing were they trying to sell?" I asked.
"It isn't the vintage clothes of the 20s or 50s like you'd think,"
Ford replied. "They were looking more at the late medieval period and the
time of the French Republic and the German, Russian, and English empires.
I suppose if you were going to a costume ball, they would be perfect, but
for every day or even occasional wear, I don't see the point. But, it
isn't our place to critique. We just need to look great in them."
I shrugged and asked what time we were supposed to be ready for our
first session with the photographer. Ford said that it would start about
ten, but we were to be there at 9:30 for fittings. "But, that does give us
time to hit one of the sex clubs, if you'd like. However, you may want to
stay here and catch up on your sleep," he cautioned.
"We'll be here for the rest of the week at least," I replied, "and
I'm still feeling jet lagged."
We had an early dinner and spent most of the evening breeding each
other. He got five loads from me and I took two nice loads from his long
dick. We slept well afterwards.
Our driver took us to the Neues Museum again. A guard at the door
showed us to the part of the museum where we'd have our first session. The
photographer introduced himself and an assistant took us back to an
enclosed area to put on our first "costume", as Ford called it. His
description was accurate.
As we took off our clothes, a third man joined us. I was struck
stupid by how handsome he was. The man was the quintessential, hot daddy.
He was probably about 40 years old, maybe an inch or two shorter than me,
with broad shoulders, a thick, hairy chest, and a beautiful smile. Ford
introduced us. The demi-god was named Armand. He had classic good looks
that could have come from Italian or southern French heritage. I tried to
be as cordial and friendly as I could, but I'm sure he thought I was the
dumbest thing on the planet. I couldn't stop staring at him.
"Wanna fuck with him?" Ford whispered when Armand's back was turned
for a moment. I nodded dumbly, unable to break my gaze from Armand's
beautiful, fuzzy, muscle butt. "He's a great fuck and loves to get fucked,
too." As I stood there transfixed by Armand's delightful body, he turned
around and grabbed an article of clothing. He looked at me and smiled
broadly when he cast his eyes down my body. My dick was hard as steel and
already leaking precum.
"Now, what shall we do about that?" he whispered, continuing his
stare at my dick. "You'll never get that big thing in the clothes they've
laid out for you." He moved in closer and knelt before me. His full lips
engulfed the dripping head of my dick. I moaned, encouraging him to suck
as much as he could swallow. Armand's blowjob skills were unsurpassed. He
had me on the edge of a monster climax in less than a minute.
"I nutt a lot," I warned. "Watch out!" As usual, my warning was
too late. I was already blasting my first big jet of nutt into his mouth.
He swallowed and smiled. But, that smile disappeared when more volleys of
dick gravy filled his mouth. He drank again and again from my spurting
dick. But, his smile returned. He was enjoying my liquid offering.
"Damn, Mike! You weren't lying to me," Armand finally said when my
climax subsided and he swallowed the last dribbles of my load. "That's
gotta be the biggest load I've ever swallowed." He smiled and then a
thought crossed his mind. "I'll bet you really fill up a manhole if you
nutt like that all the time."
"He does. HUGE loads each time he cums," Ford confirmed. "And the
best part is that he recovers in about ten minutes. So, if you like taking
monster loads, he always has another one for you."
"That true?" he asked me. I gave him a Gallic shrug which made him
laugh. "You do that perfectly. Have you been around French men very
much?"
"Not that I'm aware of," I replied. I looked over my shoulder and
nodded. We were getting the sign to hurry it up. The photographer and the
company representative were getting impatient. "We'd best get dressed and
get our collective butts out there."
The other two men glanced in the direction I was looking and
hurriedly dressed. I was still having trouble getting my dick stuffed into
the pants I was wearing. For this set, we were wearing uniforms that
looked like they came from the early 20th century from England, France, and
Germany. However, I had no idea how authentic they were. The designers
probably took some liberties with the clothing. Two of us wore flat hats,
but Armand wore a tall, heavily decorated hat that matched his uniform. I
was at a loss to figure out where and when such a hat would be appropriate
in the modern world. Perhaps, movie or television studios could use them,
but they generally made their own. But, what do I know? I'm just an
18-year-old kid.
The photographer looked me over and frowned. I heard him mutter,
"I guess I can airbrush that out." I knew he was talking about my dick; it
was still nearly rock hard and had to be more than eight inches long and
very thick. Concentration was my problem. I had to think of something
other than Armand fucking me or me fucking his beautiful, daddy ass.
Even though Ford had been the only one to fuck my butt, I knew I
had to have Armand pounding my hole. This total daddy hit every sexual
button I had. Because he blew me so readily, I assumed that he'd be up for
something more intimate. Besides, Ford said that he liked to flip fuck. I
started to fantasize about a three-way with them, but had to remind myself
that I was a professional and couldn't let my dick rule me while I was
working. I concentrated on the lighting and the surrounding artifacts in
the museum. It worked! My dick shrunk down to a large bulge.
We struck several poses as dictated by the photographer. By the
end of the morning, he wasn't so grumpy with me. We had changed clothes
three times before noon and each time, I popped a bone. Ford took care of
both of them up his ass while Armand sucked Ford off at the same time. We
were always quick enough that we didn't unduly delay the photographer. By
the end of the day, we had four more costume changes. At least the last
set of clothing was more fashionable.
"Tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. The car will pick you up at your hotel,"
the photographer reminded us. His phrasing led me to believe that Armand
was staying at our hotel, too. And I was right. We changed back into our
street clothes and met the car and driver at the curb of the museum.
Armand joined us for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants in
the city. "This is true German cuisine," he beamed. "It isn't as heavy as
some German food, but I think it is better." We agreed. It was flavorful
and plentiful. After dinner, Armand ask of Ford, "Are you taking him to
any of the sex clubs in town?"
"He only got in late Sunday night, and I knew he would be suffering
from jet lag, so we stayed in last night. And with the early call
tomorrow, I don't see us going out tonight, either," Ford responded.
"Good," Armand smirked. "Would you like to come to my room for a
nightcap?"
We were easily persuaded. I already knew that Armand had a nice
dick from when we were at the museum today. He wasn't as well hung as Ford
and I, but I found that to be a good thing. I really wanted him to fuck
me, and I knew I couldn't take another monster dick like Ford possessed.
Being a gracious guest, I offered my ass up to Armand to fuck. "Are you
negative?" he asked. I assured him I was. Ford agreed. "Would you rather
fuck me first? I really wanna know what it feels like to have a load that
big deep in my butt," Armand said. "I love getting Ford's monster up my
ass, but he's poz. So we always have to bag his dick."
"Not anymore," Ford contradicted. "I'm now negative."
"Really? How is that possible?" Armand asked.
"Beats the shit outta me," Ford replied. "Wanna see the test
results?" He pulled three pieces of paper out of his pants pocket. "Even
the doctor couldn't believe it, so he tested me three times." Armand
looked over the papers that had been presented to him.
"That's astonishing!" Armand allowed. "You know, I've seen a
report in one of the local rags in Paris that said that there is a wave of
sero-conversions happening that seem to have started in the U.S. But, that
newspaper isn't very reliable. So, I didn't believe them. This is too
good to be true."
"But, it is true," Ford and I said in unison.
"In that case, I want Ford to fuck me first and then you can follow
up immediately with your massive load, Mike," Armand suggested.
We traded fucks, felches, and blowjobs. There was a great deal of
face sitting and rimming that ensued, too. But, by midnight, jet lag was
dragging me down again, so Ford and I returned to our room.
"Armand is pretty amazing, isn't he?" Ford smiled as we crawled
into bed.
"I always knew I wanted you to fuck me, even though you had the
biggest dick I'd ever seen. But, Armand is one of my favorite types of hot
daddies and I couldn't resist him. I hope you aren't too put out at me," I
worried.
"Not at all," Ford deflected. "I knew at some point, you'd find
another man that hit your buttons. I'm glad it was Armand. He's really a
great guy. And there will be others. It isn't like I don't fuck around,
too, ya know!"
"I know, but you're the only one who fucked me until Armand did."
"It was going to happen with someone. You're young and very hot.
You can be as selective as you want to be. I'm just happy that I'm the
first man to fuck you. That makes what we do very special. No one else
will ever be your first."
Wednesday we spent the day on top of one of the many tall buildings
in town. From the viewpoint of the photographer, we were the focus of the
pictures, but the background was just as important to show the urban
sophistication he was hoping for.
Thursday was spent at the seashore modelling beachwear. All three
of us had to wear Speedos in one shot. He was going to have to do a lot of
airbrushing on those pictures. As we changed again, I finally realized
that there had been no women in any of our photo sessions. I asked Armand
and Ford about that, but they merely shrugged. As it wasn't important to
them, I decided it wasn't important to me, either.
Friday, we were back in a studio that was set up with an alpine
scene behind us. For this shoot, three women had joined us. The
photographer had the women drape themselves all over us in every shot. I
thought it was incredibly sexist, but this wasn't my photo shoot, nor my
company. I tried to look interested in the women, but my smile was forced.
In my opinion, they were harridans and harpies the moment they were away
from the camera. "You're not that fuckin' special," I said under my
breath. Ford and Armand laughed at my cattiness.
"Personally, I have no idea how they get anyone to use them.
They've always been this way," Ford revealed.
"I was on one shoot where they walked off the set because the
company provided the wrong kind of spring water," Armand added. "Even when
the right water was brought in, they were grumpy the rest of the day.
Prima donnas doesn't begin to describe them."
Friday evening, we dined with Armand again and one of the company
representatives. We couldn't wait for this officious windbag to leave us.
As soon as we returned to our rooms, Ford asked me if I were up for some
sex club activities. I assured him that I was very much in need of some
sexual release after dealing with those nasty women and the boring company
rep.
"Do you want to invite Armand to come along?" I asked.
"It was his idea to hit the clubs tonight," Ford grinned. "And he
knows where the hottest sex clubs are more than I do."
"I want the clubs with the most bottoms," I smiled back.
"I'll pass that along to our tour guide."
Armand said that the sex clubs weren't very busy on Fridays until
about 10 p.m. There was an early crowd that went there right after work,
but it was never that well attended. It was the later crowd that wanted
some serious fucking and would spend hours doing it. The after-midnight
and after-hours groups were the most hungry for dick according to Armand.
Ford reminded the hot daddy that we were young and full of cum.
Consequently, we were going at 10 p.m. and planned on staying until the
early morning hours. After all, we didn't have any tasks lined up for
Saturday. I was headed back to Los Angeles on Sunday morning and Ford was
going to Italy on Monday. Armand was flying back to Paris on Sunday and
then would take the train to his home in Biarritz.
The sex club did not disappoint. It seemed like every 15 minutes,
I was breeding someone new. The different rooms in the club were set up
similarly to the one I frequented in Los Angeles. There was an orgy room,
a t-room with holes between the stalls, a sling room with six slings (all
occupied during the entire time we were there), many private rooms, a bar,
a large shower room, a very friendly sauna, and an even friendlier steam
room. There was also a room for those who wanted to watch porno movies and
another room that was a small gym. The gym didn't have a lot of action in
it.
Despite all the new butts I bred, I always had time to fuck and
breed Ford and Armand. They did love my big, long, black dick and my
amazingly large loads. And at this club, there were several felchers who
followed me around as soon as word spread that I pumped out massive loads.
As frequently as I bred my fellow patrons, the felchers always had some
well-fucked and cum-overflowing ass to eat out.
Armand had left at 2 a.m. after I'd followed Ford's load up his
ass. The Frenchman was well satisfied and deeply bred. One of the
felchers was quick to help Armand with the excessive load. The felcher
spent several minutes eating out Armand's beautiful daddy ass. A scene
that hot was too much for me, so with my resurrected hard dick, I pounded a
load up the felcher's ass. As I neared my climax, he plugged into Armand.
We nutted at the same time. I was going to blow Armand, but he said that
he was incapable of squirting another load and left.
Two more hours passed. I wasn't bothering to count the number of
asses I fucked. When Ford found me at 4 a.m., he wondered if I was ready
to call it a night. I wasn't sure I'd fucked everyone I'd wanted to, but
the hour was late and I was beginning to fade. My recovery time had
stretched to 15 minutes. It was time to go.
Saturday night, we went to a different sex club. Armand was with
us again. He asked me to fuck him again before he left shortly after
midnight. He had an early plane to catch the next morning. As I had a
plane to catch at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, I decided that I couldn't stay
beyond 2 a.m. However, despite quitting earlier than Friday night, I think
I fucked as many men as I had on Friday.
Before I was taken to the airport on Sunday morning, Ford joined me
in the shower for one last fuck before I left for Los Angeles. He was
hoping to be back in LA before the weekend, but wasn't sure of the
schedule. As I was about to board my flight to London that would connect
with my flight to LA, I got a text from the boss. He was going to meet me
at LAX and wanted a summation of how my first two photo shoots had gone. I
scribbled some notes while waiting for my plane to board in London. Of
course, I left out the more salacious parts of my evenings in New York City
and Berlin.
The total flight time was 14 hours, but I had a good nap before we
landed at LAX. I made it easily through customs and immigration. There
was a uniformed chauffeur with my name on a white board. I followed him to
the waiting car and slid into the back seat. The boss welcomed me back
home and immediately started asking a rapid series of question about
modelling, the clothes, the companies, and the photographers. He pressed
me for negative comments about any of my experiences. The only thing I
could think of was the attitude of the women in the last day in Berlin.
He thanked me for my candor and asked where I'd like to be dropped
off. I thought about going home, but decided that after almost 20 hours
since I'd bred Ford that my nuts needed to be drained. So, I asked the
driver to drop me off at my favorite sex club. Before I went inside, I
texted my parents to let them know that I'd arrived safely back in LA, but
was going out for a while. I'd be home later in the evening.
Inside, I asked for a private room. I needed some place to store
my luggage and a locker wouldn't be big enough. The man at the desk said
that the place was really busy and they had no private rooms left. But,
the sex gods were smiling upon me. A second later, one of the staff came
into the room with two keys.
"Both rooms are cleaned and ready for new occupants," the guy
smiled. He checked me out and added, "I'd recommend room 14. It's closest
to the action and is slightly larger than the other one." He glanced at my
luggage. "And you'll find that the locking closet is big enough for your
bags."
I paid the fee for the room and thanked both of them for helping me
out. I chased down the guy who'd just cleaned the room and asked him if it
were permitted to play around with the patrons. He assured me that it was.
Greedily, I pulled him into my room and shut the door behind us. "I hope
you like to get fucked," I said. He nodded hungrily. "But, first, I gotta
take a shower. I haven't been near one in almost a full day."
"That suits me fine. I prefer a good man scent," the man beamed.
I asked him if he was sure he wanted a man who stunk as much as I did. I
pulled off my clothes and he sniffed and licked at every inch of my body.
He spent extra time on my balls and ass. "I want you to fuck me to death,"
my new friend finally said as he turned around, spread his ass cheeks, and
got up on the bed.
He smelled fresh and eager to me, so I slipped my tongue up his ass
and got him wet. I tasted cum immediately. As he was well lubricated
already, there was little resistance to my hard dick as it descended into
his depths. "Thanks for pre-lubing your hot ass for me," I smiled over his
back. "You take dick pretty good. I hope you like a really big load;
because after nearly a day without nutting, I'm gonna spray a monster load
up your hungry hole."
"You can never pound too much nutt up my happy hole," he said. "I
love cum!"
"You're going to get your wish. I'm about to fire already," I
warned. "Sweet ass!" I moaned and then started shooting my load. I
pounded and pumped his ass, spraying a huge load of baby batter into his
deep hole. He squirmed and wiggled beneath me, his hands on my ass kept me
buried deeply. More jizz jetted into him and he squealed with delight.
"Biggest fuckin' load ever," he praised. "I could feel your sperm
spraying hard into me. I love that!" His hands continued to hold me
tightly against his ass, wiggling and pushing back against me to keep me
deeply seated. "I'll be pregnant for the rest of my life with all that
sweet sperm in my hole."
Despite his zeal for my unwashed body, I wasn't all that enamored
of it. I needed a shower and I needed one as soon as I could get away. He
left my room satisfied and with a gut full of cum. As I turned on the
shower in the large shower room, I saw him dash into the nearby bathroom.
I had to smile. My babies are always active, I thought to myself.
Within another minute, there were four other men in the shower room
with me. One of them was a nice looking daddy-type that I thought looked
interesting. He made it clear to me that he wanted me to fuck him right
there. My dick was starting to rise again, so I agreed to his suggestion.
The guy standing next to him watched as the daddy bent over in front of me
and made my dick disappear. The other guy knelt in front of the daddy and
started sucking his dick.
I fucked the daddy for a few minutes before my nuts started to
boil. I warned him that I was very close to filling him with sperm. He
pushed back and held himself hard against me. The guy that was blowing him
stood up and impaled himself on the daddy's dick. Within another minute,
two men were moaning out their climaxes and breeding the man in front of
him.
The fourth man was a guy that I thought I recognized, but I wasn't
sure how I knew him. When I pulled out of daddy's ass, the fourth guy
immediately clamped his lips over daddy's asshole and felched my load out.
That's when I knew why I knew this guy. He was one of several felchers who
frequented this sex club. This one in particular liked to follow me around
and eat butts that I'd just bred. Who was I to keep this dedicated soul
from what he loved best?
I rinsed off again and headed to the bar. I asked for a big bottle
of water, plus my usual cranberry juice and soda. The bartender was the
same one that I'd fucked with my first time here. He immediately
recognized me and welcomed me back. "I didn't see you here for the last
couple of weeks. Did you find a boyfriend to take that big dick and series
of massive loads?" I told him I'd been in New York City and Berlin on
business. "I'm sure they enjoyed you." I assured him there were no
complaints.
"And how have you been?" I asked. "Are you still entertaining the
men when they need more than a drink?"
"Every chance I get," he smiled. "And you already know that I'm a
full-service bartender." I knew he meant that he fucked and got fucked.
"But, today is so busy, that I've been playing bartender instead of
exercising my full-service credentials."
"I'm in room 14 when you have your break. Look for me. And if the
rubber band is on the door knob, I'm otherwise occupied," I grinned. Even
though I'd already given him the cure, I thought he was hot and a great
fuck. I'd consider this a booster shot.
He checked his watch. "I'm available as soon as my relief arrives,
and that should be any moment. It was another two minutes before a
replacement entered the bar. The bartender that I wanted to fuck again was
out of there like a shot, with me in tow. He knew exactly where room 14
was.
He put the rubber band on the door and got up on the bed. "Let's
suck dick first. Then, I wanna eat your ass out until you're squealing.
That's when I want you to fuck me so deep that I'm gagging on it and cum
squirts outta my throat when you breed my butt." That was a tall order,
but I knew I could accomplish most of it. He moved himself so he was on
the bottom. "If I'm on top, I nutt too quickly when someone's sucking my
dick," he explained.
I climbed atop him and sucked his hard dick into my mouth. His
precum was sweet and plentiful. But, within a minute, he pushed me away.
"You're too good at this," he said. "Eat my ass instead." One taste of
his ass and I knew he'd been fucked at least once, and probably recently.
There was a nice load up his hole. I did my best to felch out as much of
it as my tongue could reach.
His skills at butt munching were as good as I remembered them. I
did my best to replicate each move and each thrust of his tongue. His hole
opened easily and within a minute, wanted more than a tongue in it. I
wasn't going to ask him if he was ready to get fucked. I was ready and my
dick was leaking profusely. There was a need to breed here that was
overwhelming any social niceties that might have been called for.
"Yeah, that big, black dick in my ass," he crooned. "How well I
remember you spreading my hole and digging deep to plant your baby batter.
I need to be bred again, just like you did last time."
"Surely, you've had bigger dicks than mine," I said as I leaned in
and kissed him. The urgency of my thrusts were getting me too close to
nutting. I had to remind myself that I needed to take this a little
slower. My favorite bartender needed a good fuck as well as another creamy
load. I slowed my pace, but increased the length of my strokes.
"Yeah, Baby! Just like that!" he purred. As we continued our
missionary position, I kissed him softly, reminding him again that I shoot
a monster load. "I'm looking forward to that," he said between kisses.
"The guy that was my relief loves to eat my ass out after I've been bred.
I'm sure he'll wanna eat your cum outta my cunt."
That image hit me hard. There was no holding back. I pumped a
huge jet of sperm up his ass, followed swiftly by many, many more.
"Fuckin' hot hole!" I bellowed.
When I withdrew, I sucked his dick into my mouth. Ten seconds
later, he sprayed his load down my throat. He didn't tarry. My babies
wanted out and he knew where he'd deposit them. He dashed out of the room
and headed back to the bar. When I walked by the bar, he was bent over and
talking to another man. I smiled when I saw another man with his face
deeply buried between those luscious, bubble-butt cheeks I'd just bred.
Heading back to the shower, I couldn't help but notice a really hot
man with his ass in the air in one of the rooms. He was being plowed hard
by a smaller guy who possessed a big dick. I stood and watched for a
couple of minutes, admiring the big dick on the small man. He sure knew
how to fuck. But, I had to get some stink off my dick, so I continued down
the hallway to the shower room. This time, it was deserted.
However, like the last time I'd visited this room, there were
several men who joined me. I wasn't quite ready to rise to the occasion,
but I didn't reject the guy who was sucking on my dick, trying to get it
hard again. A couple minutes later, he was successful. In fact, he was
too successful and shot his load all over my feet. But, I was able to keep
my load in my nuts. But, barely.
By now, the small guy with the big dick had joined us. He took the
shower that had just been vacated by the quick trigger guy who had been
next to me. The little guy smiled at me and asked if I'd enjoyed the show.
I'm sure I blushed, but I agreed that it was a delightful show. "But, what
I really need is a big, black dick deep in my ass, pounding a good load
into me," he whispered when I'd bent down to hear what he said. He
couldn't be more than 5'4" tall. With me about a foot taller, I knew he
was going to enjoy the hell out of a good fuck. He bent over and showed me
his asshole. Clearly, it had been used and recently.
"Wanna come back to my room and find out if you can handle this big
dick?" I whispered back to him. He nodded hungrily. I led him back to my
room and grabbed the rubber band. It went on the door knob outside a
second later. We didn't need an audience for this.
"You're so big that I need to sit on your dick until I get used to
your size," he said as he jumped on to the bed. He turned around and
beckoned me closer. His open mouth was the perfect place for my dick. I
don't know how he did it, but in one smooth motion, he managed to swallow
the full length of my thick, long phallus. "That's a monster," he praised
when he finally pulled off.
"Just say the word when you want it somewhere else," I smiled down
on him.
He moved aside and motioned me on to the bed. I flipped on to my
back. He backed up and sat on my face. "Get me wet," he directed, as his
mouth opened again and once more he swallowed me completely. I did my best
to get his hole lubed up with my tongue. However, I wasn't sure how much
that was needed. His ass already had at least one load in it.
A couple of minutes later, he turned around and cautiously sat on
my dick. He took it slowly, but he did consume all of it with his tight,
small ass. "You sure love dick," I marveled.
"I love ass, too," he smiled down on me. "Even though I'm short,
they seem to like my big dick."
"It's a beauty," I agreed. "But, I don't get fucked," I said. Of
course, that was a big lie, but I was very selective about who got to tap
this nearly virginal ass. Despite how deep I was in his ass, his dick was
still soft. Maybe if I fucked him for a while, he's dick would recover. I
started playing with it, but got no response. However, his ass did
respond. His ass muscles chewed and pulsed on my pistoning dick. My
clever plan to get him hard again wasn't going to work. He wanted my load
and I wasn't going to deny him. I tried to slow the pace, but he was
having none of that.
"Fuck me! I want your black babies!" he shouted, redoubling his
efforts to suck cum from the big dick in his hole.
Seconds later, he got his way. Jets of sperm pumped effortless and
nearly endlessly into him. "Big load!" I groaned. I was already too late
with my standard warning.
"Yeah, give it to me," he moaned as he felt me unload in his ass.
"You're the guy everyone is talking about," he said as my climax ended.
"You nutt huge loads. So much cream that the men have to hit the bathroom
almost immediately afterwards."
I nodded an acknowledgement. "Is it a blessing or a curse?" I
asked.
"Oh, definitely a blessing," he immediately replied. "Despite the
need to evacuate those babies, they love that feeling of being completely
full of man cream." He smiled and added, "And the felchers love you, too!"
he said with a giggle. "Stay inside me as long as you can," he begged. "I
don't want to lose your babies too soon."
I held out as long as I could, but my hard dick wasn't hard anymore
and slithered out of his ass. He left right afterwards to take care of
business.
I relaxed back on the bed for a couple of minutes before leaving
for the shower again. However, jet lag was whipping my butt pretty
severely. Even though I'd had the room for less than an hour, my need to
breed had been temporarily satisfied. It was time for me to head home,
have some dinner with my parents and hit the sack. I was whacked and I
knew it.
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