Summer Job Part 3
A few days had passed since my last visit to Mr. J’s house with nothing much to do. I hadn’t bothered canvasing the neighborhood for work, I was making good money at Mr. J’s, and I much preferred the work at his place to what I’d have to do elsewhere. So, telling my mother I was off to look for work, instead I would just go to various locations and masturbate.
Sometimes it would just be the Junior High across the street from home, sometimes further afield. A nice woody park was a favorite, and, if I was on my bike, there were a few bays around where I could play. Sometimes there would be sunbathers or swimmers nearby to give me that extra thrill. Sometimes, I would wander the streets, going up alleyways and walkways between streets. There were often hidden little areas, council land mostly, or an empty lot that afforded me the opportunity to strip and enjoy myself.
During my travels, I developed the habit of peering into back yards, partly in case anyone happened to be in their yard and could potentially catch me, and partly to see what I could see. You never know what you might stumble across, and I was a pervert after all. Throughout my teenage years, I amassed quite a collection of panties, bras, and other items from people’s back yard clothes lines, and today was the day that collection began.
Wandering down an alley about a dozen blocks from my house, I happened upon a secluded little path down the back of a line of houses. I walked along the tiny path, fences on one side and scrub and unkempt trees on the other. About 4 houses in, the fence line stopped. This house just had a hedge and a couple of large trees at its boundary. I snuck in through a gap in the hedge and peeked into the yard. About 20 feet in front of me, a rotary clothesline stood. It was full of laundry wafting and swaying in the breeze.
As the clothesline slowly rotated in the breeze, a row of lady’s underwear came into view! A few bras, a couple of slips, and 4 pairs of panties presented themselves. The bras were nothing special, just generic styles a woman might wear on a normal day, but the panties were what really caught my eye. They were all the same style – bikini style, with a nice skimpy crotch. Two pairs were cotton, a black pair, and a pink pair, the other two were lace, one white and one yellow. They were exquisite.
My pervert brain engaged, and my boy cock began swelling in my shorts. I moved back through the hedge into the path and walked another few yards down. Finding another gap I could get through, I snuck through. This spot gave me a view of the yard not obscured by the clothesline. The house was shut up, no open doors or windows. No one in the yard. It seemed the house was empty, its owners at work.
Jumping into action, I darted into the yard and behind the clothesline. With haste, I grabbed the 4 pairs of panties and darted back out through the first gap I had come through. Stolen panties in hand, I ran further down the trail and away.
Five minutes later I was secreted away in a secluded area of bushy trees and high grasses. I was on my knees and stripped naked, except for the pair of white lace panties. My hard cock was poked out the side of the sexy panties and I was stroking furiously as I held the yellow panties to my face, inhaling the scent of pussy and laundry powder deeply. Within minutes I shot my load of cum all over the black panties laid out on the ground in front of me.
Looping the cum stained black panties on a branch, I dressed, pocketed the other 3 pairs, and headed home. All in all, a wonderfully productive day!
The next day I was due to visit Mr. J again. I knocked on the door and he answered wearing only shorts. He smiled and nodded to the side gate and through I went. Within minutes I was naked and on my knees with his hot hard cock in my mouth. I sucked and stroked him until he unloaded in my mouth, and I greedily swallowed his cum. At just 11, I was becoming quite the cum slut!
He lubed his cock and I climbed on top of him. His cock entered me easier than the first time and I was impaled on his hard rod. He fucked me gently as I rode him. This position, reverse cowgirl, allowed me to control the depth and the pace, and he allowed me to ride him as I liked.
Alternating between fast and slow, shallow and deep, we fucked for at least an hour. We finished with me on my back on the couch and his cock buried deep inside me. He finally grunted, slid his pulsing cock out and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled my self to him as he unleashed his hot cum. It splashed down all over me, the feel of its sticky warmth hitting my body had my cock twitching and cumming hands free.
He smeared our cum together and scooped up as much as he could and fed it to me. I loved it so much my cock continued to twitch and leak clear precum like a tap.
Two hours later and Mr. J had fucked me again, we had sucked each other, and he had given me two more facials. I had become a consummate cock sucker, according to him, a compliment I accepted with great pride. Since the first time Danny’s cock entered my mouth, I had loved the taste, feel, smell and sensation of having a hard cock in my mouth, and a grown man’s cock was amazing!
Before leaving, Mr. J gave me another $20 and asked me for a favor. He was going away tomorrow and wouldn’t be back until the weekend. Could I come over on Thursday morning and mow his back yard? If I said yes, I could have another $10. Of course I agreed, and he grinned and handed me another note.
I arrived on Thursday at around 10am and entered through the gate. Mr. J had left the lawn mower out for me, along with a gas can. I started the mower and began. Ten minutes in and a thought crossed my mind. A naughty thought! I stopped and looked around. All three sides of his yard were well protected with concrete block walls, providing complete seclusion. Moments later I was gleefully stripping off my clothes, leaving them strewn across the patio floor.
I carried on with the mowing, making long passes over the yard. I was reveling in my nakedness, enjoying the summer sun on my slim, naked ******* body. Every few moments I paused to stroke my cock, which was now fully hard and enjoying the sun as much as the rest of me was. Another pass up, stroke, stroke, stroke. Another pass down, stroke, stroke, stroke. This was certainly the best way to mow!
My surroundings were a complete blur, lost as I was mowing and stroking that I completely failed to notice another person in the yard. It was only on a reverse pass, when I paused to stroke again, that I happened to see something move out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I looked up to see a figure standing on the end step of the patio!
Standing there, watching me intently with a sly grin, cigarette in one hand and my underwear in the other, shirtless, and wearing a tight pair of Stubbies shorts was a shaggy blond haired adonis.
I froze as Mr. S took a drag on his cigarette, dropped my underwear and strolled toward me. He reached out and turned the mower off before taking another drag and grinning down at me.
“I’ve never seen anyone mow like that”, he grinned.
I couldn’t say a word, couldn’t move as he stood in front of me.
“You must’ve got too hot, huh?”
Again, I was frozen, too stunned to speak.
“Maybe we should get you a drink”, he said.
He turned around and headed back to the patio, pausing only to turn his head back to me.
“C’mon” he said and continued.
When he reached the patio, he paused, picked up my clothes, and headed inside. Oh shit! Now I was stranded, standing at the foot of the steps. Curiously though, my cock was even harder now. Now that I had been caught! I was even hornier. I discovered something new at that moment, the thought of being caught was fantastic, but actually being caught…that was amazing.
Precum formed at the tip of my cock and my finger scooped it up and transferred it to my mouth. Unsure of what to do, I stood nervously and waited for Mr. S to return. I glanced around, firstly behind me, checking if the walls were still there. They were, the yard was completely private. I scanned the floor where my clothes were, and the chairs, and table. And that’s when I saw it!
Sitting on the table was a large portable video camera! It was the early 1980s so cameras at that time were pretty large. And unmistakable. It was definitely a VHS video camera. And it was definitely pointed at me. And it definitely had a red light blinking rhythmically on the front. It was recording! Mr. S had been recording me?!?
More precum!
Mr. S returned a moment later with a can of soft drink for me. He grinned as he handed it to me, and I eyed his body, scanning his chest and his tight stomach. I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his tight shorts. Standing before me, he took another drag on his smoke and lingered for a moment. With his left hand he adjusted himself, was he making a show for me? His fingers gripped the bulge and lifted it, then released. The outline of a nice thick cock was clearly visible.
He told me to sit and beckoned toward the two-seater couch. He sat in the chair opposite the couch, and next to the table. As I moved to the couch, I noticed him subtlety adjusting the direction of the camera to focus on the couch.
I was so turned on by the notion of being recorded that I decided to put on a show. I walked the few steps over to the couch, turned and faced the couch with my back to Mr. S and the camera, and bent down to place the soft drink can on the ground. I kept my legs straight, but slightly parted, and doubled over from the waist. I could only imagine the view he and the camera were getting, but the slight gasp Mr. S uttered gave me a clue.
I sat on the couch, my legs slightly parted, my still rock-hard cock sticking straight up. His eyes roamed over my young body hungrily as he extinguished his cigarette and took a long drink from a longneck bottle of beer he grabbed from beside the camera.
He asked me how old I was, and I replied,
“11…and a half”
He smiled and eyed my hard cock again. He asked if I often walked around like I was and I said yes.
“You like being naked?”, he asked, and my reply was, again, yes. Then he asked me where else I had been naked, and I gave him a short list of some of the places. His eyebrows raised when I mentioned one location, saying he had been there many times.
“Maybe you were there when I was…naked…just a few feet from me.”
“Maybe”, I replied.
He shifted in his seat and tried to adjust himself again. A glance down told me his attempt had failed. His shorts were growing tighter as his bulge grew larger. He asked if anyone had ever caught me, and I said no.
“Until today” he grinned, and I smiled shyly and nodded.
He asked what I would do if someone caught me, and I said I didn’t know. He reached over behind the camera and retrieved a small tin. He popped the lid and pulled out a rolled cigarette. Holding it up, he asked if I had ever smoked weed. I replied that I hadn’t, and he asked if I wanted to. I had been around older kids and some adults that had been stoned and it did look like fun, so I smiled shyly again and nodded.
He smiled and lit the joint, taking a long drag on it. He leaned forward and handed it to me. Instructing me on what to do, and telling me I was sure to cough, he leaned back again and watched as I took my first drag on a joint.
I coughed. And again. And again. After about 30 seconds of coughing, I looked over to him. A look of lust was in his eyes as he stared at my cock. Looking down I saw that coughing had caused my cock to leak and precum was dripping down my shaft. Without thinking, I ran a finger up my cock, collecting as much precum as I could and brought it to my mouth. I licked my finger clean and, suddenly remembering the muscular surfer sitting across from me…and his camera, I looked up at him innocently, my finger still in my mouth.
His lips parted and he just stared. His bulge was now a very visible rod-shaped protrusion in his tight shorts. He indicated that I should have another puff but, when I tried, it had gone out. He rose from his seat and, having slightly angled the camera so it could see his hard cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts, he walked over and stood beside me. He leaned over and took the joint from me, put it in his mouth and lit it. All the while, his cock was just a foot from my face. He handed me the joint and remained there as I took another hit.
I coughed again, although less this time and I felt his eyes on my cock again as more precum ****** out and slid down my length. One more hit on Mr. S’s insistence, and he took the joint from me and sat down in his seat again. The weed was having its effect on me, and my horny brain was swimming in a fog. He sucked in a big drag from the joint and exhaled with a sigh, commenting how great this shit was. I couldn’t disagree.
He asked me more questions, all sexual in nature. What I did in public and was there ever anyone nearby? The answer was yes. I had once masturbated in a bathroom in town with someone in the cubicle next to me. I had also shot my cum in a park with a family picnicking just a few feet away. I didn’t tell him about Danny, or his mother, or that I had recently masturbated for a young girl, maybe 6 or 7 in bushland near my grade school, but I told him almost everything else.
By now the weed was having its full effect on me and, as I answered his questions, I began to absentmindedly stroke my hard cock. My fingertips slowly slid up and down my length as I rubbed my thumb over the tip. Mr. S grinned and asked me if I was stoned and if I liked it. I replied that I was and yes, I liked it a lot! He asked if it had made me horny as he nodded at my cock. I followed his eyes and realized I was playing with myself. I gave a little shy laugh and continued.
“I think you’re a horny little fucker anyway, aren’t you?” he said, to which I just smiled and nodded.
“You like playing while I watch?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“Wank it for me Michael”, he ordered, “I want you to cum for me!”
I gripped my cock and began to stroke harder. He grinned and offered words of encouragement as he rubbed his crotch. I spread my legs wider and moaned as my pace increased, my hand stroking and twisting around my shaft. I raised my hips and pointed my cock directly at him, then let it go. He moaned as it slapped hard against my belly. My right hand cupped my balls and I grasped my cock again and pumped it hard.
His words of encouragement egged me on, now filthy and x rated. He called me names and degraded me as my stroking became more furious. I loved every second of it! It wasn’t long before I was at the point of release, and he seemed to know it was coming. He commanded me to point my ********** cock straight up and shoot my cum for him. I was more than happy to obey.
I arched my back and raised my ass off the seat. With my cock pointing straight up I pumped it a few more times before my body began to shake uncontrollably. With one final stroke, I thrust upward and released my load. My cum jetted out of my cock and flew high in the air. Three big spurts of cum flew at least two or three feet and landed all over. Some on my torso and legs, some on the chair and the floor. I kept pumping and three more shots splashed down.
My stroking slowed as I relished my orgasm, and I surveyed the mess I had made with a grin. Mr. S was staring with an approving grin and bulging eyes. He complimented me on my cum, how much there was and how powerful it had been. One hand was rubbing his crotch as the other ran over his chest. As I ran my fingers through my cum my eyes locked on the bulge in his shorts.
“Eat your cum” he commanded, and I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean.
“I’ve heard you love cum”, he said, “I want to give you mine.”
I smiled and continued to lick my fingers, my eyes glued to his crotch.
He stood, and the full view of his fully erect cock outlined in the thin material of his shorts took my breath away. He stepped over to stand in front of me, angled so the camera could see. His cock looked huge, just inches from my face!
He commanded me to unzip him and my fingers eagerly reached for his zipper.
To be continued…
Sometimes it would just be the Junior High across the street from home, sometimes further afield. A nice woody park was a favorite, and, if I was on my bike, there were a few bays around where I could play. Sometimes there would be sunbathers or swimmers nearby to give me that extra thrill. Sometimes, I would wander the streets, going up alleyways and walkways between streets. There were often hidden little areas, council land mostly, or an empty lot that afforded me the opportunity to strip and enjoy myself.
During my travels, I developed the habit of peering into back yards, partly in case anyone happened to be in their yard and could potentially catch me, and partly to see what I could see. You never know what you might stumble across, and I was a pervert after all. Throughout my teenage years, I amassed quite a collection of panties, bras, and other items from people’s back yard clothes lines, and today was the day that collection began.
Wandering down an alley about a dozen blocks from my house, I happened upon a secluded little path down the back of a line of houses. I walked along the tiny path, fences on one side and scrub and unkempt trees on the other. About 4 houses in, the fence line stopped. This house just had a hedge and a couple of large trees at its boundary. I snuck in through a gap in the hedge and peeked into the yard. About 20 feet in front of me, a rotary clothesline stood. It was full of laundry wafting and swaying in the breeze.
As the clothesline slowly rotated in the breeze, a row of lady’s underwear came into view! A few bras, a couple of slips, and 4 pairs of panties presented themselves. The bras were nothing special, just generic styles a woman might wear on a normal day, but the panties were what really caught my eye. They were all the same style – bikini style, with a nice skimpy crotch. Two pairs were cotton, a black pair, and a pink pair, the other two were lace, one white and one yellow. They were exquisite.
My pervert brain engaged, and my boy cock began swelling in my shorts. I moved back through the hedge into the path and walked another few yards down. Finding another gap I could get through, I snuck through. This spot gave me a view of the yard not obscured by the clothesline. The house was shut up, no open doors or windows. No one in the yard. It seemed the house was empty, its owners at work.
Jumping into action, I darted into the yard and behind the clothesline. With haste, I grabbed the 4 pairs of panties and darted back out through the first gap I had come through. Stolen panties in hand, I ran further down the trail and away.
Five minutes later I was secreted away in a secluded area of bushy trees and high grasses. I was on my knees and stripped naked, except for the pair of white lace panties. My hard cock was poked out the side of the sexy panties and I was stroking furiously as I held the yellow panties to my face, inhaling the scent of pussy and laundry powder deeply. Within minutes I shot my load of cum all over the black panties laid out on the ground in front of me.
Looping the cum stained black panties on a branch, I dressed, pocketed the other 3 pairs, and headed home. All in all, a wonderfully productive day!
The next day I was due to visit Mr. J again. I knocked on the door and he answered wearing only shorts. He smiled and nodded to the side gate and through I went. Within minutes I was naked and on my knees with his hot hard cock in my mouth. I sucked and stroked him until he unloaded in my mouth, and I greedily swallowed his cum. At just 11, I was becoming quite the cum slut!
He lubed his cock and I climbed on top of him. His cock entered me easier than the first time and I was impaled on his hard rod. He fucked me gently as I rode him. This position, reverse cowgirl, allowed me to control the depth and the pace, and he allowed me to ride him as I liked.
Alternating between fast and slow, shallow and deep, we fucked for at least an hour. We finished with me on my back on the couch and his cock buried deep inside me. He finally grunted, slid his pulsing cock out and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled my self to him as he unleashed his hot cum. It splashed down all over me, the feel of its sticky warmth hitting my body had my cock twitching and cumming hands free.
He smeared our cum together and scooped up as much as he could and fed it to me. I loved it so much my cock continued to twitch and leak clear precum like a tap.
Two hours later and Mr. J had fucked me again, we had sucked each other, and he had given me two more facials. I had become a consummate cock sucker, according to him, a compliment I accepted with great pride. Since the first time Danny’s cock entered my mouth, I had loved the taste, feel, smell and sensation of having a hard cock in my mouth, and a grown man’s cock was amazing!
Before leaving, Mr. J gave me another $20 and asked me for a favor. He was going away tomorrow and wouldn’t be back until the weekend. Could I come over on Thursday morning and mow his back yard? If I said yes, I could have another $10. Of course I agreed, and he grinned and handed me another note.
I arrived on Thursday at around 10am and entered through the gate. Mr. J had left the lawn mower out for me, along with a gas can. I started the mower and began. Ten minutes in and a thought crossed my mind. A naughty thought! I stopped and looked around. All three sides of his yard were well protected with concrete block walls, providing complete seclusion. Moments later I was gleefully stripping off my clothes, leaving them strewn across the patio floor.
I carried on with the mowing, making long passes over the yard. I was reveling in my nakedness, enjoying the summer sun on my slim, naked ******* body. Every few moments I paused to stroke my cock, which was now fully hard and enjoying the sun as much as the rest of me was. Another pass up, stroke, stroke, stroke. Another pass down, stroke, stroke, stroke. This was certainly the best way to mow!
My surroundings were a complete blur, lost as I was mowing and stroking that I completely failed to notice another person in the yard. It was only on a reverse pass, when I paused to stroke again, that I happened to see something move out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I looked up to see a figure standing on the end step of the patio!
Standing there, watching me intently with a sly grin, cigarette in one hand and my underwear in the other, shirtless, and wearing a tight pair of Stubbies shorts was a shaggy blond haired adonis.
I froze as Mr. S took a drag on his cigarette, dropped my underwear and strolled toward me. He reached out and turned the mower off before taking another drag and grinning down at me.
“I’ve never seen anyone mow like that”, he grinned.
I couldn’t say a word, couldn’t move as he stood in front of me.
“You must’ve got too hot, huh?”
Again, I was frozen, too stunned to speak.
“Maybe we should get you a drink”, he said.
He turned around and headed back to the patio, pausing only to turn his head back to me.
“C’mon” he said and continued.
When he reached the patio, he paused, picked up my clothes, and headed inside. Oh shit! Now I was stranded, standing at the foot of the steps. Curiously though, my cock was even harder now. Now that I had been caught! I was even hornier. I discovered something new at that moment, the thought of being caught was fantastic, but actually being caught…that was amazing.
Precum formed at the tip of my cock and my finger scooped it up and transferred it to my mouth. Unsure of what to do, I stood nervously and waited for Mr. S to return. I glanced around, firstly behind me, checking if the walls were still there. They were, the yard was completely private. I scanned the floor where my clothes were, and the chairs, and table. And that’s when I saw it!
Sitting on the table was a large portable video camera! It was the early 1980s so cameras at that time were pretty large. And unmistakable. It was definitely a VHS video camera. And it was definitely pointed at me. And it definitely had a red light blinking rhythmically on the front. It was recording! Mr. S had been recording me?!?
More precum!
Mr. S returned a moment later with a can of soft drink for me. He grinned as he handed it to me, and I eyed his body, scanning his chest and his tight stomach. I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his tight shorts. Standing before me, he took another drag on his smoke and lingered for a moment. With his left hand he adjusted himself, was he making a show for me? His fingers gripped the bulge and lifted it, then released. The outline of a nice thick cock was clearly visible.
He told me to sit and beckoned toward the two-seater couch. He sat in the chair opposite the couch, and next to the table. As I moved to the couch, I noticed him subtlety adjusting the direction of the camera to focus on the couch.
I was so turned on by the notion of being recorded that I decided to put on a show. I walked the few steps over to the couch, turned and faced the couch with my back to Mr. S and the camera, and bent down to place the soft drink can on the ground. I kept my legs straight, but slightly parted, and doubled over from the waist. I could only imagine the view he and the camera were getting, but the slight gasp Mr. S uttered gave me a clue.
I sat on the couch, my legs slightly parted, my still rock-hard cock sticking straight up. His eyes roamed over my young body hungrily as he extinguished his cigarette and took a long drink from a longneck bottle of beer he grabbed from beside the camera.
He asked me how old I was, and I replied,
“11…and a half”
He smiled and eyed my hard cock again. He asked if I often walked around like I was and I said yes.
“You like being naked?”, he asked, and my reply was, again, yes. Then he asked me where else I had been naked, and I gave him a short list of some of the places. His eyebrows raised when I mentioned one location, saying he had been there many times.
“Maybe you were there when I was…naked…just a few feet from me.”
“Maybe”, I replied.
He shifted in his seat and tried to adjust himself again. A glance down told me his attempt had failed. His shorts were growing tighter as his bulge grew larger. He asked if anyone had ever caught me, and I said no.
“Until today” he grinned, and I smiled shyly and nodded.
He asked what I would do if someone caught me, and I said I didn’t know. He reached over behind the camera and retrieved a small tin. He popped the lid and pulled out a rolled cigarette. Holding it up, he asked if I had ever smoked weed. I replied that I hadn’t, and he asked if I wanted to. I had been around older kids and some adults that had been stoned and it did look like fun, so I smiled shyly again and nodded.
He smiled and lit the joint, taking a long drag on it. He leaned forward and handed it to me. Instructing me on what to do, and telling me I was sure to cough, he leaned back again and watched as I took my first drag on a joint.
I coughed. And again. And again. After about 30 seconds of coughing, I looked over to him. A look of lust was in his eyes as he stared at my cock. Looking down I saw that coughing had caused my cock to leak and precum was dripping down my shaft. Without thinking, I ran a finger up my cock, collecting as much precum as I could and brought it to my mouth. I licked my finger clean and, suddenly remembering the muscular surfer sitting across from me…and his camera, I looked up at him innocently, my finger still in my mouth.
His lips parted and he just stared. His bulge was now a very visible rod-shaped protrusion in his tight shorts. He indicated that I should have another puff but, when I tried, it had gone out. He rose from his seat and, having slightly angled the camera so it could see his hard cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts, he walked over and stood beside me. He leaned over and took the joint from me, put it in his mouth and lit it. All the while, his cock was just a foot from my face. He handed me the joint and remained there as I took another hit.
I coughed again, although less this time and I felt his eyes on my cock again as more precum ****** out and slid down my length. One more hit on Mr. S’s insistence, and he took the joint from me and sat down in his seat again. The weed was having its effect on me, and my horny brain was swimming in a fog. He sucked in a big drag from the joint and exhaled with a sigh, commenting how great this shit was. I couldn’t disagree.
He asked me more questions, all sexual in nature. What I did in public and was there ever anyone nearby? The answer was yes. I had once masturbated in a bathroom in town with someone in the cubicle next to me. I had also shot my cum in a park with a family picnicking just a few feet away. I didn’t tell him about Danny, or his mother, or that I had recently masturbated for a young girl, maybe 6 or 7 in bushland near my grade school, but I told him almost everything else.
By now the weed was having its full effect on me and, as I answered his questions, I began to absentmindedly stroke my hard cock. My fingertips slowly slid up and down my length as I rubbed my thumb over the tip. Mr. S grinned and asked me if I was stoned and if I liked it. I replied that I was and yes, I liked it a lot! He asked if it had made me horny as he nodded at my cock. I followed his eyes and realized I was playing with myself. I gave a little shy laugh and continued.
“I think you’re a horny little fucker anyway, aren’t you?” he said, to which I just smiled and nodded.
“You like playing while I watch?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“Wank it for me Michael”, he ordered, “I want you to cum for me!”
I gripped my cock and began to stroke harder. He grinned and offered words of encouragement as he rubbed his crotch. I spread my legs wider and moaned as my pace increased, my hand stroking and twisting around my shaft. I raised my hips and pointed my cock directly at him, then let it go. He moaned as it slapped hard against my belly. My right hand cupped my balls and I grasped my cock again and pumped it hard.
His words of encouragement egged me on, now filthy and x rated. He called me names and degraded me as my stroking became more furious. I loved every second of it! It wasn’t long before I was at the point of release, and he seemed to know it was coming. He commanded me to point my ********** cock straight up and shoot my cum for him. I was more than happy to obey.
I arched my back and raised my ass off the seat. With my cock pointing straight up I pumped it a few more times before my body began to shake uncontrollably. With one final stroke, I thrust upward and released my load. My cum jetted out of my cock and flew high in the air. Three big spurts of cum flew at least two or three feet and landed all over. Some on my torso and legs, some on the chair and the floor. I kept pumping and three more shots splashed down.
My stroking slowed as I relished my orgasm, and I surveyed the mess I had made with a grin. Mr. S was staring with an approving grin and bulging eyes. He complimented me on my cum, how much there was and how powerful it had been. One hand was rubbing his crotch as the other ran over his chest. As I ran my fingers through my cum my eyes locked on the bulge in his shorts.
“Eat your cum” he commanded, and I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean.
“I’ve heard you love cum”, he said, “I want to give you mine.”
I smiled and continued to lick my fingers, my eyes glued to his crotch.
He stood, and the full view of his fully erect cock outlined in the thin material of his shorts took my breath away. He stepped over to stand in front of me, angled so the camera could see. His cock looked huge, just inches from my face!
He commanded me to unzip him and my fingers eagerly reached for his zipper.
To be continued…
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