I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 4)

... inches below the head to function as a drill-stop. There was no way I wanted him to face fuck me with all nine inches. I used my free hand to jack his rod.

As anticipated, Mike put more pressure on the back of my head, now with both hands. He began to buck his pelvis forward, sliding his meat in and partially out of my mouth. I could feel the very tip of his weapon touching my uvula, thankfully just short of gagging me.

It was odd, but an image of Mike face-fucking his wife in this very boat, in this very cove came to mind. I didn't have time to dwell on this, however, as Mike announced he was getting close to cumming.

Mike and I both picked up the pace. I was jerking the daylights out of his dick and he humped like a lap pet.

... and then he stopped: a count of one, two, three, four. Abruptly he uttered an “Oh, G*d” and something like “Shit, fuck, oh fuck, look out.”

He bucked violently forward and filled my mouth with hot salty-sweet jizz. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was no way to keep up with the volume of his loads. I gave up and let his seed spill out of my mouth, drooling down my chin and dripping onto my shorts.

Mike recovered pretty quickly. He still held onto my head, but he unceremoniously extracted his softening dong from my mouth. Once he had broken our tether, he dug into the cooler and pulled out two Coors Banquets. He popped the caps and handed one to me.

He toasted, “Here’s to boats and blow jobs!”