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... of his cum spraying across my tongue and rushing into the back of my mouth and parts adjacent tripped my own triggers as well. Suddenly there were two men, gurgling and gulping and panting and moaning and fucking furiously, their faces full of rocking, spurting man-meat, both fighting to savor every ounce of sticky sex they could muster from this the double-dip tango they were fiercely engaged in together. It had been better than I’d ever dreamed it could be. All I could think in the wild swirl of the moment was, how can I keep him here for a month or two? As we alighted from our filthy flight, we kept stroking one another, careful not to over-sensitize our sticky, twitching tools. I swiveled back to face him again, and we instinctively tangled side by side, legs interlocked, mouths dripping with cum, which swiftly became the prize of our ensuing kisses, when we could stop panting long enough to do so. “Fucking hell”, I finally managed, “Good, ummmm, suggestion” “Yeah” was all he managed before we kissed in a really hot and dirty fashion. I quietly said, “That was really…. fucking good. Great. The best. I mean. it makes me… ...

... You make me… want more. Just sayin’”. “Me too”, he said quickly, “Lots more, if you’re up for it.” “Lots sounds good, yeah” There was a long pause, during which we busied ourselves with seeing who could lick up the most cum from the other. And I don’t think we had stopped playing with each others’ dicks as of yet. It was definitely a sign of wanting more. He smiled, kind of wickedly and said “You weren’t really planning to sl**p tonight, were you?” I smiled back to match him, “You weren’t planning to really go home on Sunday, were you?” The conversation swiftly returned to dirtier places. “When I fuck that hot ass of yours… and I will very shortly”, I promised, “I want you to be reading one of my stories. I’m not going to let you cum until you finish the story aloud. I want to hear what your voice does when I tease your pleading dick, while I drive mine deep into your spine as you read depraved things to me.” We were both getting hard again. He finally answered, “I’ll think of something to match that when i take yours…”, he trailed off. I challenged him by simply saying, “You better…” This night, I now hoped, might never end.