| He nodded.
I grabbed my own cock and jacked it as quickly as Rob was fucking me. We were both grunting like animals; the sweat pouring from us.
Just before he climaxed, he opened his eno and looked with alarm at my cock, which was right in front of his face. It was like he’d forgotten he was with another man, having been so caught up in the fantasy he was having with Mark.
My cock, engorged with excitement to its full eight inches and being rapidly pumped to even further hardness by my fist, made the truth inescapable.
Nevertheless, his orgasm was already inevitable. Still staring at my cock, with its puckered slit peering back at him like an eye, his balls emptied themselves and three days worth of pent-up semen squirted up into my innards.
The sensation of his climax, his cock squirting geysers of cum while still sliding sloppily in and out of me, prompted my own balls to release their load. I shot strings of my seed across his face and chest, my orgasm less copious than his but equally powerful. He closed his eno again as my semen splattered over him while his own trickled out of my anus. His cock, its rhythm gradually subsiding, made lewd squelching noises as it continued to enter and withdraw from my bowels.
I pulled away from him as he was recovering his breath, still staring at me with a vacant, stunned expression, which would have been quite funny in a different situation.
A puzzled voice over the phone brought him back to his senses.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he muttered, his voice sounding gravelly. “Yeah, I guess I kind of shot my wad...”
He listened to whatever it was Mark said and then replied, “Yeah, sorry... look, I’m gonna have to go. Clean up and stuff before Seb comes back in...”
He hung up on her and then glared venomously at me. “I can’t believe what you just fucking did,” he snarled.
“I only did what you were asking me to, mate.”
Swinging his legs around to get off the bed, he snapped, “I thought I was asking Mark to do it, as well you know. You had no right.”
“You didn’t try and stop me. I thought I was helping you out, doing you a favour.”
“I was fucking half-pissed. I didn’t know what I was doing...”
He reached for his boxer undiess to wipe himself with and then scowled with a grimace, “Jesus, I’ve got your shit on the end of my dick...”
I didn’t like him saying that – I thought it was over-stepping the boundaries – so I snapped back, “Yeah, |
