By this time, his hardened dick had almost strained and torn through the cotton. I reached into his waistband, and tugged his shorts down over his legs, letting them fall at his feet. Sex I gladly accepted. His cock spewed a string of salty sperm across my tongue, and down into my throat. He gave me a beer from the fridge and we went upstairs and sat on his bed as we drank the cool beers and chatted. We laid down next to each other and continued kissing and caressing each other. “There’s something else I can do for you though”. “No”, he said. “I don’t feel ready for that yet”. He stepped back then and sat on the bed, his spent penis popping out of my mouth and now dangling gently between his legs. “There’s something else I can do for you though”. “Stand up,” I told him, as I moved off of the bed and I took up a kneeling position at his feet on the floor in front of him. Once in the park hidden from view by some bushes on a crisp winter’s evening. This was followed by several globs of thicker, hotter cum – each one was its own spermy eruption exploding in my mouth as he took me for his pleasure.
