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I always collect his whole load in my mouth and swallow at the end. There's nothing like feeling each spurt then when he's done swallow the entire load. Damn I love cum. After I swallow, if he's not too sensitive I'll then milk every last drop from his cock. Then the hunt for another load begins LOL. I've had a couple guys wanna shoot down my throat while face fucking me. Not my favorite but I'm there for his pleasure not mine. Getting a load directly down my throat has no physical pleasure for me but the mental pleasure knowing I'm just there for his use is a turn on.

I've never wanted to top but took a while to get the hang of being a good bottom. I LOVED sucking cock from the first one I put in my mouth but guys asses didn't do anything for me. So I figured I'd bottom but it took maybe half a dozen fucks before I relaxed enough to really enjoy it. I like being submissive with guys so bottom was the only "choice" now I LOVE having a guys cock in my mouth and then ass. Nothing like the feeling of a hard cock sliding into my hole and knowing I'm doing my best to get a guy off.

Loving this story can't wait for more. Especially loved the scene at the bar where Fred is being told not to breed him and in the same breath being told not to stop....sooooo hot! Thanks for sharing such hot writing

Omg my favorite

when the marine told me, hey yer not gay, its just sex and that's just a hole bro, now bend over and I promise it will feel good! And it sure the fuck did!

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Spit or swallow? Depends. I know a few guys that enjoy it when I spit their cum inside their mouth. Technically, that's spitting. Lunch time loads i naturally swallow. Well, it is Lunch Time!

fuck yeah! more plz!

Great story! I blow my load reading it and still dripping! Hopefully there are more chapter cumming! PLEASE and thanks @pdxpointperv

Fucking hot !!!!! thank you for sharing, love to be in Jake’s jock (shoes) for a weekend or more! 🐷🦯🐷🦯🐷😈 @jakeryderxxx

God I'd love to bury my face in your cunt and taste all those hot loads.

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Hello beautiful, I’m feeling a bit sad today. You know, sometimes I wonder how much about the future I should send to you—if you’ll become constantly anxious, waiting for my daily messages, not knowing what the future holds. I ask myself whether I should send you the bad news or let you experience things on your own. I mean, if I tell you everything that’s going to happen, is there any joy left in the unknown? But then I think about when we read a book and a movie adaptation comes out. We already know what’s going to happen because we’ve read the book, but the movie isn’t any less exciting just because we know how it ends, is it? I know I’ve been talking non-stop about Phil the past couple of days, and today won’t be any different. I realised you don’t know what he looks like, or the little interactions that play out between us—and I think I’ll leave that magic for you to experience when you meet him. I’ll only cover the major events. I got a message from him today. Just the usual banter we exchange from time to time, but then, towards the end, he dropped a bombshell: he’s moving to Sydney in a couple of months to expand his business. My initial reaction was excitement for him. His business is his life, and it’s great that he’s thinking about growing it. But then I remembered the first few weeks after I met him, when he said he wanted to slow down this year because he was burnt out—from work, from relationships. He said he needed to let his thoughts catch up with him. I don’t think he was lying. I think that was just where he was in that moment—tired, post-breakup, just trying to find himself again. But that was a couple of months ago. He’s healing now. He’s finding himself again. And I think he’s gaining clarity on what he wants to do with his life. Right now, he’s pouring everything into his work. And maybe, a part of him is also moving to Sydney for a fresh start in life and love. I remember when we broke up with Kevin, how I wanted to join the Airforce—not just for structure or adventure, but partly to reset my life. To make a big change so everything felt new. And you know what I found at the end of that, buddy? I found that happiness had been right on my doorstep the whole time. But I was still glad I went through the journey to discover that for myself. I used to think that when the universe finally pushed Phil away, I’d be relieved—because then I’d be forced to stop chasing. And now that day has come, and I don’t feel relief at all. I mean, I’m happy for him. But I’m also overwhelmed with sadness. I sat with it all day, trying to pinpoint it, and I think the sadness comes from the loss of possibility—the slow closing of the door on what we might have been. I’ve been loosening my grip on him for a while now, and now the universe is saying, “Let go.” And the truth is, I’ve had the power to do so all along. But I’m struggling. It’s not easy, buddy. You know what it feels like? It feels like the ache I had when I broke up with Van. Or with Kevin. Except this one feels different, but it cuts just as deep. It’s different because with Van and Kevin, we gave it a proper shot and we knew it wouldn’t work out. With Phil, we’re dancing with possibility—with what-ifs and maybes. And sometimes, those are just as powerful. Just as painful. So yeah, that’s where I’m at, buddy. I’m grieving. But I will let the feeling wash over me instead of running away from it. I will let the pain hurt, because it means I really cared. It means I really loved him—with everything I had. But I can tell you one thing for sure—and you probably already know this: we’re never going to give up on love. Not in this lifetime. There are still so many guys out there we haven’t met yet, and I’m going to keep trying and trying and trying. I won’t let my heart go cold. I won’t build walls just because love is hard. Because I know it’s worth it. We’ve felt it before. And when it’s right, it’s beautiful. You’re going to be alright, buddy. I promise. Love you always. Chat soon xx

I always swallow. How can anyone waste all that beautiful cum that's been brewing waiting to be savoured by a willing cock suckered. Nope it has to be swallow every time for me.

When I was younger and more sexually active, I frequently hit guys second ring. I don't know that I'd describe it as wildly stimulating but it was hot knowing I was going that deep into a guy. I always tried to shoot in there. As I've gotten older and had some medical issues, I don't get as hard (and I swear I'm not as "big".) I also don't fuck as much as I used to. I've consequently not gotten past a guy's ring in a while. But when I'm with someone who is "fun sized" it seems to be a bit easier. Yet another reason I like guys smaller than I am 🙂

I agree I'm married. took my first dick up my ass before I was married. The thrill of cock excites me more now. I like cock better than pussy.