[Street Muscle 501] Working my Gym Bud's Cock Again!!

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I told you all about my recent work out bud who I have been sucking off several times a week. I went over to his place again Sunday morning after the gym. When I got to his place I attacked him at the door, falling to my knees in the hallway and crawling in. My hands reached for his jeans and I unbuttoned them quickly, and I had his cock in my mouth only moments after the door closed shut behind me.

I was so very hungry for him, and that's exactly what I gave him: a hungry blowjob. My saliva flowed freely, coating him from tip to base, which allowed me to swallow him with a speed and a force that I didn't realize I could reach. This time, when he gagged me a little bit, I just took it in stride and even tried to swallow more. I stroked his shaft while I licked and sucked his balls, taking each of them individually, and then somehow both at once, into my gaping mouth. I slapped myself with his cock, smearing his pre-cum all over my cheeks, my lips, even my eyelids. Finally, I sat on the floor with my back to the door and drew him in by wrapping both arms around his waist. As his hard-on was once again giving my mouth a much-needed fillup, my hands reached for his and manuevered so that he was holding my hands against the door.

Catching on, he held them immobile and proceeded to fuck my face, long and very hard, for a good long time, choking me again and again (and, help me, I was actually getting to enjoy choking on cock!). Eventually, as he neared orgasm, he stopped and slowly shoved his glorious penis all the way down my slutty throat in one slow, even stroke, where he then shot the biggest load I'd tasted yet. It gagged me terribly, over and over, as his satisfied hard-on fed shot after shot after yummy shot of gooey jizz way down my gullet. I almost thought I was going suffocate; his quivering dick left no room at all to breathe. I was almost literally drowning in cum and it was wonderful.

I jacked off in the car on the way home, shooting sperm all over my 501s. I visited him a couple more times this week. He left the door unlocked and the lights out (save for a couple of strategically-placed candles). I let myself in (the second time even joking as I did so, "did anyone here order a blowjob?") to find him naked and hard and waiting on the couch. He was stroking his fully-erect prick as he pointed to the floor, where several couch cushions had been placed between his legs. Delighted by his thoughtfulness, I took to my knees on the pillows without delay. I gave him what I thought were two pretty incredible blowjobs, both of which ended with his legs on my shoulders and his hands forcing the back of my head toward the base of his tasty hard-on. That last time, I didn't swallow right away, and after he came, I used my tongue to spread his jizz all over his slowly-softening penis. I pulled it out of my mouth and, moaning like the nasty pig I was becoming, smeared his spunk all over my face as I jacked off in my jeans. I cleaned my face with my fingers, scooping it all into my mouth.

After a quick glance in the mirror, I was off again, still stroking my cock through my jeans as I walked down the hall and waited for the elevator. When it arrived only moments later, it was empty, and seeing as it was late at night and unlikely to be that busy, I took a lusty calculated risk. I pushed the button for the top floor and unbuttoned my jeans, and my incredibly-hard penis, a thick seven-and-a-half inches, sprung immediately out. My hand immediately fell to it and I began to furiously masturbate.

My pre-cum was flowing like never before and it gave me plenty of lubrication as my hand rapidly travelled up and down the length of my raging erection. My head became swollen and purple as the elevator rose, with thoughts drifting in and out of my mind: the feel of the "stranger" as his pecker invaded my mouth... smacking my lips and getting rewarded with a vague taste of his semen... wondering if I'd cum before I reached the top (it was now on 11, and there were 22 floors)...don't a lot of elevators have security cameras? That last one was the kicker; the thought of being watched suddenly drew me very close to orgasm. My hips began bucking as I fucked my hand, glancing up to see the elevator was nearly to the sixteenth floor...what happens if I don't cum before I reach the top; shit, what happens if I do? My arousal grew with each floor until, as it passed 20, I felt that familiar and longed-for tightness, and began to climax. After my first couple of shots, the elevator reached 22, and the doors opened. Anyone who'd happened to be there would've seen me jacking off and shooting my cum all over the inside of the elevator, and although there was no one there, this final sexy thought sent my orgasm to some even higher level, and as I leaned back against the elevator wall, I shot sperm all the way into the hallway. After catching my breath, I buttoned my 501s back up and hit the button for the lobby.

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