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thick boy in laceAnd I have no gag reflex either ;)

“Oh fuck.” I gasped as the image of him on his knees while I fucked his face flooded my imagination. The idea of him sucking me, taking my cock down his throat until I filled his mouth with cum was delicious. But it was his next messages that pushed me over the edge.

thick boy in laceI love the taste of cum. I love it when a guy unloads on my face too

thick boy in laceI’m a total cumslut for the right man

“Holy shit!” My orgasm barrelled through me as thick ropes of cum spilled over my hand, a few globs landing on my stomach, soaking through my t-shirt. My breath was coming in pants as the last shockwaves of pleasure receded, leaving my limbs feeling momentarily heavy.

I wiped my hand on my t-shirt before peeling it off because there was no way I could keep wearing it. I tossed it in the direction of my pile of dirty laundry before turning back to my phone.

mr. smithWell, aren’t you full of surprises

thick boy in laceIn a good way?

mr. smithIn the best way, sweet boy

thick boy in lacelol good – I think I might need a shower now

mr. smithMe too. You always make me come so hard, baby

thick boy in laceYou make me come hard too <3

mr. smithGo enjoy your shower. I’ll talk to you tomorrow

I knew I should probably haul my ass into my tiny bathroom and scrub the tacky cum off my stomach before it completely cooled and stuck to the soft trail of hair on my abdomen. Otherwise I’d be picking bits of cum out of it for days, no matter how hard I scrubbed, and that was always painful.

On the other hand, my bed was comfy, and I didn’t really feel like moving. My mind was still idly turning over the idea of Simon on his knees in front of me, riding a dildo while deep throating my cock, and I started wondering if there was a way I could suggest it to him.

He seemed to be pretty open to most things, in a way that had almost surprised me. I’d always thought of him as someone who’d be demanding and pushy in bed; the sort of guy who’d happily bend some young twink over while making him see stars. But I’d based that on his size, and now that I knew what he liked, it all made perfect sense.

Simon was six foot three and pure muscle, but he was also shy and unsure and desperately needed someone to take care of him. He needed someone to show him just how amazing he really was.

A knock on the door interrupted my train of thought, and I was glad for the distraction.

“Hey,” I called out, before realising that I was still shirtless and half-undressed, my boxers and joggers still halfway around my thighs. “Shit.” I tried to haul them up as the door opened.

“Am I interrupting?” Simon’s face appeared around the door, wearing a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“No,” I said, pulling my clothes into place and reclining back on the bed. “I’m done.”

“Have fun?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I was bored, and you were busy.”

Simon laughed, shaking his head. “Are you that hard up?”

“No, I have you.”

He rolled his eyes, but pink spread across his cheeks at my words. I had a sneaking suspicion he liked the idea of being used for my pleasure, that he enjoyed being the one who helped me unload and relax.

He really was full of surprises.

“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” he said, his eyes not leaving my naked chest. “Then I didn’t know if you fancied another episode ofFinal Cause? Steve’s still watching another one of his true-crime shows so I thought we could watch it in here?”

“Sounds great,” I said. “I’m gonna shower too, so just come in here when you’re ready.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a minute.”

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