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It had been a week since I went down on my roommate for the first time

Tyler, the roommate, was an athletic guy, a former frat bro who played pick up basketball and worked as a coach at a local school. He was tall and handsome with a great body. I'm a short, slim introvert who works at a book store and plays video games. It seemed like an odd pair, but a week into him moving in we'd gotten drunk and started talking about porn somehow. Turns out we're both dedicated gooners, and we'd both been spending our nights in our respective rooms doing the same thing.

It was Tyler who suggested we throw some porn on the TV in the living room. In my boozy state I'd agreed, even though I'd never done anything like that before. We'd spent the evening jerking off under blankets, showing each other favorite scenes and compilations until we both finished ourselves off and staggered to bed.

We did it a few more times in the following weeks, both of us growing bolder each time until we were fully nude, stroking our dicks to completion right in front of each other. I hadn't been able to keep from staring at Tyler. He was huge, and the first time I'd watched him blow a massive load all over his own stomach had triggered my own orgasm immediately. I'd jerked myself off to that memory for the rest of the week, the sight of him enjoying his release getting me hard again and again.

It confused me. I'd always considered myself straight, and had my share of experience and hookups with girls from high school and college. But there was something about Tyler.

The circumstances around our first real hook up is a story for another time, but to be brief, one night we'd smoked a blunt, had some beers, and by the end of the night I'd found myself on my knees, swallowing his load while a cumshot compilation filled the dark living room with flickering light.

We hadn't talked about it in the light of day, but we'd repeated our arrangement every night since. It had become an unspoken night time ritual. We went to our jobs, ate some take out, had a couple drinks, then moved to the couch. The evenings would end with me between his legs, finishing him into my mouth. Then wed go to bed in our separate rooms as if nothing had happened.

The week had been a rollercoaster of emotions for me, and I wasn't sure what any of it meant. All I did know is that I spent all day thinking about him, and the next time I'd be able to get my hands and mouth on him.

Even though we hadn't talked openly, I had noticed one change. He had started leaving his used boxers on the bathroom floor. Of course I smelled them. I buried my face in the crotch, loving his musky smell. Two days before he'd left a pair still damp from his workout, and the aroma had driven me wild. Before I knew it Id been masturbating furiously until I came all over them. I'd left them on the end of his bed after, hoping he would take it as a sign of some sort. He hadn't said anything yet, even though the semen stains were hard to miss.

I picked up the pair on the floor and held them to my face. They smelled like him, but not as strong as I'd like. I wanted the real thing.

Still holding them, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into the living room. Keys rattled in the lock and before I could react Tyler stepped in. He was soaked in sweat, clearly returning from a hard workout. A thin jersey clung to his muscled torso, a pair of athletic shorts highlghting the curve of his manhood.

His eyes went to the pair of underwear in my hand. I made a feeble attempt to hide them, realized there was no way to do that, then smiled sheepishly at him.

"Sorry, I was just going to put them in your room." Intrusive thoughts flashed through my head as I pictured his current underwear stained dark from exercise, a hard penis stretching the damp cloth.

"Yeah thanks, I keep...forgetting them in there." He looked embarrassed as well. There was a long stretch of silence. Why is this so weird? I thought. I just sucked this man off last night.

I held the boxers out to him and he moved forward to take them. His hand closed around my fingers and he stopped, hesitating.

I felt naked in front of him, the towel leaving little to the imagination. I wasn't sure he'd actually gotten a good look at my penis, we always kept the lights off for our sessions and my nocturnal blowjobs had been one way affairs. I did know he was way bigger than me. Tyler had a cock any porn performer would be proud of, long and thick with a flared circumcised head and heavy balls hanging below. Mine was small, four and a half inches or so. He was twice that.

It was strange, because normally I feel a tinge of envy at the massive tools some are blessed to be born with. With Tyler however it felt good, like I was doing just what I should down on my knees, worshipping a superior cock. I'd watched countless videos of tiny porn starlets sucking and slurping on huge rods and always found that hot. Now I had to wonder just what part of those scenes turned me on.

Tyler cleared his throat and I came to, realizing that I was well on my way to a full erection. The towel was starting to tent, albeit a small tent.

"No problem," I said, keeping the boxers and pulling back my hand. "I'll just put them on your bed. It's no big deal."

"So you don't mind that I leave them there?" He swallowed and I noticed a distinct bulge growing in his shorts, too. Neither of us were well prepared to conceal our arousal.

"Not at all. I mean, I've been...closer to your junk then that." I choked out that sentence in a rasp. I could smell him now, the tang of his body odor filling my nose. He laughed.

"I guess that's true." He looked to the bathroom. "I was gonna take a shower. Do you mind..." he stopped, looking more nervous than I'd ever seen him. I shifted the bath towel, my naked skin prickling with the sexual tension growing thick between us.

"Anything." I blurted out.

"Do you want to take my clothes to my bedroom while I jump in the shower?" For a moment I was confused. His bedroom door was only feet away. Then my pheromone-addled brain clicked into gear.

"Oh yeah. Of course. Just give me your clothes and I'll take...care of them," I finished lamely.

As I watched, he took hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I saw his abs for the first time in the light of day, beads of sweat clinging to the taut muscle. He kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving a small pile on the floor. I was staring at him in near shock, hoping he would keep going but still half convinced this was all a misunderstanding, that I was about to be humiliated as he laughed at my unrequited desires.

Then he slid his shorts off, leaving only a fitted pair of boxer briefs on his body. He was clearly at least half hard, the outline of him stretching at an angle to his right.

Never in my life had I felt so raw, like life was happening in 4k. I knew I would remember this moment forever, every detail was being burned into my mind even as it happened. I decided to take a risk, to step into the moment myself.

The towel fell to the floor. I stood naked in front of Tyler, wet and clean. My hard, curved little prick standing proud, pointed directly at him. He stared at me, stared at my penis, a hungry look appearing in his eyes. Reaching for the band of his boxers, he bent and slowly, slowly, pulled them off.

His cock was beautiful. Full, thick, with a broad girth from base to tip. His pubic hair was damp from sweat and sticking to his skin, serving to emphasize the prominence of his growing erection. Fuck, I wanted him.

Instead of dropping the sweaty briefs, he held them out to me. Our eyes met and said it all. He wanted me too. I reached out and took them from him, then brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply, maintaining eye contact the whole time. They smelled amazing, like his sweat, his skin, his cock, like him.

My hand went to my penis and I began to stroke, letting out a soft moan. He was fully erect now and I saw a single bead of precum ooze out of his slit, shining in the afternoon light. I was way ahead of him, my emissions lubing my hand as I pumped away, breathing through his used underwear.

His hand wrapped around his cock and he took a step forward. His dick was only inches from mine now, and he held it like a trophy as it stiffened and pulsed in his hand.

"Fuck Tyler. You're so big." He grinned at that, giving himself one long, slow stroke. More precum dripped, running along the bulging ridge on the bottom of his shaft. I swallowed, mouth watering as I continued to hold his boxers to my nose.

"You want to feel it?" he said. I nodded, lost in a haze of arousal.

"Tell me. Tell me you want to feel this big dick." His commanding tone was everything, hypnotizing me with lust.

"I want to feel your dick, Tyler," came out in a hoarse whisper.

"Tell me how much. Beg for it." Holy fuck, no one had ever talked to me this way. It felt like something was being unlocked, a door opening as I submitted myself to him.

"I want your big cock on mine, Tyler. I want to feel how much bigger you are. Please. Please let me feel you." I inhaled again, his scent filling me. "I'm begging you. Please."

He took one more step forward, holding himself at the base. Slowly, so slowly, he brought his penis next to mine. Our naked bodies were close, knuckles grazing as he compared our size. He was twice as long as me, three times thicker. My little erection looked like a toy dildo compared to his manly organ. Just one of his fat testicles was the size of both of my balls, sack hanging heavy.

He lifted his cock, then let it fall on top of mine with a slap. I saw and felt his juices coating me as he dragged his entire length across my penis, leaving a slick trail as he brought his tip to mine. He circled it, the flared head incredibly soft against me as he rubbed it around my glans. His scent was everywhere, the sight of his cock covering my own overwhelming me with desire.

My cock twitched and I was cumming. The first spurt shot into his dark pubic hair, then over his length, creamy semen coating him as I ejaculated. Some hit his fingers, but most of it landed on top of his wide penis. As my orgasm finished, the last couple spurts of cum drooled out onto his head, mixing with his own precum in a milky mess. His penis looked like a glazed donut, cum dripping down the sides to meet on the bottom. He couldnt have been more covered if he'd dipped himself in a jar of my jizz.

"Holy shit!" Tyler looked shocked, but he didn't move away. We were both breathing hard, looking down at the mess I'd made of him. Without thinking I reached for his hand and brought it to my mouth, his boxers falling at our feet. My cum glistened on his fore and middle fingers, and I stuck out my tongue to take a tentative lick. I'd never tasted my own cum before, though I'd developed a craving for Tyler's. It tasted much the same as his, salty and sweet, a primal flavor like no other.

I met his eyes and took his fingers into my mouth, cleaning them with my lips and tongue. He shuddered and his dick bumped my thigh, leaving a trail of my seed.

Carefully I knelt, knees on the hard floor. He seemed to tower over me, gazing down like a demigod on his worshipful follower. My hands gripped his muscular thighs for support as I leaned in and took him into my mouth, lips forming a seal around his broad head as I began to suck him. Cum slid onto my tongue, hot and slimy. I opened wider and took more of him, moaning as I slurped up my spunk. Semen was coating my lips and running down my chin. I could only imagine how I looked, a needy slut eating my own cum off another man's massive dick.

Pulling off of him, I pressed my nose into his groin, the cum in his pubic hair sticking to my face. I inhaled deeply. He smelled even better than I'd imagined, a rich masculine odor, his sweat covering my cheeks and forehead, marking me as his.

Moving under him, I started licking the bottom of his length in long wet laps, cum smearing as my tongue ran over hard ridges and swollen veins. Thick white goo slid down my throat and dripped on my chest, running down my belly. His heavy member slid across my face as I worked from swollen balls to slit, gathering the creamy liquid to the top then watching as it slid down. I was his sloppy little whore, his personal cumslut, suckling on his soaked penis with no shame. My only goal was to make him feel good.

He grunted as the first pulse of his orgasm took him. A rope of cum splashed onto my neck and I moved quickly, taking him back into my mouth as deep as I could. He started shooting, filling me, cum covering my teeth, my tongue, the roof of my mouth. I swallowed but there was so much it spilled out around my lips, adding to the dripping mess already covering me.

His hips bucked and his hand went to my head, thrusting deep. I gagged and spit up more cum, a froth of bubbling semen and saliva building up as he pumped my throat. He was dominating me, taking what he wanted while I held on for dear life, desparate to please him.

Finally his climax began to subside and he looked down, a film of lust in his eyes. I showed him my cum-covered tongue then swallowed and began to clean his sensitive cock with gentle licks and sucks, bathing him with my hot mouth.

"Fuck, that was so fucking hot. That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." His legs were shaking, weak from his explosive orgasm. For the first time I used my hands, softly squeezing him to make sure I drained every drop. Giving his slit a final kiss, I gathered his sweaty clothes from the floor and stood up.

"I think you need another shower," he said, laughing at my disheveled appearance. I looked into the hallway mirror. I was absolutely wrecked, fluids of all descriptions covering my face, neck and chest. Without a word I walked back in the bathroom, feeling his eyes on my smooth, round ass.

"Come on then," I said, turning the water on. "You need one too and I think I might have missed a spot just now."

My heart was pounding in my chest. It was 20 minutes since I'd received my first text from Maria, something I'd been obsessing over for the last three days. Nights, really. Three nights before, through a series of unplanned and extremely unexpected events, I'd ended up in the walk-in shower of my friend's insanely hot mom, having the best sex of my young life.

*Leo told me you have the day off. The house is empty and I have a little time. I'll be by the pool. XO*

She included a selfie, tanned arm squeezing her milf tits together. She was wearing the same tiny yellow bikini she'd been wearing when she caught me about to get myself off in her private bath. God, she was fucking sexy.

I took a lightning fast shower and jumped in my car. On the way over I was wracked by waves of extreme anxiety and horny relief. The past few days had seemed like a blur as I had to keep my secret from Leo, but I also couldn't stop obsessing over the mind blowing night his mother and I had shared. Visions of Maria's naked body posed at the bathroom door, of her lips at the base of my cock while she drained me, eyes shining, and her passionate cries as I'd made her squirt all over me.

I'd seen her briefly, as I picked Leo up the day before. She'd greeted me politely, just like she had before our tryst, no sign that just days before she'd been instructing me to pump my cum into her from behind.

It didn't help that I hadn't jerked off since. Well, once, right after I got home that night. But I'd been hoping against hope that she would call, terrified that call would come immediately after I relieved myself. I wanted to make sure I didn't disappoint her. Now my dick felt like a live grenade as the car tires crunched on the gravel

I parked and walked around the house, adjusting my shorts as I saw Maria, face down on a large flat futon, motionless as she soaked up the sun. Drawing near, I cleared my throat.

"Hi, Maria, I mean, ma'am." God dammit, I'd prepared a thousand smooth lines, but here I was sounding like a school kid.

She raised herself up on one elbow and smiled up at me, all white teeth and dimples and curves and I relaxed a little. She seemed genuinely happy to see me.

"Hi yourself, honey! I'm so glad you had time to come over." As if I wouldn't have jumped out of an airplane with no parachute to get here. She held out a brown bottle. "Would you mind oiling me up, Danny? There's just so much to cover, I need some help."

No small talk. That was fine. She turned onto her back as I sat on the edge of the outdoor bed and took the bottle. Coconut oil. It smelled good. I put some on my hands and cautiously began to rub it onto Maria's stomach in small circles.

"Mmm, that feels good, honey. Feel free to rub it all over, I'm sure I missed a few spots." Taking the hint, I began to rub harder and in bigger circles, massaging her stomach, her arms, her shoulders. She made little sounds of contentment as I worked, but I avoided the soft pillows of her breasts stretching the yellow bikini top. I planned to show that she wasn't the only one who knew how to tease. Little did I know.

Just as she was starting to fidget, I applied more oil and slid my hands under the small yellow cups, finding her nipples as she arched into my kneading hands. Maria reached out and her fingers found my crotch, squeezing at the hard bulge underneath my shorts. She frowned.

"Honey, I wish you would get comfortable. You're definitely overdressed." I quickly shimmied off the shorts and my shirt, returning my attention to her stiffening nipples. She applied some oil of her own, wrapping her fingers around my erection and beginning to slowly, gently move them up and down. God. Damn. It was happening. I started looking for shapes in the clouds, anything to prolong my inevitable orgasm.

"I've been thinking about you, Danny," she said, looking at me through aviator sunglasses.

"All good things, I hope." She laughed.

"Yes, of course, honey! I've been thinking about all the fun we could have this summer." Her nipples were stiffening points now, responding to my attention.

"Me too," I replied, remembering the seventy two hours of non-stop fantasies I'd just indulged in.

"I'll bet you have." She squeezed me hard and pumped me from base to tip fast. I grunted, eyes rolling. "But I don't want you getting any silly ideas about us. You understand? This is just summer fun. And we can't let Leo know, can we?"

"Yes ma'am. I mean no ma'am!" She chuckled.

"Good boy." She sat up next to me and looked down at her hand gripping my shaft with the expert eye of a connoisseur, whistling with appreciation "I think you've been saving yourself up for me. Have you gotten yourself off since...the other day?"

"No ma'am. Uh, only once ma'am. I couldn't help it. But it's been three days now." My balls felt like a boiling teapot.

"Good boyyyy. Boys who save their appetite get to have dessert. Do you like dessert, Danny?" My head was spinning, very few neurons left over to decipher metaphors.

"Dessert, ma'am?" She laughed again and removed her hand from me, leaving my hard-on in actual pain from the lack of stimulation. I gritted my teeth, determined to follow her experienced lead. But it was hard.

"Why don't you oil my backside, honey." She lay back down on her stomach. Hips slightly raised, she presented her ass to me, soft round cheeks swallowing the overburdened yellow thong.

Two of my braincells knocked into each other and I figured it out. I remembered her bent over, hands against the wall, puckered hole winking at me in the steamy shower. Dessert. Yeah, I was pretty sure I was ready for dessert.

I straddled her, doing my best not to let my penis touch anything. Anything might push me over, ending our play prematurely. Warm oil drizzled onto her cheeks and I began to massage them, working them like two big balls of dough. As I worked her cheeks I moved in to the center until I had her spread, thumbs just avoiding the hole covered by the thong. She let me enjoy that for a few minutes, mming and ahhing for the crowd.

Her hips had been slowly rising toward me, but now she got to her knees, face still on the cushion, and slid the bikini over her butt, letting it settle around her knees. She was face down, ass up, and I could see her pussy slick with excitement.

"Why don't you go ahead and eat, honey? I know you want to."

I buried my face, licking along her slit then moving to tongue the clitoris nestled in her wet folds.

"Oh, honey, you're making mommy feel good." My balls ached as my hard penis dangled in the air, throbbing as she called herself mommy. It was driving me to distraction, making me want to give her any fucking thing she wanted. Especially if it was my load.

I was staring right at her asshole an inch away, nose poking it. It smelled...good. Musky but good. Very good, actually. I sat up a little, hesitating for just a moment before letting a string of saliva fall directly onto it, moving my thumb to rub her clit as I licked her there for the first time. Maria let out a low moan, pushing onto my mouth.

"That's what mommy wants, baby. Just like that." I struck up a rhythm, bathing her slick asshole while I circled her clit, juices beginning to run down my thumb. Her pussy, her ass and the coconut oil made a potent cocktail and I licked and sucked her most private area like I was eating, well, cake.

I slipped my middle finger into her vagina and found her spot, curling against it. Now I was stimulating every part of her, urgent moans filling my ears.

"Baby, fuck, baby! You're going to make mommy cum so good." I kept it up and it wasn't long before I felt my hand and mouth bathed in her cum, pussy tightening on my finger. Her pucker pulsed with her pussy, pelvic floor contracting with the force of her release.

As she came down she didn't move, keeping her posture as she looked back at me, breathing hard.

"Fuck me, Danny." I was already there. I let my cock slap between her cheeks, rubbing it down along her asshole until my head found purchase in her pussy and I pushed in. I saw stars, heaven, her still-quivering vagina squeezing me in soaking waves. I pumped slowly once, twice, three times and I was done.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, Maria, I'm going to fucking...cum!" Three days was the longest I'd gone without nutting as far back as I could remember, since the first time, probably, but it felt like a year's worth of semen was being sucked out of me directly into her womb. I grabbed her hips, burying myself as I lost control, bucking into her like an animal claiming its mate. I think I was yelling, a mix of incoherent sounds and her name.

She took it like a champ, riding me as I lost my mind. I came down from orbit, panting and ashamed.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. You just feel so good." I was still gripping her tight, buried to the hilt.

"Never apologize for cumming in my pussy, honey. I fucking love it." She moved her hips in circles. She was so wet, so hot. My cock had softened a little, but what she said next got me back in the fight. "Stick a finger in mommy's ass and keep fucking me, baby."

That cleared my head. What did I have to be ashamed about? That the hottest milf ever just let me bust in her? I started moving again, steady strokes that had her booty bouncing on me. I could feel that my erection wasn't at full strength yet, but it would be. Maria had narrowed down my refractory period to near zero.

Her asshole was still slick with spit and oil, fat booty pointed directly at me. My left hand went to her and I rubbed my forefinger in circles, spreading the lube. She moaned.

"Fucking do it!" Alright then. I slipped in with surprising ease, practically sucked in by her snug anus. It was my first time, and I was surprised to discover that I could actually feel my penis moving inside her. I flexed my finger experimentally against my thrusting shaft and she groaned.

"Unnnghhh, fuck yes." I flexed again, applying gentle pressure along my length. It also helped give my still recovering erection support.

"You like that?" I said.

"Y...yes baby. And call me mommy." There it was. I felt a surge of confidence as our bodies slapped together, each giving as good as we got.

"You look good with my finger in your ass, mommy," I said, and brought my right hand down on her cheek with a sharp slap. She went feral.

Maria's pussy, already wet, immediately soaked me. She started making primitive grunts as I brought my hand down again, and I had to go up on one knee to help keep her in position. Smack! and my palm struck again, a growing blush of red spreading quickly. I kept my buried finger pressing down as my penis swelled, filling her pussy as I pounded her out. In fact I was using my finger for a grip, pulling her back onto me.

"Are you going to cum for me, mommy? Are you going to cum all over my cock?" Another hard slap.

"Yes baby. Your big cock is going to make me squirt." Slap.

"I want to feel you cum. You're being such a good slut for me, mommy." One more hard spank and she was cumming hard.

Squirt soaked my pubic hair and legs, spraying all over the cushioned patio furniture. We'd have to flip that. With a finger inside her I could really feel her kegels contracting and releasing, vagina squeezing me so hard she almost forced me out. I managed to stay in, holding on as she shivered and squirmed, crying out my name in ragged gasps.

There aren't many better feelings for a man than having a beautiful woman say your name as you make her cum. I leaned back and took in the scene, feeling like a god among men.

Maria was still in the grip of her orgasm, aftershocks causing her to shake. There I was, balls deep, finger buried in her ass, when I heard the sound of an engine and car tires on the driveway.

"Somebody's here!" I yelled, afraid to pull out too fast and hurt her. She looked up, peering through the large glass windows. We both got a glimpse of a white Range Rover and she laughed, falling forward and pulling her bikini up to barely cover herself.

"That's just Angela. We're attending a gallery opening this afternoon and I guess she decided to pop over a little early. Naughty girl." I sprang to my feet and pulled my shorts on, hopping and tripping in haste. Before I could get my shirt off the ground, the patio door slid open and Angela walked out.

She was a striking blond with long, toned legs and a slender athletic build. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she wore a blue floral sundress, 3" heels and an enormous diamond wedding ring. Rich people.

"Angela!" Maria stood and greeted her friend, exchanging quick pecks on the cheek. I noticed Angela's eyes on me, sizing me up, and swallowed hard. There was no way she didn't know what was up, the lounge looked like it had been hit by a water balloon and Maria and I were both flushed and sweating.

"Angela, this is Danny, the young man I told you about. Danny, this is Angela, she's a good friend of mine. We play tennis, go shopping and share...other interests as well." She winked at me. Her casual demeanor put me at ease, but it was still quite nerve wracking.

"Hello, ma'am," I said, reaching to shake her hand. She cocked an eye at me, but went in past my hand and gave each of my cheeks a kiss, lingering a bit longer than was necessary. I wasn't complaining, in fact I felt blood rush to my cheeks as I blushed.

"Damn, Maria, is he always this polite?" Maria giggled and took my still extended hand, pulling me into an embrace.

"Not always! He just needs a little encouragement." Maria pressed her sun warmed, oiled body against mine and brought my face down to hers. Our lips met and she moaned into me, tongue flicking playfully. Angela was only a couple feet away, watching, but Maria was just too soft, smelled too good, and I kissed her back.

Instinctually one hand wrapped itself in the hair at the back of her neck while the other found her round, reddened bottom. Maria seemed to melt into me, our bodies straining together, enjoying the much needed aftercare we'd been denied. And if I'm being honest, having an audience was turning me on like crazy. I'd never done anything like this, never even imagined it, but now I found my eyes moving to Angela's, staring boldly as I devoured her friend's mouth and gripped her voluptuous body.

It was Angela's turn to blush now, biting her lip as she watched. I saw her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her dress, and for the first time, I started to believe I might actually be kind of a stud.

Finally Maria broke free, nipping my lip as she did.

"Well, good for you bitch," said Angela, but her sarcastic tone was clearly humorous, a joke between old friends. "Now go put some clothes on and leave your boy toy alone."

"Alone with you?" Maria looked back and forth between us, an exaggerated expression of suspicion on her pretty face. "Careful Danny, I wouldn't want you to be taken advantage of."

Laughing, she went into the house without a backward glance, wide hips swaying. Angela and I stood together. Awkwardly I bent and put on my shirt. Angela came right up to me, almost touching. She smelled good, some kind of expensive perfume. In her heels she was almost as tall as me, a stark contrast to Maria's shorty, curvy frame.

"Maria has wonderful things to say about you, Danny." She looked down at the wet stain on the pool chair, then back to me, that perfectly manicured eyebrow arching again. "And Maria has excellent taste."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, doing my best to hold my own. "I...its nice to meet you, too "

"Jesus fucking christ," she said, eyes rolling. "Let's hope you drop the shocked ingenue act by the next time I see you."

We made eye contact, and I jumped as her slender hand snaked into my shorts. She started pumping my head with quick, firm strokes, twisting her palm. I was still wet from Maria's orgasm and my knees buckled from the intense sensation.

Without stopping, she took my left hand and held it to her face, inhaling, then licked the same finger I'd had in Maria's ass. I was stunned. It seemed this well bred, wealthy woman had a freaky side.

"Maria and I are part of a group, gal pals if you will. We play tennis, we shop, we travel..." she sucked my finger all the way into her mouth, tongue moving in hot waves along its length, then let it slide out, licking her lips. "And we fuck."

"Ah...!" Her hand twisted on my cock once more and I was cumming, spurting molten semen into her fingers, my shorts, my hands moving to her slim hips for support as I gasped, hips bucking.

"You're a lucky boy, Danny. Play your cards right and you're going to have the summer of your life." Her hand came out of my shorts and she wiped it on my shirt, using it like a dish rag.

"I think I already am, Angela." My hands were still on her hips, and suddenly I felt strong, in control. She was right. I needed to step up to the moment. Even though this seemed like a dream, I knew that if I chickened out now I'd regret it forever.

I pulled Angela into me and put my finger back to her mouth. She looked surprised for an instant, then her eyes flashed and she took it back in, sucking hard. Then my mouth was on hers and she was moaning into me like a cat in heat, thighs wrapping around my muscular leg. She tasted amazing, like ginger and clove, and coconut oil, and the unmistakable tang of Maria's ass.

"Angela! We're going to be late!" We pulled apart reluctantly and looked to see Maria by the door, dressed in an expensive looking black mini dress with a wide brimmed hat. Angela smiled and pecked my lips once more, then sauntered off, taking Maria's hand.

"And Danny, I promise we won't make you wait three more days this time." She winked and they were gone, the Range Rover pulling out the drive.

My phone buzzed on the lounger and I grabbed it. It was a text from Leo.

*Dude where are you? I ran into that blond you like and her friend and they wanna go out on the boat rn, just the four of us. Hmu!*

I smiled, then grimaced, then smiled again. This was going to be a hell of a summer.

I hadn't meant to jerk off in front of my friend's mom. It was an accident. But in the end, it turned out to be a very happy accident.

It was the summer after my first year of college. Leo, the titular friend, and I had met at state university. Turned out we lived in neighboring towns but had attended different high schools. We'd bonded quickly, spending the school year partying, hooking up with girls, and studying, pretty much in that order.

Leo's family was far better off than mine. His parents, a stay at home mom and a rich business man, were divorced. According to Leo his mom had cleaned his father out in court after he made the classic move of fucking his secretary. She got a big settlement, a generous alimony, and the house, a lake side mansion with a pool and power boat tied to a private dock. Needless to say we were spending more time there than my happily married parent's two bedroom home.

Leo and I had made a habit of going for a run in the afternoon before embarking on our nightly pursuit of girls and beer. I usually showered and changed at my house, but today we planned to take his boat out, so Leo had offered the shower in his mom's master bedroom to save time.

It was a sick shower, an entire room separate from the toilet and vanity, with multiple nozzles, a bench seat, and an array of expensive soaps and lotions lined up on a shelf. Being a virile young man I had taken advantage of those products, enjoying a daydream involving a blond girl with a nice ass I was hoping to hook up with that night. The slick lotion felt good and I pumped away, stroking my cock. I was getting close, working my tip, head thrown back as I got ready to cum.

That's when his mom cleared her throat. She was standing at the door, dressed for the pool. She wore a string bikini, yellow and tied at the hips, along with little platform sandals. I was cringing away in a hopeless attempt to hide my throbbing erection but I still clocked her tits, fat and hanging heavy against the thin fabric.

I turned to the corner, choosing to show my ass over my front, and started babbling apologies.

"Its ok, Danny" I heard her sandals on the floor and glanced back with relief. She'd moved out of sight, returning my "privacy".

"I'm sorry, ma'am!" I blurted. "Leo told me I could use it. I'll finish up."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry I intruded. You go right ahead and...finish yourself up." I heard a chuckle of mirth as the bedroom door closed behind her. Fuck. She'd seen me jerking off.

I was panicking. Would she tell Leo I'd exposed myself to his own mother? Would he tell everyone else, making me a laughingstock and ruining my summer?

I was also incredibly turned on. How long had she been watching?

Her name was Maria, and while she was a beautiful woman, basically a trophy wife, I hadn't even considered her as a sexual possibility. Now I couldn't stop thinking about her heavy breasts and thick thighs, imagining what her nipples looked like hard, and what she had behind that tiny triangle of yellow swimsuit.

"You drowning in there or what, man? We gotta go!" yelled Leo from the hallway. I cursed, looking down at my swollen girth. I wouldn't have time to finish now, we had to get out on the lake. Shrugging with frustration, I dried off and got dressed, hurrying to meet Leo down at the docks. The path went past their pool and I saw Maria reclining on a chaise lounge, wide hips and large breasts nearly bursting the tiny bikini. Awkwardly, I waved. She just stared through her large shades, watching me run. I grimaced. Maybe she was mad. This might be bad.

It was a long evening on the boat. I was chasing tail, staying pretty sober and trying to talk that blond out of her daisy dukes. Leo was trying to get drunk. Only one of us succeeded.

It was past eleven when we returned, me driving the boat as Leo slumped and talked nonsense, about five shots of tequila past stringing together a coherent thought. I tied up the boat and heaved him up, hauling him up the path and into his house as he staggered around.

Just as I got him into his bedroom he threw up on me, a stream of beer and Jose Cuervo spilling onto my chest. This day really hadn't turned out the way I hoped.

I stripped off my shirt and went downstairs, stopping at the sink in the kitchen to rinse off before driving to my place.

"You're really making yourself at home around here, aren't you young man?" I jumped in alarm for the second time that day, spinning to see Maria's curvy figure outlined in the shadowed stairwell.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, Leo had a little too much to drink and, uh, got a little vomit on my shirt. I was just trying to clean up before I head home." Maria stepped into the dim light and my jaw clenched when I saw what she was wearing. On her feet were tiny slippers that showed her bright red toenails. A sheer robe floated around her body, only serving to backlight and accentuate her full, hourglass figure. A small pair of panties were the only thing covering her crotch. Most distracting of all was some sort of fuzzy, silk bra that pushed her tits up into massive mounds, threatening to spill over the top at any moment. My loins stirred, and I swallowed hard.

"Call me Maria, Danny. Unless you prefer to stick with ma'am." I saw her lips quirk and she looked at me, letting her eyes wander over my lean muscles, plain to see with my soiled shirt in the sink.

"Yes ma'am, I mean...Maria, ma'am." Dammit, I was tripping over myself. "I should get going, sorry for the noise and bother."

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you walk out of my house dirty, not after my son threw up on you. You have to clean up first, I insist." She took three steps into the kitchen, putting herself close enough that I could smell her perfume. "You can use my shower."

I'm sure my mouth opened up wide enough to fly a plane through. Here was my good friend's mom, proposing that I take a shower in her personal bathroom. In the middle of the night. Dressed like that. After catching me about to get myself off just hours ago.

"Oh, uhh, I wouldn't want to be any trouble, ma'am. Its really no big deal." I was at war with myself. I knew I should leave, but was I really going to turn down a chance at...whatever Maria had in mind for me up in that shower?

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do. Besides, I feel terrible about barging in on you earlier. I didn't mean to...interrupt you." She smiled and took another step, close enough to touch. I was easily half a foot taller than her, allowing me a fantastic view of her cleavage.

"It was nothing, I wasn't...um...you didn't interrupt anything!" It wasn't convincing. We both knew what I'd been doing.

She clicked her tongue and looked up at me with apparent concern.

"Oh no, you never had a chance to properly finish up, did you? You must be so frustrated with me!" Her voice sounded apologetic, but her mouth and eyes were flashing with mischief, clearly enjoying my increasingly aroused discomfort. One long nail trailed down my chest and across my six pack, raising goosebumps where it passed. Her dark eyes stared directly into my soul as she rested her palm against my toned abdomen. "However can I make it up to you?"

Silence stretched between us, my heart pounding as I made up my mind.

"Maybe I will take you up on that shower." She smiled wide, dimples forming as she took my hand.

"Oh good! I would hate for anyone to have reason to question my hospitality." Before I knew it I was following up the stairs behind her, watching her ass wobble and stretch just inches from my face.

Then she was closing the bedroom door and pushing me into the bathroom. She set the lights to a soft, warm glow and turned the shower on, hot water spraying from the wall and overhead. She turned and walked past me, then stopped. Her hand went to my crotch and squeezed gently, sizing me up. She looked very satisfied with what she found.

"You go ahead and get started, honey. I'll be right back to check in on you." I watched her close the frosted door, then hesitantly stepped out of my swim trunks and let them hit the floor. The hot water felt great after a day of swimming and getting puked on, but I was still anxious. Half of me was still convinced this was all some big mistake, that I was about to get in trouble. But I still felt the imprint of her hand on my dick. It inspired confidence.

Body wash foamed as I began to scrub, lake water and Leo's drinks swirling away down the drain. I tried to stay cool and not get too excited, but my body was betraying me, sending all available resources to my rock hard penis.

Just as I was about to reach down and give myself some relief, I heard the door open and turned. Maria leaned in the door, completely naked. Well, almost. She wore a very expensive looking silver necklace crusted with diamonds, the largest of which dangled at the top of her generous bosom. She had put up her long, dark hair into an elegant updo and applied lipstick that matched her cherry nails. My eyes flashed down to the cleft between her thighs, a perfectly manicured strip of fuzzy hair leading down to the top of her pussy lips.

She let me take it all in with utter confidence, allowing me to feast my eyes on the smorgasbord of woman in front of me. In turn, her eyes dropped to my throbbing erection, which was curved up into the stream of water battering against it.

"I see you managed to wait for me. That's good. Sometimes a young man like you eats his dinner before a lady has a chance to start her appetizers." I thanked god she hadn't waited much longer. I'd been about to eat.

She moved to the shelf of bottles, choosing a different wash from what I had used. She squirted some onto a loofah and looked at me.

"I think we'd better get you all washed up, don't you think?" All I could do was nod eagerly, utterly incapable of summoning anything resembling a sexy comeback. She smiled knowingly, as if she could read my mind.

She started on my back, moving the loofah in circles, getting lower down each time. She bent, skipping my butt and soaping up my thighs and calves.

"All that running is paying off, Danny," she said in admiration, lingering on my defined hamstrings.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, basking in her ministrations. No college girl had ever treated me like this. She moved around to my front, beginning to loofah my chest.

"Please, Danny. Call me Maria. At least when we're naked." She continued her gentle washing, suds building up on my abs and running down through my pubic hair and over my balls and thighs. My manhood was still at full mast, untouched and straining for attention.

She turned me around, letting all the soap wash off me, then replaced the loofah and squirted more wash generously into her right palm.

"I think I'll move to a more hands on approach," she said, and I saw that her nipples were stiffening, large brown buttons in the middle of surprisingly small pink areolas.

She stood to my side, and now she let her heavy breasts graze my skin, those hard nubs catching against my arms while she worked up a foam between her hands. I shivered with anticipation and she smiled wickedly. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was loving it.

Then her hands went to the base of my cock and the world stopped spinning. Her fingers briefly wrapped my base and squeezed, sending even more blood to my engorged member. She moved down and began to rub and massage my balls, letting a thick foam build up and sending waves of intense pleasure through my core.

That feeling doubled in intensity as her left hand slipped down my crack, kneading and squeezing my muscular cheeks, seemingly unconcerned that she was rubbing her fingers all over my asshole. Her hands met at my taint, massaging a place no one else had ever touched. I groaned, head lolling as she introduced me to a whole new world of sensations with her soft, probing touch.

"Oh, honey, you were really suffering today, weren't you? These big balls must be aching." She circled my sack and gripped tight, pulling down in a way that definitely didn't hurt, but did make me whimper, my hand reaching for support.

It landed on one of her wet tits and I grabbed a handful of soft flesh, her hard nipple slipping between my fingers and causing her to catch her breath. She released me and gripped my waist, nails digging into my skin. Instinctually I gripped it with thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as I felt her body press against mine, responding to my touch.

"Oh, that feels good, honey," she sighed, but she was moving to rinse me clean, hands moving everywhere but the one place I needed them.

Once I was back to bare skin she led me to the bench seat and sat me down. We were out of the overhead shower now, but steam was beginning to fill the room, covering our skin with warm droplets.

She chose another bottle and returned, pulling a cushion off the ledge and placing it in front of me. Her knees went to the mat and she kneeled, glittering diamonds reflecting in the steamy light of the room.

"Ok, Danny, let me make this morning up to you. You have no idea how bad I feel about how rude I was." Humor and arousal played across her face. She was way more woman than I had ever experienced, and I tried to prepare myself for whatever she would do next.

There was no way to prepare. Her red lips enveloped my wet head. I felt her tongue lick at me, no doubt tasting the stream of precum that was flowing out of me. Then she took my whole length in one go, deepthroating me while she maintained eye contact the whole time.

My knuckles went white on the wooden bench as I felt her tight throat squeezing my entire length, tongue moving in sensuous waves along my sensitive bottom ridge. Her eyes smiled up at me as her lips stayed rooted to my base. She was fucking moaning while she deepthroated me, one hand moving to her waxed pussy, making small circles around her clit. My penis, teased and ignored up till now, felt like it was on fire. Honestly, I think I was just too surprised to cum.

"Mmm, you're a good boy, Danny. Most men your age would have have cum down my throat just now." she said after pulling off and revealing the length of my dick like a magic trick. I was breathing hard, trying to relax and hold on. I hadn't lost control, but it had been damn close.

"Oh my god, Maria, you're fucking amazing," I managed to gasp, looking down at her in wonder. I'm not small, well over seven inches, but she had made me disappear with no trouble at all. Hell, she'd been showing off.

"Maybe you should call me ma'am," she said, smirking, and returned her attention to my glistening hard-on. She started at my balls, holding me against my stomach and licking me from bottom to tip repeatedly in long, slow laps. I was mesmerized, but there were her boobs, hanging like ripe melons in a summer rain.

I reached down and lifted one, rubbing my thumb around her sensitive areola. She moaned approval and I caressed the other, both hands full as she took me back in and swirled her tongue around my slit. We stayed like that for a minute, her nursing my tip while I tried to distract myself by watching two of her fingers enter her vagina with a soft, wet sound. It wasn't a very good distraction, and I could feel myself getting close, thighs and butt beginning to flex as my orgasm built.

She felt it and pulled off, her hands replacing mine on her chest.

"You need to cum, don't you, Danny?" I nodded deliriously, overwhelmed. "Do you want me to fuck you with my big titties? Let you cover them with your fat load?"

I groaned, and she grabbed the new bottle, pouring a long stream of clear liquid all over herself. Her already wet skin was shining now, and I looked to the incredible piece of jewelry she was wearing.

"Beautiful, isn't it? A gift from Paul to try and apologize for screwing that slut secretary of his. He begged me to wear it while we fucked, but I never let him." Damn. I was never going to tell Leo about any of this, but I definitely wouldn't be mentioning that detail.

With a shrug, she lifted her soft globes with both hands and let them fall onto my shaft. I was engulfed, my swollen tip playing peek a boo as she squeezed them together and started pumping.

My back arched at the sight and feel of those world class tits about to pull me over the edge.

"Oh honey, are my big fat titties gonna make you cum?"

"Yes, ma'am," I grunted, feeling my balls mashing against her wrists, priming me like a pump. She beamed, pleased with me.

"Are you going to cover these tits with your sticky cum? You going to drain your balls on my necklace, live out my husband's biggest fantasy?" Jesus christ. She was holding her nipples tight, using the grip to keep me snug.

"Yes, ma'am. Please, ma'am."

"You're going to cum all over your friend's slutty mommy, hon. Tomorrow you're going to see me at the breakfast nook with Leo, and all you' ll be able to think about is what his mommy looked like with your cock between her fat mommy tits." It was too much.

I busted, ropes of cum shooting out of me in thick squirts. She slowed but kept pumping as I actually did coat the necklace in semen. She was giggling, loving every second if it.

My jizz kept going, four, five, six, seven cumshots, oozing between her heaving tits, the slick friction prolonging my orgasm. She was covered from collarbone to nipples. As my climax subsided she bent and bottomed put on me again, causing my balls to spasm from the ovestimulation, who knows how much additional cum disappearing down her throat. I shook, body so rigid it felt like I was being electrocuted.

She deepthroated me until I relaxed, then stood. I watched, body slack on the bench, as she lifted each boob one by one and licked them clean, savoring my cum like it was delicious frosting. She was incredible, like nothing I'd ever seen.

"Oh my god. Holy shit, that was...unbelievable. No one's ever made me feel like that." Sucking up one last thick wad of semen from around her left nipple, she sat next to me, spreading her legs and placing her bare feet up on the bench.

"That was for this morning," she said. "The second one is for me. Why don't we see if you know how to return the favor." Her hand was back on her clit, rubbing the tiny nub, her pussy fully exposed. I got the message and took my place between her legs.

Luckily I'd had some recent experience in this department. A very nice girl at school had been kind enough to teach me some tricks, patiently coaching me until I'd been able to reward her lessons with multiple orgasms. I said a silent thank you to Julie, wherever she was.

Maria's pussy was beautiful, plump vulva surrounding a pink vagina, her clit standing out above a very tight looking hole. I put my hands on her inner thighs and squeezed with gentle pressure, spreading her wide for me. Gently kissing her bald lips, I worked around, briefly teasing her before I began licking her clitoris in short, soft slurps. Maria sighed with contentment, relaxing back. Evidently I was doing OK.

I kept up a steady, insistent rhythm, letting some spit dribble onto her to add lubrication. Not that she needed any, her pussy was soaking, and not from the shower. I tasted her on my tongue, salty sweet with a hint of some fruit, maybe raspberry.

She was getting into it now, her hips moving against me, asking me to increase the pressure through her needy body language. Two of my fingers went to her hole, massaging as I continued to maintain my steady pace on her clit.

She was ready, and I slipped them in, immediately curling up to find the pebbled, sensitive area, stimulating her g-spot with the same steady, insistent pattern I'd already established. High pitched cries of pleasure filled the tiled room, and she ground into my hand, seeking her release.

"Dont stop, honey. Please don't stop." I had no plans to ever stop, and moments later I couldn't have anyway as she clamped around my fingers like a vise, cumming into my mouth in a wave of hot liquid. My face was covered in her now and I licked my lips, letting her ride my fingers until she was satisfied, allowing them to slip out as she reached down to caress my face.

"You're very talented, young man. My lord. I don't remember too many men who knew how to do that when I was in college."

"I've never made anyone squirt before," I said. She smiled indulgently.

"You were close, honey. But dick is the only thing that turns me into a real fountain." She looked down between my knees with a knowing look. I was hard again. I hadn't even noticed while concentrating on getting Maria off.

"Come on, stud muffin. Come up here and let me sit on that thing." I leaped to my feet and she laughed again, appreciating my youthful enthusiasm.

I sat and then slid down, leaving my hips off the bench to give her room to mount me. I'd seen it in a porno. She swung her leg over and lined herself up, spreading herself as she lowered onto me.

Her fat lips parted around my head and I felt myself push into her tight warmth. Her pussy felt like hot cream as she worked

onto me, letting out a guttural moan as she took my whole cock.

Her breasts began to bounce as she moved, taking me in short pumps that kept me buried deep. I enjoyed the show, bracing my legs and letting her get used to my girth. She had her hands clasped behind her head, lifting her chest and giving me an awe inspiring view of her tits. There was still some of my cum stuck to the bottom of the right one, so I gathered it up and rubbed it onto her clit.

She watched me, biting her lip as I teased the glob of semen around her button, moving her wide hips in slow circles.

"I had my tubes tied fifteen years ago, honey. You put as much cum in me as you want." It was all I needed to hear.

I started to thrust up into her, watching as her pussy gripped my shaft like a fitted glove, clinging to my thick penis with slick suction. It was a good thing I had just cum, because I wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds otherwise. As it was I was feeling confident. She felt incredible, but I was ready to turn the tables and show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to fuck around here.

She gasped as I started up, her hands going to my chest and digging in her nails. I felt her juicy milf ass clapping against my thighs, felt my balls slapping back.

Her eyes were closed, concentrating as she matched my steady rhythm. We stayed like that for a few minutes, her hair falling loose as our love making became more primal. I was taking her rough now, using my full force to slam into her. She collapsed onto my chest, letting me own her with my cock, panting into my ear.

"Uh, uh, uh ,uh, fuck, honey, uh, you're going to make me, uh, cum, uh, so, uh, hard." She cried out, loud, and bit my shoulder. Her pussy clamped around me and she was cumming, this time unleashing a stream of hot squirt that soaked both of us, splashing off my chest to cover her tits, streaming down around my balls in rivers of pussy juice. She was limp in my arms, letting me pound her right through her orgasm, crying "Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over.

Finally I relented and she sat up, grinding on me in a reflexive attempt to keep her climax going. My hands went to her ass and I spanked her, causing her eyes to ignite.

"If you want to spank me, you're gonna have to wait for another time. That's going to get me really worked up, and I have to get to bed." She winked. "Tennis with the girls early."

Intrigued, I went to spank her again anyway but she caught my hand.

"I'm serious, Danny, you have no idea what kind of trouble you're going to start acting like that. Now why don't you bend me over and fuck your load into me like a good boy."

My curiosity was definitely piqued, but I wasn't about to argue with a woman who wanted me to finish in her from behind. I stood up and she put her hands on the wall, wiggling her thick ass, making it jiggle. I could see her hole now, a tight pucker between her plump cheeks, but she was right. That was for another day.

I stepped up and pressed myself into her as she arched, giving me a perfect angle. She exhaled sharply, still sensitive, and I started to pump her from behind, watching as her ass moved in waves against my hips like jello. I was getting close now, desperate to paint her walls with my seed. I put one leg up on the bench to get leverage and gripped her tits with both hands, using them as leverage to pull her back onto me.

"Fuck yes, honey, take me how you want it. Make this slutty mommy your little mommy whore." There was that word again. I came into her, emptying myself as deep as I could, hand moving up to lightly grip her throat, the diamond necklace sharp in my hand. I felt her spasm on me again, less intense this time, aftershocks of her squirting orgasm amplified by my dominant grip around her suntanned neck.

We slumped together, panting and sweating in the humidity, fingers clasping in an intimate acknowledgement. She stood, letting me slip out of her, turning to give me a peck on the cheek. I grabbed her face, bringing her back to me, tongue searching along her lips. There was a brief touch, our tongues flicking together for an instant before she pushed me away, giving my ass a playful slap.

"Alright big boy, don't get ahead of yourself." It was hard not to be bold now that I'd made her cum at least twice. She turned off the shower and opened the door, releasing a cloud of steam as she grabbed two big, fluffy towels.

"Can we do that again, Maria?" I asked, rubbing myself dry. She was so beautiful, naked and relaxed, and I soaked in the sight of the body I'd come to know so much better over the last half hour. She looked up, a wry expression on her lovely face.

"Let's just say I should take your number, just so I have an emergency contact for Leo."

This is for Image 9

"Fuck!"

Jimmy threw the controller on the couch and reached for another sip of soda. Frustration was written across his face, illuminated by the all too familiar "You Died" animation on the TV. It was his 23rd try of the night and I was starting to get frustrated myself. My eyes went to his crotch.

"Come on, Jim, give it up for the night, its impossible!" My foot moved to press his inner thigh, toes wiggling just short of his bulge. He caught it in his hand and squeezed, sending shivers up my leg.

"No way. I can do this. One more try." He put my foot down and grabbed the controller again.

"You can try, but I'm not going to make it any easier for you." Grinning, I slid my sweats and boxers off, propping myself up on the couch so I was facing right toward him. I was already hard, I'd been waiting all night after all. Leaning forward, I let a stream of saliva drip onto my head and took it in one hand, working the spit around my shaft as my other hand cupped my balls. My eyes went to his, which were darting back and forth between his game and my private show.

"That's not fair! You can't distract me like that when I'm in the zone!" He turned to the TV, but I could see the look on his face. He was a little shy himself, but he loved my exhibitionist streak. And it looked like his face wasn't the only part of him that had taken notice. He started the fight, again.

I let my knees spread wide, showing him everything, if he cared to look, and I knew he did. I loved that he got hyper focused on his games. I also loved distracting him.

As he crossed blades with the enormous monster onscreen, I let out a moan as I gave myself long, slow strokes. Showing off is my favorite, especially for Jimmy, he gets so flustered and turned on. I looked down, watching a stream of precum bead out of my tip as I squeezed.

"Fuck that's hot," breathed Jimmy, just managing to pull his eyes back to the game and execute a poorly timed dodge roll.

"I know," I replied, grabbing myself with both hands and twisting for three hard, base to tip pumps that made my toes curl. They made my toes curl right into Jimmy's thigh. This time he couldn't grab me, and I slid my right foot right up to the tent in his shorts, finding his erection and rubbing with one, then both feet.

"God dammit!" he missed another combo and his character got kicked off a platform to another grisly death. But I had him now. His hips were moving against my feet and his head fell back as he moaned. "You know I love your feet, Ben."

"You like them wrapped around you like this? You like humping them like a little pervert?"

"Fuck...yes." I ground one heel into his balls and he flinched, but I knew from experience that he loved it.

"Get those shorts off and pick up that controller then, you freak!" He was bottomless in an instant, his thick, beautiful cock finally free and at my mercy. God I loved it, he was already slick with arousal, skin glistening in the flickering lights of a new game.

Slowly, I let my sock-covered feet wrap around his girth and started to pump, enjoying the simple eroticism of the moment. Jimmy was trying to concentrate on the game, but his ragged breathing gave him away. I was breathing too, already close, and I decided to up the ante.

Sliding forward, I pulled one of his naked thighs over mine, wiggling down into position until we were intertwined, with me a little beneath him. His cock and balls rested on mine, heavy and hot, his engorged penis pulsing against mine.

"Hey...oh my god...fuck," he groaned as he pushed against me, our balls mashing together, muscles taut. He was stiff, and slick, and smelled like him, his penis rock hard but velvet soft. I gathered as much spit as I could from my mouth and wrapped the fingers of both hands around us.

"This...this isn't...fair!" But he was pumping into my hands, our cocks held tight against each other. I watched as my saliva and our precum mixed together, heads sliding back and forth, enveloped in intense pleasure as we drove toward orgasm.

"Oh god, Jimmy, I love your cock," I moaned, feeling both of our testicles tighten, obsessed with the sensation of our two spit-covered, sweaty cocks pulsing in my hands. "I'm going to cum, Jimmy."

"No, this isn't...I'm about to beat...uh, fuucckk." He came, a thick rope of cum shooting up to land back on my fingers. I came a half second later, crying out as I felt us both pumping our loads simultaneously. There was so much cum, adding to the heat and lubrication, driving us both to fuck my hands for all we were worth.

I could hear Jimmy's fingers clatter on the controller as his body spasmed. We were like one, moving in unison, sharing a timeless moment of pleasure. Finally, I felt him start to relax and sighed, falling back and staring at our mess. We were covered, both of us, from top to bottom in each other's cum.

Jimmy was staring at the screen, a look of amazement on his face that seemed separate from our shared bliss. I looked over, and laughed. Experience points and items were all over the ground around the fallen body of his enemy, laying defeated at last.

"Wow, I guess you're just a button masher after all," I said, reaching over to slap his exposed ass. He threw the controller down and lunged at me, pinning both arms to the couch.

"Yeah right, that was pure skill," he said, smirking. Our cocks found each other again, and I felt his twitch. I smiled up at him.

"Better prove it," I said. "Looks like you're ready for another round."