Page 18 of Snowballing

Damn. I was just getting into a rhythm.

With three powerful thrusts, he was sated, resting his head against my back in a post-cum daze.

“I’m sorry. I can’t believe I came that quickly. That’s never happened before.”

That’s what they all say.

I glanced behind me and smiled. “Don’t worry, three minutes in doggy style is really twenty-one.”

Jordy slowly pulled out and laid on the bed beside me. “I appreciate you trying to make me feel better.”

He made a move to take the condom off, so I grabbed his hand. “Wait.”

Carefully, trying not to spill it all over his stomach, I pulled it off and said, “Don’t shame me now,” before I let the contents drip into my mouth.

He stared at me, mouth open.

“What?”

“Did you just drink all my cum from the condom?”

I jumped off the bed to discard it in the bathroom, then came back to sit next to him. “I think you know what you saw.” I sucked a few fingers clean for good measure.

“Why isn’t that on your profile? That was fucking hot. I’ve only ever seen that in porn.”

“Well, I’m glad you liked that. Yours tastes pretty good, honestly, and I might have a thing for cum.”

Jordy laughed. “I’ll say you do. I feel so satisfied and relaxed right now.”

“Good, because after how you just made me feel, you deserve it. You really know how to fuck.”

He flexed his arms behind his head, so I nestled in beside him. “That’s experience for you.”

“You can’t be that much older than me,” I said.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

Jordy laughed. “I could be your dad. Well, almost.”

“Come on,” I teased. “How old?”

“Thirty-nine,” he answered.

“Wow. I would’ve guessed thirty-one maximum. You’re more cut than me.”

He squeezed me closer to him. “You have a gorgeous body.”

I didn’t take compliments well, so I changed the subject. “How long before I get the third load?”

“That’s up to him.”

I glanced down to where he gestured. It was maybe half hard. To tell the truth, it was hard to tell. When the thing was soft, it still looked enormous.

“Wait a sec. Did you cum yet?”

I tried to hide my face in his armpit, but his strong hand turned my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “No,” I answered, then tried to explain, “but you didn’t pay for me to cum. This was about your pleasure. I still enjoyed myself.”