Page 49 of Snowballing

He gently lay me on the bed and pulled out. I felt so empty. He had only been inside me for maybe twenty minutes, but it seemed my ass had gotten used to the feeling of him.

He finished removing my pants, and I struggled to keep his cum inside me. I could feel some leaking out already. I laid there for a second, giving my muscles a good stretch before turning over.

“I do enjoy that view, but it’s time for you to cum,” Eli said, giving my butt a slap. “Turn back over.”

I hesitated.

“Something wrong?”

“I don’t wanna make a mess. I can feel you leaking out of me,” I said, burying my face in my arms.

“So considerate,” was his response.

I jumped a little when I felt a hand on each cheek and then a warmth around my hole. I glanced over my shoulder only to see his blond hair disappearing behind my ass. He was eating his own cum.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Eli.”

I had no idea he was so kinky.

“It’s sweet of you to care about the mess,” he said, licking his lips, “but when we’re done in here, I want it to look like Spider-man had a real good time.”

Eli fucked me again, using his own cum as lube. When I started to cum, he pulled out so he could swallow every drop, then he plunged his dick back into me until he came again, though on my face, as promised. I’d never had a more surprising or lengthy sexual encounter and Eli made it a hundred times better because he was such a considerate lover.

I don’t know about Spider-man, but the comforter was definitely a sticky mess after a few hours, so Eli tossed it into the washing machine before our shower.

No words were spoken. Eli soaped up a washcloth and gently scrubbed every part of my body from my toes to my head. It was as relaxing as his meditative breathing earlier.

'“Good boy. Let me take care of you.”

It wasn’t a surprise that I started to get hard again. But Eli washed around it, which only made it that much harder.

I went to reciprocate, but he shook his head and kissed me. “You’ve done more than enough to pleasure me already.”

After he dried us off, taking special care with my body, he pulled two bathrobes out of the closet, wrapping me in one. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the bed, holding the covers up for me.

With my head against his chest, I weaseled my hand under the robe and found his swollen dick. He was hard again, too.

“Happy New Year, Gareth.”

“Happy New Year, Eli. Can I suck you off again?”

“I was gonna say wait until morning, but your hand feels so good. I don’t think I could ever say no to you.”

“I’ll try not to take advantage of that,” I said, salivating at the prospect of extracting another delicious reward from the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d say no if I wanted to give this a real try.

Maybe my lips could convince him?

* * *

Waking up in Eli’s bed felt almost as good as getting fucked by him.

“Good morning,” he said, smiling down at me.

I had a face full of his hairy chest. It was definitely a good morning.

“This beats getting rushed out of the back door. Pantsless and freezing.”