Page 34 of Jack Frosting

If he had been going hard before, it was even better now. It seemed in this new position he could really pull the whole sling towards him as he bucked forward. For a five inch dick, it felt so much deeper.

“There it is,” Clayton said.

“Wh-what?” I managed to ask in between slams.

“Your moans. You sound like a little bitch boy taking my dick like a champ.”

I felt immense pleasure that he was enjoying himself. Watching him let go was truly fulfilling. I couldn’t do much lying here, but it seemed I was doing enough anyway.

“Shit!”

He pulled both nipple suckers off without warning. Looking down, they were swollen and dark pink. I watched him lick his fingers and circle them. He teased them for a few minutes while he kept pumping.

“Fuck, that’s amazing.”

“You close?” he asked.

“I could cum. Just need to–”

“Let me do that for you,” Clayton said, grabbing my cock. “I’ll get some lube.”

The man never stopped fucking. Apparently, the lube was within reach. Once his slicked hand wrapped around my shaft, all thoughts left my brain and I became a mindless fuckhole. I had never been fucked this good and to think-

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

It seemed like an eternity of being on the edge, so when Clayton’s voice cut through the sex-infused air, “I’m close, Jack. Where do you want my load?” I said the first thing that came to me.

“Spray it all over me.”

Clayton didn’t even have time to get a hand on his dick. It spurted before he could, all over mine, and that’s all it took for me to unload. With both his hands full of dick, the cum flew everywhere. Mine hit my chin, chest and eventually pooled in my belly button before dripping off my abs; his last few spurts hit my legs until the rest dribbled onto my balls.

For a minute, all I could hear was our heavy breathing.

“Is it too weird to tell you that was the greatest sex of my life?” Clayton asked before slowly pulling out.

“Jesus. I’m gonna need you to carry me out of here. A man could get used to lying there and just taking it.”

Clayton laughed, returning with a warm washcloth. “Not sure if you wanted to clean up at all.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I kind of like the frosted look.”

“Really?”

“You’ve never used a shirt as a cumrag for days and then shoved it in your face to get you off before cumming all over it again?”

Clayton stood there, dick softening, stunned into silence.

“TMI?”

“No. God, no! I just have no idea how I got lucky enough to have a six foot three sex god sleeping in my basement.”

“I think you’re the sex god,” I said, pulling myself into a seated position on the edge of the leather material. After slipping off the sling, I lost my balance and grabbed onto the only thing substantial that was nearby. Him.

“I guess so. Looks like I fucked your balance right out of you.”

“Thanks. For catching me and for the fucking.”

“I have to admit seeing you lying there with our cum all over you is going to live in my brain forever.”