I shivered, and clamped down again, but I knew the inevitable had begun.
I put my right hand behind his neck and pulled his face onto my quivering penis, down tight against my pelvic bone and held it there for a beat, then relaxed my grip on his neck. He pulled back off, sputtering a bit, but I pulled him back down to the root of my cock, and held him there. He sputtered around my cock, wetting my pubes with his saliva. I knew he liked that.
I relaxed again, and he again withdrew, this time taking a deep breath on the out stroke. He looked up at me, and we made eye contact. He had a pleading look in his eye, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to stop face-fucking him or to do it again, harder
I guessed harder, and pulled him again tightly against my pubic bone and held him there, moving his mouth in a circle so he pulled my probing cock this way and that. He sputtered again, adding to the flood of saliva that had accumulated on my balls, which swung into his chin with every stroke.
I pulled back out, and he sighed and breathed again. His hand went to my soaked balls and he juggled them in his fingers, with his mouth and tongue again working the tip of my dick.
I shuddered again, and drove my cock back into his throat.
I am not that big at six inches, but six inches, properly applied, will trigger a gag reflex in many guys. This time, on this deep instroke, I touched something in this throat that triggered a gag, and a cough, but my neighbor powered through it, holding me deep in his mouth anyway. I could feel the entrance of his throat spasm around me.
His hand worked my balls, and then his thumb and forefinger circled the base of my cock and moved up and down a little, in time with his mouth.
I felt my balls draw up tight in his hand, and a flash of lightning went through my clamped shut eyes.
I didn’t warn him. I just pumped my first ejaculation, one long, strong pulse, directly into the opening of his throat. He gagged a bit and sputtered, and I felt a spray of spit and my cum spray back onto my pubes and balls.
He withdrew a bit from my spewing cock and I launched another strong spurt onto the center of his tongue. He held me steady in his mouth, his hands now on my bare ass, grabbing and holding tightly.
I spurted again into his mouth, and he swallowed, the action moving his tongue against me and sending another shiver from the tip of my dick to the base of my skull.
I pulled back and spurted again, this time onto the tip of his tongue and his lips.
My cock, free of the grip of his lips and tongue, bobbed onto his cheek and nose and over to his other cheek, leaving cummy, shiny trail as it went. Another weak spurt spit a wad of cum onto his cheekbone, where it dripped down as it congealed.
My erection was subsiding fast, and he sucked my now rubbery member back into his mouth and licked it clean. It flopped out of his mouth as he finished up.
“Thanks for the load,” he said.
“My pleasure, of course,” I replied.
“Mine, too. You think you might be interested in pissing in my mouth?”
“What? I’ve never done that before. I don’t know if I could, at least when I’m hard.”
Even though it had only been a minute or two since I had cum, my cock pulsed and fattened at the idea.
“Anyway, I can’t today. My wife’s waiting for me. Maybe next time.” I pulled on my pants and put my shirt back on.
“Okay,” he said, “Come with a full bladder.”
I didn’t say anything to commit to that as I eased out the door. I mounted my bike and rode home.
I parked it on the side of the house, entered the house through the garage door, and glanced at the kitchen clock.
15 minutes had expired. I poured a cup of coffee, took it down the hall, and peeked into our bedroom. My wife seemed asleep, so I crept by the bed to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, got in the shower and washed the evidence away.
While I was shaving, the door opened, my wife entered, dropped her robe revealing her gorgeous body, and got into the shower with me.
She grabbed my still chubby cock, gave it a stroke, bent over and took it into her mouth.
Uh-oh, I thought.