My body couldn’t hold back the tide that had been building inside. The first squirt came as he pulled his cock free, causing me to tighten before he thrust back in, squeezing against his shaft.
I had mostly held still up until that point but as soon as his spongy head entered me, I pushed back hard against him. I wanted him in me. My body needed him in me.
We both rocked in opposite directions as he pumped in and out of me. I was cumming over and over, my ass squeezing him each time I squirted.
Finally, he pounded into me and held me against him. I felt him twitching inside me as he bucked. He tried to go deeper but his hips were already pressed tight to my ass. Instead, we erratically swayed forward and back in unison.
My second climax had finally sent him over the edge. I don’t think I cummed as much as the first time, but the orgasm was far stronger. I felt it all throughout my body and it just kept going. Even after he finally ceased thrusting and pulsing inside me, I continued to softly twitch and ooze. It was like it was taking longer to stop because I was coming down from a greater height of pleasure.
Having finally spent all his energy, John was heavy against my back. I let his weight push me down to the bed and we lay still with his cock still buried in me.
Exhausted, and content, we finally crawled up and got under the covers. I stayed on my stomach, turned slightly to the left, and John slid up tight with his chest against my side and his left arm and leg draped over. It didn’t take long for both of us to drift off to sleep, but I did have a little time to think first.
I had held out all night and it turned out to be so worth the wait. John had given me two mind blowing orgasms without my penis ever being released, and he had done it with just his cock. To say I was looking forward to being a happy bottom would be a huge understatement. There is nothing like cumming from someone pumping in your ass. I’d never felt an orgasm last so long and take over so much of my body. I couldn’t wait to experience it again.
I woke up early in the morning, if you could really call 3am in the morning, to the feeling of John’s balls and the underside of his soft member pressed against the side of my ass cheek.
What a treat to wake up to. Even though I had no plans on fully waking up, I gently pushed my hips against him and purred. “Mmmm”.
He responded with a squeeze and an unsuccessful attempt to pull us closer together. It’s kind of difficult when you are already pressed together pretty much from head to toe. I got the point though. Content, I slipped back to sleep.
It wasn’t until about 6:30 when I woke up. John was in basically the same position as when we fell asleep, but I had flipped over to my back at some point, His arm and leg were draped across my front. I felt something similar against me as when I had woken up earlier, but slightly different.
Based on the time and how I was starting to feel, combined with how much water I had been forcing him to drink, I had a pretty good idea that he was sporting that all too common semi-hardon that accompanies the morning need to pee.
I rolled over to get out of the bed. Given that the key was hidden with John’s clothes somewhere, I didn’t have the same half-mast issue as he did, but I did need to go. I chuckled to myself as I got up, noticing his penis protruding out from his body instead of just laying down limp. He was either going to wake up soon or he was going to have some somewhat uncomfortable sleep until he did.
I made my way to the bathroom and then proceeded to sit down on the toilet to empty my bladder. As is often the case in the morning, I was surprised by how much I had to go. Just as I was making sure to dab up the end of my little cage John shuffled in, his morning wood leading the way as he made his way toward the toilet that I was still sitting on.
I moved to get off the toilet but not to stand up and get out of the way. Instead, I slid down until I was sitting on the flour. Then, I looked up and greeted him. “Good morning!” Then, I opened my mouth.
He knew exactly what I was suggesting, and we had moved well past any uncomfortable hesitations. He walked right up and aimed the tip of his penis right between my lips. There was a short wait as that first stream of the morning made its way forward, and then the golden stream came pouring out.
At first, I just held my mouth open, letting him spray against my tongue until I couldn’t hold anymore. Once my mouth was full, I clamped it shut around his spongy head, forming a good seal while I emptied the contents in my mouth down my throat. John held his stream while I swallowed the first mouth full down and didn’t let loose again until I had released him and held my mouth open with his tip just outside.
We repeated the process, him flooding my open mouth until it was full, then me forming a tight seal around his shrinking meat to swallow again. He held back the flow again until I swallowed and signaled that I was ready for more.
I opened my mouth but didn’t pull back off him that time. Instead, I moved forward to take all of his now fully flaccid shaft into my mouth. Letting it lay across my tongue I nodded my head slightly for him to continue. I was able to close around him lightly and swallow more frequently, enabling him to finish without being forced to stop again.
I loved the feeling of his soft cock laying across my tongue, along with the feeling of him spraying the insides of my mouth. When I could tell he was close to finishing up I pulled back and let him drop from my mouth, allowing the last bits of the golden stream to hit my chest and course down my body, eventually making its way down to my caged penis and balls.
The feeling of the warm fluid running down my body, straight from John’s penis, made my cock twitch against its tight cage. “Mmmm.” I had turned into a man of very few words.
It was clear that John had enjoyed the show. I could see that his manhood had grown, filling his hand when he gripped it to milk out the last bit, not that it needed milking. Every time I had seen him pee, he always finished with a last blast, nothing at all like most men who I’ve known to just eke out a final bunch of drops.
Rather than let it flow where it had already been directed, he took a different aim and squeezed out one last jet. To my surprise, and delight, it hit me square in the neck and face. I was able to open my mouth to catch the last bit, but he had finished most of the way before I could get much.
I reached my tongue out and licked up the drops that clung to the slit on the end of his penis, closed my lips to suck gently on the very tip, and then gave it a quick kiss before sitting back against the toilet.
“Wow. I’ve been in the bathrooms here, but I haven’t had much opportunity to actually pee in them. I suppose I should be happy I got so close this time at least. I should probably get used to that, I think.”
I smiled. “It seems you have a good understanding of the new rules I’m going to be implementing around here.”