Meeting a Master Cocksucker

When Jim finally empties his load, he drops down next to me. He's puffing and looks all sweaty. He has a look of content satisfaction.

"That was fucking intense. I thought I was going to lose my mind or have a heart attack. But what a fucking way to go!" I laugh.

"Hey, it takes two to tango, man. You did a number on me." he responded while a grin crossed over his face. "I came three times as well thanks to you. I wasn't sure you'd take my cock that last time but it seemed like you enjoyed it."

"Oh hell yes! I fucking loved it. But I surprised myself. I was in the valley after cumming but your cock just pushed that all away. Guess I've joined the ranks of being both a cocksucker and cumslut."

"Nothing wrong with that, at all." he laughed.

After another thirty minutes of recouping and bullshitting, I got up and jumped in the shower with Jim. We played with each other's cock. He washed mine. I washed his. Afterwards, I dressed and we talked about meeting up again. Real soon.

I met up with Jim several times over a span of three years. I'm not sure we ever matched our first meeting but there wasn't a time I didn't enjoy the meeting. And very few times that he didn't get me off at least twice and many times three times. I tried keeping up as best I could.