I wrote earlier about "Meeting my Best Friend," and now I'll tell about our friendship. I was married but needed to touch a man, especially to feel his erect penis, and he was willing to tolerate the limits of my needs, just masturbating together, but he led me somewhat further. First he asked me to lie on my back and knelt down over me, taking his lovely long erect penis in his hand and masturbating, as I fondled his testicles and watched his eyes as he became fully aroused and said, "Bill, I'm going to cum!" and shot his load on my chest. The smell was wonderful; I played with it on my own penis as I ejaculated.
Then the next time he got on his back and suggested that I kneel on him, first pulling our penises together, stroking them with both hands (his head was huge!). I then masturbated a bit to show him my eyes as I became aroused. But then I instinctively slipped his erection behind me and pressed it against one of my buns, which made me very aroused, then against the other. Finally I slipped it between my buns and, rising up a bit, put it right on my crack, stroking my penis and my crack--such arousal that gave me--I ejaculated violently on his face, which he loved, licking my cum off his lips.
Then the third time he stood over me as I sat on his bed and masturbated while stroking my head gently, tenderly, so lovingly, not forcing me to do anything, as I watched his penis at its fullest extension and as it shot on my face, his cum dripping down on my cheeks and my lips, where I licked it off, such a taste.