Personally, I love making (perhaps I should say helping?) a really hunky guy shoot his spunk. Maybe it is some kind of power thing that I like to make a guy cum, especially if he is young, well built and has a big load and really needs the relief that follows approach to ejaculation which is as long and drawn out as possible.
Maybe it is some kind of fetish that I like to see how a man reacts as I get him closer and closer to climax, watch the muscles in his body become more an more tense, feel the hard shaft begin to pulsate, watch the head begin to swell and then savour the ultimate sight of creamy ribbons of spunk shooting from the tip. And the longer I can prolong the lead-up to that final moment, the greater the pleasure I receive and give.
My liking for that kind of thing probably began when I was 15 when I was fortunate enough to have met the guy who introduced me to gay sex. He was almost twice my age, very experienced and over several months, he had demonstrated his skill in delivering sexual pleasure to both of us and taught me how to do the same. Practical lessons which I value to this day.
He taught me about things I now take for granted, such as cruising, where it occurred, how to do it safely and recognise a person likely to be gay or at least in search of gay sex. Then there was the practical side of sexual practice, such as how to give head, to judge when a guy was getting close to climax and how his pleasure might be prolonged by skilful use of tongue and lips, or simply being patient and doing little other than `keeping him on the boil'.
He showed me how much more pleasure could be given by deep-throating, the kind of penis most amenable and the techniques to employ which were guaranteed to have a man almost convulsing with pleasure while shooting his sperm down your throat.
I learned half a dozen different ways of stimulating the glans, causing it to swell and become supersensitive, how to prolong the process before pleasure became pain, ejaculation might be delayed before an erection went into irreversible spasm, pumping out gushers of spunk. Prostate and anal stimulation, the treatment of nipples and testicles to induce pleasure -- he taught me all I know.
And he taught me well.
One of the earliest things he taught me, to which I have ever since remained very attracted was the art of how to stimulate a man, bringing him to the edge and keep him there for as long as possible. Eliciting his cries for release and then tipping him over the edge, watching his body tense, feeling the throb of his erection turn to spasms, followed by the ecstatic cries of release and final eruption of jets of thick creamy spunk.
It has always given me a feeling of power, as much as pleasure, to be able to make a man cry out for release from the sexual tension I have generated in his body by the things I have done to him. Only twice -- two very special occasions - have I done this in a way which caused me to actually ejaculate without anyone touching my own erection. By the age of 17 it had become my favourite way of giving sexual pleasure and since I have been somewhat addicted to it.
Over the years, I have enjoyed the company of many men who, through their reaction to my hands and mouth, have given me a lot of pleasure. Some were young, other older. Most had strong, well built bodies while some did not. All had wanted my attentions and given me enjoyment by the sight of their writhing bodies, their cries for release and the spectacle of spunk jetting from their cocks.
One of the best experiences of this was with a 27 year old black guy in Tobago, an island of the West Indies near Trinidad.
On that occasion I was on a visiting ship which was welcomed at the port by an official welcoming committee and an unofficial one comprising a number of hustlers and pimps. They were waiting for us on the waterfront, trying to get crew members matched with local girls - for a fee of course. Some of the crew became their willing clients, while others wanted to take a more leisurely pace, see the sights, sample a few beers, then enjoy some sexual relief.
I was a lusty 22 year old at the time, one of the last off the ship and definitely ready for a bit of shore leave. Most of the pimps had departed with sex starved crew members but one of the few remaining approached me. He asked if I wanted to relieve my pent-up energy in the company of a really lovely girl he happened to know would service me in an unforgettable way? He seemed genuinely surprised when I told him no thanks.
Instead I made my way to the Port Gate and picked up a taxi. I asked the driver if there was a gay bay in town and would he take me there.
No gay bars in Tobago,' he told me. but if yo want a man, I know a clean young guy who would be happy to satisfy yo needs.' I nodded and he drove on in silence until we came to a relatively isolated house on the edge of town, where he stopped.
`Here we are,' he told me. I got out and he followed me to the front door.
Imagine my surprise when, without knocking, he opened the door and invited me inside, then closed the door behind me. He led me to a small, neatly furnished lounge room. Without hesitation he turned to face me, responding to the look of surprise on my face with a broad grin made all the more dazzling by the contrast of a light chocolate complexion and the whiteness of his teeth.
He placed his hands on my chest and squeezed my nipples firmly before lifting my polo shirt upwards and off my torso, then throwing it onto a nearby chair. Only then did my slow brain realise that he was the `clean young guy'. Only then did I take a closer look at the man who stood before me, taking off his multi-coloured shirt.
`Don't yo like what yo see?' he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. What I saw was a mature young man with good shoulders, good biceps, nice hairless pecs and just the hint of a six-pack.
Yes I do,' I assured him. You're very handsome and if I could see more of you, it would only confirm that you are really beautiful.'
He looked somewhat relieved and smiled, flashing those strong white teeth. Stepping back a pace, he took off his sandals then slowly undid his belt and lowered the zipper of his khaki pants. I stood where I was, staring at him as he let his pants fall to the floor then stepped out of them. The bulge in his light blue under-briefs held me transfixed.
`Name's Joe,' he said hefting his genitals.
`Hi Joe,' I said, raising my eyes to his face.
`No, my name is Kit, the one down below, he's Joe,' he explained.
Hi Kit,' I said returning his smile. You going to introduce me to Joe?'
`Sure, but not before yo show me what yo is hiding.
He took a step towards me and reached out a large strong hand which cupped my genitals. Unhesitatingly, my hands moved to my pants, momentarily fumbled with the clasp, then pulled them down and let them fall to the floor. The outline of my semi erect penis was clearly visible through the white silk thong I was wearing.
`Man, that looks interesting,' he said curling his fingers under the waistband of my thong and pulling it down over my growing erection.
He let the skimpy piece of cloth fall to the floor. Now it was my turn to bare his genitals. I pulled down his under pants from which the head of his erection was protruding. The pants fell to the floor. His firm erection remained rigidly erect.
He stood there, justifiably proudly of his body and displaying his hairless, clean shaved crotch and scrotum holding his large testicles. His entire body was exposed to me and its proportions were those of a Greek statue, even if his musculature was not quite as developed. But God, he was nice, a real beauty and judging by the size of his balls, he would have quite a load of spunk.
`Yo just goin to stand there or can ay interest yo in my bedroom?' I nodded and he reached out a hand, the fingers clasped my partly erect penis and he pulled me after him as he made his way to the bedroom door. Like the lounge, it was clean and simply furnished -- a king sized bed covered in a multi-coloured bedspread over whit sheets, bedside table, chest of draws and a couple of chairs. Curtains partly drawn, the natural light good but subdued.
Placing his hands authoritatively on my shoulders, he pushed me down onto the bed and then lay down beside me, resting on his side. One of his chocolate hands brushed slowly down the centre of my torso, coming to rest in the bush of ginger public hair just above my stiffening cock. I could boast a reasonably well muscled body thanks to me work as a leading hand and Kit seemed to like the look of me and what he was feeling.
He was feeling my erection which he had coaxed to firmness. Then he moved his fingers to that sensitive area between my legs over which he raked with his fingernails. This caused me to groan with pleasure and spread my legs to give him better access. He lowered his head and kissed me long and passionately. My lips parted and I felt his exploring tongue in my mouth. We tasted each other for some time then, with a little moan from me, when our lips parted. He raised his head and looked down at me.
Are yo going to lie there looking happy?' he asked. Or had yo something else in mind?
Its good just looking at you,' I told him, raising myself so that I was leaning on an elbow like him. Because of his skin color, it was difficult to tell, but I thought he blushed. I rolled one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger and it quickly hardened. His belly was taught, his thighs and calf muscles firm. Oh, yes,' I thought, `just the kind of man I want -- and I bet he's loaded.'
`I want your spunk,' I told him as I lowered my hand to fondle his hairless ball sack.
And ay want to give it to you,' he assured me. Pump yo full of it.' I shook my head.
`I want to watch you while you climax and shoot your spunk,' I told him.
Kinkeee,' he mused. And do ay get yo cream?'
`Any way you want.' I offered.
`If yo got a nice load ay want to suck yo off, then later yo can fuck me -- an what yo goin to do with me?'
`I want to suck your cock until you are ready to cum, then I want to jerk you off nice and slow until you shoot your spunk. Those big balls of your must keep you loaded,' I said while I played with his testicles.
Oh, I got plenty of cream,' he told me. Haven't had sex for a couple of days and it builds up pressure if you know what I mean.'
I knew exactly what he meant and nodded then looked down at the head of his erection. A thin thread of clear viscous pre-cum had dripped from the slit and had now reached my wrist.
`Do you always leak so much?' I asked. He shook his head.
`Only when ay is lying naked next to a good looking whitey who talks dirty about wanting my cream. We gonna have a shower, or yo wanna hop in to it now?' he asked grinning at me.
`Lets have a quick shower,' I said rising from the bed and noting that my hard-on had softened a bit. Kits' erection remained as strong and firm as ever and hardly moved as he led the way to the shower.
The shower comprised an unenclosed area with taps, a pipe and the largest shower head I had ever seen. All were pinned to an un-tiled, concrete wall and the concrete floor sloped towards a drain. Soap and towels lay ready for use. Kit turned on the water, adjusted it for temperature before ducking under the spray then beckoned me to join him.
When we were both soaked, I pulled him away from the jetting water, picked up the soap and began applying it to his body. I handed the soap to him so he could do the same to me while I spread the soap over his body. It was nice, feeling his hard muscles under his soft soap covered skin. I wanted to see those muscles tighten as I got him ever nearer to shooting his creamy load.
I don't know what he was thinking as his hand vigorously soaped my body but I do know he got me fully erect again. I was not sure whether it was the way he washed the head of my penis or the probing of a large soapy finger between my buttocks which finally pushed its ways inside me, searching around for my prostate. It was nice. By the time we were rinsed and had dried each other, we were both sufficiently aroused to be eager to get back to the bedroom.
He lay on his side on the bedspread and watched as I went to my discarded pants and pulled from its pockets two velcro cuffs and a length of white cord. I returned to the bed.
`I want to put these on you, I told him' and held up the cuffs. He looked at them dubiously.
`I aint into bondage. What yo want me to wear them things for?' he asked swinging his legs of the bed and sitting up.
I explained what I wanted to do to him and that as sexual tension grew in his body, he would almost certainly want to gain urgent release by taking his cock and pumping it. I wanted to be the one who gave him release. He still did not like the idea of being cuffed. It would put him entirely in my hands. I silently thought `True -- and just what I want'. I held out the cuffs and told him that he could put them on me and use the cord to tie them to the head of the bed.
He stood up, I held out my wrists and he cuffed them, then pushed me down on to the bed before tying the cuffs -- linked by a small chain, to the bed-head. He looked at me lying there and grinned.
Now ay can do what I want with yo,' he declared, and no one will be any the wiser.'
You can,' I told him, but I trust you not to and, as I told you, I only want o use them on you so that I can maximise the sexual pleasure I can give you. The last thing I would want is do anything which would deprive you of that pleasure because I get pleasure from watching you and making you spunk.'
`I could spunk you now, then turn yo over and fuck yo ass,' he told me. I nodded agreement.
`Sure, but you would get far more enjoyment letting me do what I have said I want to do. And after that you can take my spunk any way you like -- and tie me up while you're doing it if you like.' For a minute, I didn't think I was making any impression on him. Then to my relief, he nodded opened the velcro cuffs. I sat up.
`But yo gotta promise that yo aint doin no more than what yo said.' I promised, leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his flagging penis. I cupped his balls and at the same time popped the head of his penis into my mouth, licking it all over and releasing it.
He did not object to this treatment, or when I stood and pushed him back until he was lying supine on the bed. Gently, I raised his arms and cuffed each wrist. Now I had to gain his trust and confidence.
I lay on top of him so that our bodies and erections were pressed against each other. We kissed, exploring each others mouth and taste, then I licked my way down from his ear to his chest.
I sucked on each of his nipples until they were hard and he was moaning, then moved lower until my tongue reached his cleanly shaved crotch. His moans of pleasure told me he liked what I was doing despite being tied up. Perhaps being unable unable to move his hands to fend off or modify what I was doing to him heightened its effect? It ofen has that effect.
For the time-being, I ignored his erection, my lips eagerly seeking his testicles. One at a time I took each of the orbs into my mouth, forcefully sucking on each until he cried out, letting me know I needed to be more gentle.
I tongued each one firmly before releasing them and licking around the base of his shaft. He boasted a 7 inch hard erection which I intended to make a lot harder before making his entire body tense with the full force of climax, just before I made his hot spunk jet from the swollen purple head.
My tongue worked its way up the shaft until it reached the ridge where the head joins the shaft. At that point I lowered my warm moist lips over the head of his cock, slowly taking more and more of it into my mouth, until it was at the top of my throat and my lips ere almost at the base of his shaft. Then I swallowed several times and felt him buck in response to the action of my throat muscles on the head of his penis.
Man!' he gasped. If yo does that a bit more ay am goin to cum,' he assured me. I took his throbbing penis from my mouth and watched as a tiny but growing pearl of white cum formed at its tip. I pulled his foreskin down until the head of his cock was tight and shiny, then rhythmically let it relax before pulling it tight again. Kit was a well built man and his stomach muscles got increasingly tight as his arms pulled forcefully against the cuffs.
Kits' biceps bulged, his chest heaved and his six pack had clearly become more defined and was pushing down. His head was raised, mouth slightly open as he gazed down towards his crotch. Clearly, he wanted release but I was not ready to see him tipped over the edge just yet. If I was any judge -- and I was - there was still a way to go.
I slowed the movement of my fingers so that the head of his cock barely moved in response. The strength of his erection intensified. His large balls had risen towards the underside of his cock, one each side of his shaft. The shaft was now very rigid and my fingers detected a slight pulsing. I immediately stopped all movement, until the pulsations ceased an only then did I resume a very slow movement, causing just the slightest movement of the head.
I immobilised his thighs with my knees and he groaned loudly, begging me to let him cum, I ignored his pleas and watched as his body began to writhe. His buttocks quivered, his thigh muscles stood out and his scrotum had contracted to much that one of his balls had disappeared while the other was pressed hard against the base of his erection.
`Ay gotta cum ... gotta cum,' he cried out. His torso quivered. The iron like shaft of his erection began softly pulsating again. He was tipping over the edge and any second now spunk would begin shooting up the shaft. The pulsating grew stronger, grew into spasms and I could feel his cream beneath my fingers, moving relentlessly up the un-bendable shaft. His head moved from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open emitting a long and loud aaaaaahhhhhhh.
Kits, long low moans of pleasure contiued as I coaxed the first of 6 forecefully squirted ribbons of thick white spunk from the swollen, supersensative head of his cock. His spread thighs grew tense, his heels dug into the bed an his body lifted off the bed as the first ribbon of creamy spunk jetted out. It curved high in the air and landed on his face.
I held the quivering shaft of his erection firmly while slowly moving the head I felt it spasm as his spunk continued to pump with increasing strength up the shaft. I watched three others pearly ribbons and watched as they squirted fro the tip of his cock and landed on his chest and stomach.
My own erection stiffened even more. It became so hard that it felt like an unmoving rod of iron and my balls ached with the need for the spunk they had generated to be released. I lowered my head and took Kits shooting penis back into my mouth and sucked out the rest of his spunk -- a surprising amount - until he almost screamed at me to stop.
I raised my head and his already softening member slid from between my lips. I looked down at his body now covered in sweat but already beginning to relax from the tension I had put it through and I smiled at him. I was relieved that he smiled back. Then I looked down to see that my own erection had lost none of its iron-like firmness and was leaking pre-cum copiously. I felt very close to cumming and did what I could to suppress the urge.
Instead, I bent over Kits' supine form and lapped up the longest ribbon of pearly white spunk which had fallen on his chocolate skin. Then I released him wrists from the cuffs. He lay where he was, unmoving for several minutes, while he recovered from his experience.
Now do you see why I cuffed you?' I asked. He nodded then pulled my head towards him. I lay beside him, holding him, kissing him, then wiping the rest of his spunk from his body with a towel. We remained lying together for another five minutes then he got up to lean on his side, propped up by an elbow. He looked down at me and looking serious, no smile now, he said: Now its my turn.'
I gave only token resistance as he raised one arm, then the other, above my head and cuffed my wrists. To my surprise he raised my legs, placing each on one of his shoulders then spread my ass cheeks. Surely, I had drained him? Was he really going to fuck me? I asked myself. Kit leaned over me and took a long chocolate dildo and a tube of KY from a draw of the bedside table.
He applied the KY to my anus and the dildo, then slowly forced its head firmly but slowly into me. The surprise came when he pressed a switch at the base of the dildo and its head began vibrating. Kit continued pushing it into me and I knew what he was doing.
He was searching for my prostate and within a bit more than a minute he had found it, sending a shock of pleasure to my aching balls and straight up the shaft of my now failing erection. The shaft began to harden, the engorged head began to swell and pre-cum again leaked from its tip.
I moaned with pleasure. Kit lowered his head over my quivering member and began tonguing the head, paying particular attention to the underside and making me moan `oohhh-yeaaaarrr' several times. But he was not ready to suck me off just yet. He raised his head and taking my erection in his right hand, began masturbating me with long slow strokes.
He may not have been as well taught in the art of man-to-man sexual enjoyment, but he was undoubtedly experienced and was doing his best to give me the kind of enjoyment I had given him. And he was doing quite well, though I did have to warn him that I was getting close. He stopped the long slow stroking of my shaft and once again inserted the head of my penis in his mouth.
He let the head of my erection rest in his warm moist mouth and with considerable effort on my part, I managed to control the feeling of imminent ejaculation. The urgent need to cum abated, though my erection remained firm. After a minute of rest, Kit began sucking on the head of my penis, slurping loudly and again getting me nearer to shooting my load.
`Getting close,' I told him, some urgency in my voice. He took no notice. His tongue slid over the underside of the head of my iron stiff erection. I felt it begin to pulse.
`Cuuuummming,' I warned him as I felt myself tipping over the edge, abandoning myself to the increasing ache in my balls, the feeling of spunk surging around somewhere near the base of my cock, that thing in my ass prodding at my prostate.
My rigid shaft began to pulse in an uncontrollable way. My back arched and rose from the bed. I could feel the first of my spunk begin to move up its length, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and force. I let out a cry of delight as the first jet of cream exploded into Kits mouth. He quickly raised his head away from the spurting head and held my erection firmly at the base.
We both watched as ribbons of cum jetted from the tip of my penis which jerked wildly -- I, feeling rather than seeing my cream quirt out in all directions, Kit with a smile on his lips and a look of satisfaction at having made me squirm and squirt my spunk. I squirted most of it out before he took my cock back into his mouth and noisily sucked out the rest.
His tongue and lips were merciless and I cried out because they were inflicting more pain than pleasure. Kit realised this and relented, giving up is obvious desire to suck me drier. He bent over me, lowered himself on to my shuddering body and our lips met.
He pushed his tongue between my lips and the last of the spunk he had sucked from me slid into my mouth. I knew its taste and relished its flavour before swallowing it. The tension in my body began to ebb despite being covered by Kits' sweaty torso. He continued to kiss me, presumably in the hope of arousing me, but soon realised I was fully spent and needed time to recover.
What he didn't know was that I recovered quickly. Almost reluctantly, he released my wrists and I rewarded him by rolling on to my side. I used my hands on his body, caressing, pinching, rubbing, as well as licking and sucking various parts of his body.
I worked slowly and patiently on his body and within 20 minutes he was beginning to respond. For my part, I was showing distinct signs of becoming erect again. You know what they say: `You can't keep a good man down' - and I was being very good and getting erect again, though not as strongly as the first time but stiff enough for me feel I waned to cum again.
I lay on my back and told Kit what I wanted to him to do. He grinned and worked on my penis until it was quite firm. Then he straddled me and I guided him as he lowered himself down. My erection slipped between his buttocks, pressed against his lubricated anus and easily slid inside.
Kit began moving slowly, side to side, up and down, as best he could. Thus stimulated, my cock grew firmer. With KY covered fingers I went to work slowly and patiently on his cock and balls while he did his best to keep moving. It was a less frantic, more leisurely affair.
As my cock became firmer and more stimulated, I managed to coax Kit to a state of semi-erection. I began masturbating him with one KY covered hand while holding his balls with the other. My balls had been drained once and had not nearly enough time to fully re-load me - but they had produced enough for me to want to pump it into Kit.
He liked what I was doing to his ass and his penis and was doing what he could to get me off again. The thrusting movements of my hips became stronger, as did my manipulation of his penis. I could not get him fully erect but he was certainly hard enough for me to increase the speed with which I was jerking him off.
I thought I would make him cum again, but it was I who was the first to pump out my spunk into him. It was a slower, less forceful experience but even so, it made me temporarily abandon my efforts to get Kim to cum. Kit took over, masturbating himself with vigour while I jerkily thrust upwards into him and spurted my cream into him.
It felt good. It felt even better when a minute or so later, Kit ejaculated a mixture of pre-cum and spunk onto me. The first shot landed on my lips, the other 2 on my chest. I licked my lips appreciatively. I tasted and swallowed the spunk had pumped on to me - slightly salty and at the same time a bit spicy. Very nice!
Kit slid off me and lay on his back beside me, closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. I did the same.
Over 3 hours later, Kit woke me with his efforts to get me erect again -- but I needed more time to recharge. I gently pushed his hand aside and told him he had well and truly drained me.
He nodded understandingly and agreed when I suggested we shower and that he drive me back to the port and the ship which I was due to board within the next 2 hours.
An hour later, Kit stopped outside the port gate. He turned towards me.
`For a whitey, yo knows your stuff,' he conceded. The first time yo got me off really set me on fire like nobody has done before.'
`Not so bad yourself,' I assured him truthfully, thinking of the way he had spunked me, then used his sucking ass to exhaust me.
`If yo is in Tobago again, let me know,' he said and passed me a blank business card. I turned it over. On the other side was an e-mail address. I pocketed it and thanked him, leaned over and kissed his shapely lips and slipped a $100 bill between the front seats before getting out of the taxi.
I did not look back as I walked through the gates and made my way back to the ship, where the crew were already making preparations for its departure. If I did not visit the island again, I would at least take away with me memories of my sating and enjoyable meeting with Kit, my Tobago man.
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