The Dairy State Boy

Simultaneously, his hand and his mouth were working magic, his hand working my erection and his tongue working my tongue.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I breathed into his mouth.

“Come for me, Michaels, come for me,” he breathed back.

I did as he suggested, raising my hips off the bed, straightening my legs, and dropping one of the largest loads I could recall dropping. As I did, he sucked my tongue as hard as he could and squeezed my erection tight, both of which sent shockwaves ricocheting to my core, back out, and then back in again. I finally shivered from head to toe, shaking like a wet dog.

“That’s quite a load,” he said, tracing his finger through what had hit my chest and then through what had hit my stomach.