The Locker Room Shower

I didn’t. At literally the last second, I pulled out and came all over his lower back, shooting streak after streak along his spine. I was surprised by the distance (I don’t normally squirt) and volume.

I could not believe what had just happened. I’m normally in control of everything, but in that shower, I was in control of nothing. I was doing things I never thought I’d do, with someone I barely knew.

“You came so much,” Sean said, standing and smiling.

“So much,” I answered.

Sean turned around and sat on the small wooden bench, his eyes wide and wild. He reached behind, ran his hand through my cum, and coated his dick with it.

As soon as he did, I was on my knees. My belt clambered, and we both winced. “Oh my God,” he said, “you’re going to eat your cum off my dick.”

I am normally pretty hidebound, but that is exactly what I did. It was both nasty and transcendent.

I wanted Sean to cum in my mouth. I wanted him to put his load inside me, like I had wanted to put my load inside him.