Page 56 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

“Ah-h-h!Fuck, babe. Porter… Please...”

My hand found the back of his head, and my fingers curled around locks of blond hair. He groaned as I pulled on it before sucking my cock into his mouth again.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried.

My statement apparently encouraged him as he slammed his fingers into my prostate again and swallowed the head of my dick into his throat.

My orgasm came over me in waves as I shot ribbon after ribbon down the back of his throat. After I stopped pumping cum into his mouth, he pulled off my dick and slid his fingers out.

I knew he hadn’t come yet. “Lube?”

“Drawer…” I panted. “I’ll suck it…” I offered, eyes still closed.

“Oh, no, baby. We’re not done yet. I’m gonna make you come again.”

Porter leaned over and rustled through the bedside table drawer until he pulled out a mostly-full bottle of lube. He popped the cap and made quick work slicking up all eight of his inches. I peeked down through half-lidded eyes to watch him work the lube down his shaft, and swirl his fingers around his swollen cockhead.

He was so fucking hot. Even though I’d just finished, watching him touch himself was enough to keep me rock-hard. He grabbed the base of his cock in his fist, lined his tip up with my hole, and pushed.

The burn of being penetrated post-orgasm was intense and delicious. Porter thrust all the way in.

“Oww. Oh, fu-” Porter swallowed my cry. My mouth was overcome with the taste of the spunk he’d been saving for me, making my dick twitch.

Porter broke the kiss and stared down into my eyes. “See how good you taste, Christian?”

He brought his hand to the side of my face, and softly rubbed his thumb across my flushed cheeks. “I want to drink your cum for the rest of my l-life,” he grunted as he pulled his hips back and pushed his cock into me again.

Something had taken over Porter; he’d clearly gone feral. Meanwhile, I was beyond words at the point. The entire English language had completely escaped me, and I was left to communicate in moans and grunts as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Porter set a brutal pace, slamming into me over and over and over again. I hooked trembling arms around the back of his neck for something to hold on to as he fucked me with long, swift thrusts.

“You let me know, when you are ready to come again, baby boy….” he panted through gritted teeth, slamming into me again and again.

Hot tears started streaming down the sides of my face. Behind my eyelids, a black, spotty aura flung itself wide like a galaxy.

I was vaguely aware of the noises that had begun to escape my mouth with every relentless thrust. Eight inches in, seven inches out. For a split second, I thought I was going to piss myself.

“Oh m-my fu-ck-ing g-god, P-P…”

Porter reached between us and took my dick in his palm, jerking me off in time with his barbaric thrusts into my ass. It was too much…

My second orgasm was even more intense than the first. I spilled cum all over his fist and down onto my belly. My legs were trembling like leaves in the wind, and the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I was a shaking, crying mess.

Porter pulled out of me, and I groaned at the sudden loss. He swirled the palm of his hand around his tip a few times and then began to furiously jerk himself through his building orgasm.

“I’m gonna drown you in my cum…” he told me.

He threw head back and made a noise that sounded more animal than human as streak after streak shot from his slit, making my chest, abs, and thighs look like a Jackson Pollock original. I don’t think I had ever seen someone come so much in a single setting.

“Holy shit,” I said softly, once Porter was finished spraying me like a water hose.

Porter leaned down and lapped up some of the streaks across my chest with his tongue before licking into my open mouth.

He was absolutely filthy, and I was obsessed. I’d never been into eating cum, but it seemed to be Porter’s favorite thing. With him, I was happy to oblige. Porter kissed me softly a few more times before collapsing onto the bed beside me to try to regulate his breathing. He was huffing and panting like a bull. After a few minutes of silence, Porter sighed and kissed the top of my head.

“I have a confession…” his voice was low, and he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’ve jerked off to you before.”

I snorted an exhausted laugh. “I’ve jerked off to you, too. I’ve watched the cum-shot clip you sent me like 40 times.” I peeked up at him through my eyelashes just in time to see the apples of his cheeks begin to redden.

“No, I mean… before I met you.”

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