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My XHamster Journey: Chapter 2 free porn video
For nearly a month after my first meeting with Nick, my interests reverted exclusively to the heterosexual variety. My appetite for cock had diminished so completely that I considered the possibility that my experimentation with Nick—despite its humiliating inadequacies—had somehow satisfied my curiosity once and for all. Or perhaps I was unwittingly overcompensating for my feelings of shame by repressing those urges. Or maybe it was just some kind of sensory overload that gave me an unusually long refractory period. Who really knows? It didn’t last that long anyway.
After watching enough beautiful women pleasure enough spectacular cocks to powerful eruptions, I started having familiar cravings… there was still so much I needed to experience! I desperately wanted to suck and stroke another man’s cock to completion, to feel spurt after spurt gushing into and overflowing my mouth, to drench my own cock with a pumping fistful of his hot cum. Ugh!
I finally reached out to Nick by the end of that November and apologized for not contacting him sooner. He was understanding, and our attempts to schedule future encounters resumed… albeit unsuccessfully. While I was eager for redemption after my disappointing debut performance, lingering feelings of shame and embarrassment fueled my endless supply of excuses. Eventually, after months of my continual sabotage, Nick grew frustrated enough to block me on xHamster. But our severed friendship sparked a renewed determination: I would not back out again! I managed to contact Nick by email to apologize for my behavior. After a little more trial and error, we finally landed on a date that worked for both of us: June 9, 2015.
Filled with excitement, I confirmed our appointment the night before. When morning came, I sprang out of bed eagerly and rushed to my computer to message Nick. He gave me his new address, and after a quick shower, I was on my way. There was no fear this time; my shorts were uncomfortably tight the entire half-hour drive.
Nick greeted me at the door then showed me to his living room. Once again, his laptop was out and open to xHamster on the coffee table. I approached the nearest side of the couch and instantly stripped my clothes off. I kicked aside my sneakers, tossed my T-shirt on top of them. My still half-hard cock sprang free as I dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor in one motion. Nick, perhaps a little surprised at my newfound bravery, dropped his sweatpants and boxers to the floor as he sat down beside me. He took me in his mouth and had me on the edge in mere seconds.
Despite how thoroughly I enjoyed Nick’s proficiency, this was getting ridiculous; I lasted longer the day I lost my virginity! Why was I suddenly so overly sensitive all these years later? There was no rush. I just wanted to take my time, learn what he liked, and feel a sense of pride and accomplishment for being able to bring him to orgasm. Instead, I stopped him and took my turn with the same overeager futility as our previous encounter.
When my inexperienced and desperately hasty efforts failed to do anything but excite me even further, Nick pushed me back to my seat. He slid the coffee table back, then leaned over me and wrapped his hand around both of our cocks. I wanted to savor the intense heat of our swollen cocks pressed so tightly together, but our frenula wrestled clumsily in a mix of saliva and precum as Nick’s hand glided up and down our shafts sending me spiraling towards premature ecstasy.
I accepted my fate, knowing no amount of self-control would delay the inevitable for much longer. I pushed Nick’s hand away, and with the only breath I could manage, I begged, “Cum on my cock.” Nick stood between my legs, stroking his cock at my eye-level. My hand rested motionless, tightly grasping the base of my throbbing cock, my eyes eagerly fixed on the geyser about to spout.
Nick’s breathing became heavier and louder, his strokes faster and harder. I knew he was getting close. He leaned in closer, guaranteeing his point-blank accuracy. With a grunt, he exploded hot cum onto me. Blast after blast crashed onto my stomach, cock, and hand. That feeling alone easily pushed me over the edge, but I still needed to feel his silky hot cum spread over my entire cock. I quickly swept it into my hand and started stroking the full length of my cock. For that brief instant right before my own cum mixed with his, every other sexual experience of my life paled in comparison. I’d never felt anything else like it; its heat and slipperiness at the peak of my excitement, took me to heights of pleasure I’d never dreamed were possible.
As my newfound high subsided in the aftermath, I felt noticeably less ashamed and embarrassed this time, despite my limited success containing the now-melted cum beginning to spill down my sides. I savored the cum-covered moment, relaxing with my soft, sticky cock still in hand while Nick fetched a towel.
After cleaning myself up, I got dressed and joined Nick for another brief conversation in his kitchen. He mentioned that Kym had been aware of our planned meeting and passed along a greeting as she left for work that morning. I politely played along with what I still assumed was just some fantasy or coverup and returned my regards to Kym before heading home.
After watching enough beautiful women pleasure enough spectacular cocks to powerful eruptions, I started having familiar cravings… there was still so much I needed to experience! I desperately wanted to suck and stroke another man’s cock to completion, to feel spurt after spurt gushing into and overflowing my mouth, to drench my own cock with a pumping fistful of his hot cum. Ugh!
I finally reached out to Nick by the end of that November and apologized for not contacting him sooner. He was understanding, and our attempts to schedule future encounters resumed… albeit unsuccessfully. While I was eager for redemption after my disappointing debut performance, lingering feelings of shame and embarrassment fueled my endless supply of excuses. Eventually, after months of my continual sabotage, Nick grew frustrated enough to block me on xHamster. But our severed friendship sparked a renewed determination: I would not back out again! I managed to contact Nick by email to apologize for my behavior. After a little more trial and error, we finally landed on a date that worked for both of us: June 9, 2015.
Filled with excitement, I confirmed our appointment the night before. When morning came, I sprang out of bed eagerly and rushed to my computer to message Nick. He gave me his new address, and after a quick shower, I was on my way. There was no fear this time; my shorts were uncomfortably tight the entire half-hour drive.
Nick greeted me at the door then showed me to his living room. Once again, his laptop was out and open to xHamster on the coffee table. I approached the nearest side of the couch and instantly stripped my clothes off. I kicked aside my sneakers, tossed my T-shirt on top of them. My still half-hard cock sprang free as I dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor in one motion. Nick, perhaps a little surprised at my newfound bravery, dropped his sweatpants and boxers to the floor as he sat down beside me. He took me in his mouth and had me on the edge in mere seconds.
Despite how thoroughly I enjoyed Nick’s proficiency, this was getting ridiculous; I lasted longer the day I lost my virginity! Why was I suddenly so overly sensitive all these years later? There was no rush. I just wanted to take my time, learn what he liked, and feel a sense of pride and accomplishment for being able to bring him to orgasm. Instead, I stopped him and took my turn with the same overeager futility as our previous encounter.
When my inexperienced and desperately hasty efforts failed to do anything but excite me even further, Nick pushed me back to my seat. He slid the coffee table back, then leaned over me and wrapped his hand around both of our cocks. I wanted to savor the intense heat of our swollen cocks pressed so tightly together, but our frenula wrestled clumsily in a mix of saliva and precum as Nick’s hand glided up and down our shafts sending me spiraling towards premature ecstasy.
I accepted my fate, knowing no amount of self-control would delay the inevitable for much longer. I pushed Nick’s hand away, and with the only breath I could manage, I begged, “Cum on my cock.” Nick stood between my legs, stroking his cock at my eye-level. My hand rested motionless, tightly grasping the base of my throbbing cock, my eyes eagerly fixed on the geyser about to spout.
Nick’s breathing became heavier and louder, his strokes faster and harder. I knew he was getting close. He leaned in closer, guaranteeing his point-blank accuracy. With a grunt, he exploded hot cum onto me. Blast after blast crashed onto my stomach, cock, and hand. That feeling alone easily pushed me over the edge, but I still needed to feel his silky hot cum spread over my entire cock. I quickly swept it into my hand and started stroking the full length of my cock. For that brief instant right before my own cum mixed with his, every other sexual experience of my life paled in comparison. I’d never felt anything else like it; its heat and slipperiness at the peak of my excitement, took me to heights of pleasure I’d never dreamed were possible.
As my newfound high subsided in the aftermath, I felt noticeably less ashamed and embarrassed this time, despite my limited success containing the now-melted cum beginning to spill down my sides. I savored the cum-covered moment, relaxing with my soft, sticky cock still in hand while Nick fetched a towel.
After cleaning myself up, I got dressed and joined Nick for another brief conversation in his kitchen. He mentioned that Kym had been aware of our planned meeting and passed along a greeting as she left for work that morning. I politely played along with what I still assumed was just some fantasy or coverup and returned my regards to Kym before heading home.
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