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Finally, at the age of 23, I made up my mind: I had wanted to take a swimming course for a long time and so I signed up for the swimming pool closest to home.
I am a physically normal boy, fortunately quite slender without having ever done a lot of sport: let's say that among the girls I was also quite successful, I had fun when I went and I never imagined what the future reserved for me.
I wanted to take a serious course, learn well and for this reason the choice was to take a private instructor: as instructor I was assigned Marco, whom I met on the first day.
I was told to wait for him by the pool: when I saw him arrive I found myself in front of a handsome man, about 35 years old, very tall compared to me (he must have been 1.90 ample, I was barely touching the meter and 70). He wore a white shirt with a whistle around his neck, flip flops and only a blue slip costume underneath.
Indeed the pool was heated despite it being winter, I was also in a bathing suit and yet I was fine. He introduced himself quickly, shaking my hand and asking me what I could do; I explained to him that basically I didn't know how to do anything, so he a bit pissed off blurted out "they told me you were a beginner but I didn't think so much: well, we'll start from the basics. For this first lesson, there are a few exercises to do outside the water. Feel this way ... "
The first lesson left me a little disappointed.
I had spent an hour doing the assigned exercises, stretching, specific movements that he let me do for several minutes while he was away.
The only meager satisfaction was at the end of the lesson when he asked me to dive into the water to actually evaluate what I could do: it was a disaster, I threw myself taking a bump and with difficulty I managed to keep afloat. My muscles ached after all the exercises and so after a while I found myself attached to the poolside.
I noticed his slightly discouraged gaze as he told me that the first lesson was actually over.
I did not get discouraged
From week to week I continued to do my lessons: at the beginning I thought that actually all the exercises that he made me do were useless and instead after a couple of months the results showed up. Well, of course, I was not yet a skilled swimmer, but I was already able to make some pools even if with some difficulty in learning the various styles. I didn't think twice about renewing my subscription and continued my private lessons.
Marco's attitude had not changed over time: he was always a little detached, yet something was changing for me.
Whenever I was in the water and he called me back to the pool rather than listening to him, I found myself observing him. It was the first time I had happened to a man, but I felt a grip on my stomach when he crouched down to talk to me and explain what I had to do. In the various lessons I had grasped every detail. I had observed several times his long muscular and slightly hairy legs, the hard features of his face, his short beard of a few days, even his manicured feet in the flip-flops ... not to mention his package that obviously from my position in the water I saw very well. It was a nice full package, well outlined by the fabric of the briefs which, when bending, left a few cm of skin uncovered near his balls.
Ah who wants to reach out his hand ..
But what came to my mind?
I was torn, but the desire was now guiding me and by now I was enjoying the show before me at every lesson: I even found myself having some erections in the water, barely hidden by my costume.
With the passing of the lessons my improvement was visible: I was quite satisfied. The only one who seemed indifferent was just my instructor, who improved the more he demanded: as a result, I worked harder and harder to improve but also to try to attract his attention a little.
I had tried them all: lesson after lesson.
Once I started asking him a thousand questions, once I tried to be nice and make him laugh a little but his answers were always cold and detached. I don't quite know what I wanted to achieve, or maybe yes at this point, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.
The last lessons were approaching, I no longer knew what to do, it had now become a challenge for me. I ate it with my eyes and my stomach closed every time I was near him.
It was the penultimate lesson when I tried one last desperate move: I had bought a tiny swimsuit, black and red. I had chosen it well: it was tight but it wrapped my ass tightly, which with the last months of training had become as hard as I had ever had.
And so that lesson, instead of being found in the water as usual at the scheduled time with the stretching already done, I lingered a bit and when I saw him arrive I started doing the last exercise with my back to him
(or rather, the ass).
From that position I could not see him: I know that I remained in position for a few minutes and no trace of him until I heard his voice behind me that startled me
“Are you still here? I already believed you in the water. Come on, start making 10 tanks, I'll be back in a minute "
I didn't have time to turn around that he was already leaving
What a disappointment.
Nothing, I hadn't attracted his attention at all. How stupid.
I threw myself into the water and waited for him, distracting myself among the numerous strokes.
MARCO
"Bitch bitch, bitch bitch ...
What the fuck is wrong with me? " Marco thought heading towards the changing rooms.
He had been doing this job for years, and yet it had never happened to him (even with the most driven girls and women) to feel such sensations.
"That damned boy ..." he thought as he locked himself in the bathroom. He looked down and looked at the thick erection in his briefs barely covered by the shirt.
He was puzzled ... even though these thoughts had actually been going on for weeks.
He had tried to distract himself with the usual friends he frequented, he fucked for good ... yet then once a week, regardless of what he did, that boy made him mount an absurd desire.
He was a good boy, he worked hard, that blond hair, that body that was shaping well thanks to the swimming pool ... his was pure physical attraction. The first time he felt such a thing for a man. But that boy aroused malice and sensuality in such a natural way ...
“Then what did you want to do today with that brief? It was certainly not accidental ... her ass is better than that of a woman! " He thought as he saw again in his mind the image he had observed for quite a while before.
No, he couldn't. That was his only job, he could barely keep it that way. Bills, mortgage ... a thousand problems ... The only whim he took off was his motorbike which he eventually needed to go to work, so ..
He could not afford to throw everything up: he would not have given him a rope even if the effects on him were clear. Indeed, the effect was now holding him in his hand, swollen and hard.
With his back to the bathroom door, he lowered his briefs under his balls and looked at the cock tight in his hand.
"To hell with these panties, sooner or later they'll catch me and think that figure ... not bad, I'll switch to shorts, at least something they hide ... even if .." and an idea came to his mind.
He settled in better and went back to the swimming pool to teach that damned boy.
...
By now I was resigned.
The last lesson had arrived: there was not much more to hope for.
It was summer now, the courses would be interrupted and I would never see the instructor for months: in addition, I couldn't continue indefinitely with the lessons, now I needed very little. It was just a waste of money that I couldn't go on for long.
So that would have been the last lesson: the pool had also organized a small party at the end of the day for the end of the courses and obviously all the coaches and students of all ages were invited.
I had my lesson just before this party: I was already in the fresh water, in the half-empty swimming pool (in fact, in the heat everyone frequented the outdoor pools now, this was indoors) when Marco arrived and waved to me with his hand. start the heating tanks.
As soon as he finished, he was already waiting for me by the pool: I went under him as usual and I immediately noticed a difference: he didn't wear his usual briefs, but a wide shorts costume that reached him halfway through his tanned thighs.
“So boy, what do you want to do today? Last day, I leave the choice to you, you are now a skilled swimmer "
I sketched a smile at his half compliment but I felt flare when I noticed that the shorts, wide at the right point, showed without problems both his big and hanging balls and his pea, completely at rest with a well-defined chapel covered with abundant foreskin.
"Um ... I don't know ... if ... you are the instructor, I do what you tell me" he literally stammered
In response, he stared into my eyes and smiled at me.
It was the first time I saw him smile ... I broke up and if possible I became even more red.
He sprang to his feet, depriving me of the sight of his beautiful show, told me to do only a few tubs in different styles and that I was then free to do what I wanted, even to go to the party that was about to start shortly.
He left me stunned in the water, I took a few tubs but was distracted.
After a short while I left the swimming pool now empty and went to the changing rooms: a fresh shower, more and more incredulous than what I had seen
"What did it mean? What do I do now? "
I rinsed off quickly.
I went to the booth to change: in the locker room I was the only one left, the music was heard outside, a sign that the party was starting.
Me
I was moving a little slowly, still full of doubts
Maybe I went too far? Was it really what I wanted?
I was completely naked and was about to put on my underwear when I heard a knock.
"What timing" I thought as I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist
I opened thinking they were the cleaners to say that I was almost finished and instead I found myself unexpectedly in front of him: what was he doing there? Teachers have their own dressing room ...
Marco said immediately "Hey! I thought it was you. They are all beyond. Look, I wanted to compliment you on everything you've learned, you're a great student. I was very pleased to be your coach .. "
I, embarrassed, got lost as usual to look at him: he had already changed for the party, a tight shirt that wrapped his muscular body, short shorts that shaped his cock well and the inevitable flip flops. I noticed that his gaze slowly looked at my body, lower and lower, down to my towel. He put his hand on the wall and with a gleeful smile he said to me "are you not getting ready? You don't want to show up with a towel at the waist "
It was so different than usual. He was no longer detached: now the game was done ...
My cock grew with every word and could be seen very well under the towel: I noticed it and tried to close the door "yes a minute and I will come too, I will dress ..."
He did not think the same way, I felt the door resist, in fact he pushed it forcing me to take a couple of steps back. Marco slipped into the cabin, and stood in front of me, towering over me, closing the door behind him.
In a second he tore the towel from me, throwing it behind me and so I found myself naked, in front of him with the hard cock pointing towards him.
I was very red, I looked down and tried to cover my groin with my hands but he took my wrist with one hand stopping the movement and with the other he lifted my chin .. "Don't be embarrassed, on the contrary ..." and kissed me, with great enthusiasm.
How strange to feel his beard prick my cheeks.
It didn't take long for his tongue to invade my mouth.
It was decided.
My legs were literally shaking, so much so that I detached myself to catch my breath from that lustful kiss and, feeling almost missing, I sat on the bench where my bag was ... noticing my towel thrown on the wet floor I bent over to pick it up .
He seized the moment: unconsciously I had offered him what he was so curious about and wanted for weeks.
I wasn't expecting it, but while I was leaning forward he lightning lowered behind me, putting a hand on my back to keep me in position. Immediately I felt that little beard prick my cheeks but my buttocks.
He literally started to lemon my ass: what a strange sensation at the first lick.
What pleasure and what moan came to me at the second: I had to grit my teeth so as not to moan too loudly.
As instinctively, wanting more and more, I put my hands on my smooth buttocks and opened them by his tongue
He moaned licked even stronger, entering as far as he reached with the tip of his tongue. I no longer understood anything, it was a unique pleasure that suddenly ended at a certain point.
I felt him rise behind me and turned me around, making me kneel.
I found myself in front of him who had already dropped his pants and underneath, he wore no underwear.
Finally I saw his hard cock, exactly in front of my eyes.
It hung down a little: it was a nice cock, very venous and very thick. It looked great on his body
The point of the chapel was visible, conspicuously wet.
I touched it, realizing how much it actually filled my hand and I struggled away from how swollen his purple chapel was: he sighed in response as his smell filled my nostrils ... I liked it.
I felt like tasting it ... hesitantly holding it tight in my hand I licked it from the middle of the rod, then on the frenulum and then I came to lick the soaked chapel. It was salty but delicious.
I then started to lick the whole chapel as if it were an ice cream but he didn't waste much time, taking my hair gently he pushed the chapel into my mouth. I felt full.
Marco did not hold back his moans, puffing and pushing more and more that chapel at the bottom he said the first words since he had entered "you are fantastic ... keep it up ..."
It did not take long, the chapel ended at the bottom of my mouth leaving me breathless and my nose ended up in his hair.
I was able to take it all in the mouth, thanks to its not too long length, but I felt a little suffocated because it was really wide.
I felt well the increasingly hard chapel that left that salty taste in my mouth, as the rhythm increased.
For my first time, I thought I was doing really well. While I was still sucking him, he leaned over me a little, reaching my ass with the tips of my fingers ..
It was still abundant
wet with his saliva and he played with it a bit, reaching to put his finger on it.
It was too much: I felt a jolt of pleasure mount from the lower abdomen and I started to fuck my cock which took little time to burst and fill the floor in front of his feet. I felt my ass tighten his finger with every sketch I made, until he pulled it off giving me another shake of pleasure.
I anchored him in his thighs pushing him a bit because I really was short of breath, given the position I had his cock fixed at the bottom of the mouth and I looked him in the eyes to make him understand to slow down a little
In his eyes I found only pure pleasure: he slowed down the rhythm, making it come out of the mouth all salted up to the balls and then sinking it all back and keeping it planted for a few seconds.
When he was at the bottom he felt that he was throbbing, alive, in my mouth: at the umpteenth lunge, without warning me in the least, keeping my head firmly anchored to his cock, I felt him throbbing much more rhythmically
I realized only a few seconds later, feeling it swell even more, that it was coming, spraying the first stream in my throat.
I coughed with his cock still planted in my mouth, stepped back a few inches and two splashes filled my cheeks.
Still coughing the cum came out of the corners of my mouth ... finally withdrew and launched two more sketches on my chest as I spit on the floor that flood of seed I had in my mouth.
In fact, I realized that I didn't mind the taste at all, but it had taken me completely by surprise and the instinct was to spit everything out.
Quickly he made up his mind, messed my hair and said to me with a chuckle “I was drunk with my boyfriend, you really apply yourself in everything you do. See you later at the party, and if you want to the next lessons ... private ... "
I didn't answer if not smiling, still covered in cum, while he was leaving the cabin ..
I am a physically normal boy, fortunately quite slender without having ever done a lot of sport: let's say that among the girls I was also quite successful, I had fun when I went and I never imagined what the future reserved for me.
I wanted to take a serious course, learn well and for this reason the choice was to take a private instructor: as instructor I was assigned Marco, whom I met on the first day.
I was told to wait for him by the pool: when I saw him arrive I found myself in front of a handsome man, about 35 years old, very tall compared to me (he must have been 1.90 ample, I was barely touching the meter and 70). He wore a white shirt with a whistle around his neck, flip flops and only a blue slip costume underneath.
Indeed the pool was heated despite it being winter, I was also in a bathing suit and yet I was fine. He introduced himself quickly, shaking my hand and asking me what I could do; I explained to him that basically I didn't know how to do anything, so he a bit pissed off blurted out "they told me you were a beginner but I didn't think so much: well, we'll start from the basics. For this first lesson, there are a few exercises to do outside the water. Feel this way ... "
The first lesson left me a little disappointed.
I had spent an hour doing the assigned exercises, stretching, specific movements that he let me do for several minutes while he was away.
The only meager satisfaction was at the end of the lesson when he asked me to dive into the water to actually evaluate what I could do: it was a disaster, I threw myself taking a bump and with difficulty I managed to keep afloat. My muscles ached after all the exercises and so after a while I found myself attached to the poolside.
I noticed his slightly discouraged gaze as he told me that the first lesson was actually over.
I did not get discouraged
From week to week I continued to do my lessons: at the beginning I thought that actually all the exercises that he made me do were useless and instead after a couple of months the results showed up. Well, of course, I was not yet a skilled swimmer, but I was already able to make some pools even if with some difficulty in learning the various styles. I didn't think twice about renewing my subscription and continued my private lessons.
Marco's attitude had not changed over time: he was always a little detached, yet something was changing for me.
Whenever I was in the water and he called me back to the pool rather than listening to him, I found myself observing him. It was the first time I had happened to a man, but I felt a grip on my stomach when he crouched down to talk to me and explain what I had to do. In the various lessons I had grasped every detail. I had observed several times his long muscular and slightly hairy legs, the hard features of his face, his short beard of a few days, even his manicured feet in the flip-flops ... not to mention his package that obviously from my position in the water I saw very well. It was a nice full package, well outlined by the fabric of the briefs which, when bending, left a few cm of skin uncovered near his balls.
Ah who wants to reach out his hand ..
But what came to my mind?
I was torn, but the desire was now guiding me and by now I was enjoying the show before me at every lesson: I even found myself having some erections in the water, barely hidden by my costume.
With the passing of the lessons my improvement was visible: I was quite satisfied. The only one who seemed indifferent was just my instructor, who improved the more he demanded: as a result, I worked harder and harder to improve but also to try to attract his attention a little.
I had tried them all: lesson after lesson.
Once I started asking him a thousand questions, once I tried to be nice and make him laugh a little but his answers were always cold and detached. I don't quite know what I wanted to achieve, or maybe yes at this point, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.
The last lessons were approaching, I no longer knew what to do, it had now become a challenge for me. I ate it with my eyes and my stomach closed every time I was near him.
It was the penultimate lesson when I tried one last desperate move: I had bought a tiny swimsuit, black and red. I had chosen it well: it was tight but it wrapped my ass tightly, which with the last months of training had become as hard as I had ever had.
And so that lesson, instead of being found in the water as usual at the scheduled time with the stretching already done, I lingered a bit and when I saw him arrive I started doing the last exercise with my back to him
(or rather, the ass).
From that position I could not see him: I know that I remained in position for a few minutes and no trace of him until I heard his voice behind me that startled me
“Are you still here? I already believed you in the water. Come on, start making 10 tanks, I'll be back in a minute "
I didn't have time to turn around that he was already leaving
What a disappointment.
Nothing, I hadn't attracted his attention at all. How stupid.
I threw myself into the water and waited for him, distracting myself among the numerous strokes.
MARCO
"Bitch bitch, bitch bitch ...
What the fuck is wrong with me? " Marco thought heading towards the changing rooms.
He had been doing this job for years, and yet it had never happened to him (even with the most driven girls and women) to feel such sensations.
"That damned boy ..." he thought as he locked himself in the bathroom. He looked down and looked at the thick erection in his briefs barely covered by the shirt.
He was puzzled ... even though these thoughts had actually been going on for weeks.
He had tried to distract himself with the usual friends he frequented, he fucked for good ... yet then once a week, regardless of what he did, that boy made him mount an absurd desire.
He was a good boy, he worked hard, that blond hair, that body that was shaping well thanks to the swimming pool ... his was pure physical attraction. The first time he felt such a thing for a man. But that boy aroused malice and sensuality in such a natural way ...
“Then what did you want to do today with that brief? It was certainly not accidental ... her ass is better than that of a woman! " He thought as he saw again in his mind the image he had observed for quite a while before.
No, he couldn't. That was his only job, he could barely keep it that way. Bills, mortgage ... a thousand problems ... The only whim he took off was his motorbike which he eventually needed to go to work, so ..
He could not afford to throw everything up: he would not have given him a rope even if the effects on him were clear. Indeed, the effect was now holding him in his hand, swollen and hard.
With his back to the bathroom door, he lowered his briefs under his balls and looked at the cock tight in his hand.
"To hell with these panties, sooner or later they'll catch me and think that figure ... not bad, I'll switch to shorts, at least something they hide ... even if .." and an idea came to his mind.
He settled in better and went back to the swimming pool to teach that damned boy.
...
By now I was resigned.
The last lesson had arrived: there was not much more to hope for.
It was summer now, the courses would be interrupted and I would never see the instructor for months: in addition, I couldn't continue indefinitely with the lessons, now I needed very little. It was just a waste of money that I couldn't go on for long.
So that would have been the last lesson: the pool had also organized a small party at the end of the day for the end of the courses and obviously all the coaches and students of all ages were invited.
I had my lesson just before this party: I was already in the fresh water, in the half-empty swimming pool (in fact, in the heat everyone frequented the outdoor pools now, this was indoors) when Marco arrived and waved to me with his hand. start the heating tanks.
As soon as he finished, he was already waiting for me by the pool: I went under him as usual and I immediately noticed a difference: he didn't wear his usual briefs, but a wide shorts costume that reached him halfway through his tanned thighs.
“So boy, what do you want to do today? Last day, I leave the choice to you, you are now a skilled swimmer "
I sketched a smile at his half compliment but I felt flare when I noticed that the shorts, wide at the right point, showed without problems both his big and hanging balls and his pea, completely at rest with a well-defined chapel covered with abundant foreskin.
"Um ... I don't know ... if ... you are the instructor, I do what you tell me" he literally stammered
In response, he stared into my eyes and smiled at me.
It was the first time I saw him smile ... I broke up and if possible I became even more red.
He sprang to his feet, depriving me of the sight of his beautiful show, told me to do only a few tubs in different styles and that I was then free to do what I wanted, even to go to the party that was about to start shortly.
He left me stunned in the water, I took a few tubs but was distracted.
After a short while I left the swimming pool now empty and went to the changing rooms: a fresh shower, more and more incredulous than what I had seen
"What did it mean? What do I do now? "
I rinsed off quickly.
I went to the booth to change: in the locker room I was the only one left, the music was heard outside, a sign that the party was starting.
Me
I was moving a little slowly, still full of doubts
Maybe I went too far? Was it really what I wanted?
I was completely naked and was about to put on my underwear when I heard a knock.
"What timing" I thought as I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist
I opened thinking they were the cleaners to say that I was almost finished and instead I found myself unexpectedly in front of him: what was he doing there? Teachers have their own dressing room ...
Marco said immediately "Hey! I thought it was you. They are all beyond. Look, I wanted to compliment you on everything you've learned, you're a great student. I was very pleased to be your coach .. "
I, embarrassed, got lost as usual to look at him: he had already changed for the party, a tight shirt that wrapped his muscular body, short shorts that shaped his cock well and the inevitable flip flops. I noticed that his gaze slowly looked at my body, lower and lower, down to my towel. He put his hand on the wall and with a gleeful smile he said to me "are you not getting ready? You don't want to show up with a towel at the waist "
It was so different than usual. He was no longer detached: now the game was done ...
My cock grew with every word and could be seen very well under the towel: I noticed it and tried to close the door "yes a minute and I will come too, I will dress ..."
He did not think the same way, I felt the door resist, in fact he pushed it forcing me to take a couple of steps back. Marco slipped into the cabin, and stood in front of me, towering over me, closing the door behind him.
In a second he tore the towel from me, throwing it behind me and so I found myself naked, in front of him with the hard cock pointing towards him.
I was very red, I looked down and tried to cover my groin with my hands but he took my wrist with one hand stopping the movement and with the other he lifted my chin .. "Don't be embarrassed, on the contrary ..." and kissed me, with great enthusiasm.
How strange to feel his beard prick my cheeks.
It didn't take long for his tongue to invade my mouth.
It was decided.
My legs were literally shaking, so much so that I detached myself to catch my breath from that lustful kiss and, feeling almost missing, I sat on the bench where my bag was ... noticing my towel thrown on the wet floor I bent over to pick it up .
He seized the moment: unconsciously I had offered him what he was so curious about and wanted for weeks.
I wasn't expecting it, but while I was leaning forward he lightning lowered behind me, putting a hand on my back to keep me in position. Immediately I felt that little beard prick my cheeks but my buttocks.
He literally started to lemon my ass: what a strange sensation at the first lick.
What pleasure and what moan came to me at the second: I had to grit my teeth so as not to moan too loudly.
As instinctively, wanting more and more, I put my hands on my smooth buttocks and opened them by his tongue
He moaned licked even stronger, entering as far as he reached with the tip of his tongue. I no longer understood anything, it was a unique pleasure that suddenly ended at a certain point.
I felt him rise behind me and turned me around, making me kneel.
I found myself in front of him who had already dropped his pants and underneath, he wore no underwear.
Finally I saw his hard cock, exactly in front of my eyes.
It hung down a little: it was a nice cock, very venous and very thick. It looked great on his body
The point of the chapel was visible, conspicuously wet.
I touched it, realizing how much it actually filled my hand and I struggled away from how swollen his purple chapel was: he sighed in response as his smell filled my nostrils ... I liked it.
I felt like tasting it ... hesitantly holding it tight in my hand I licked it from the middle of the rod, then on the frenulum and then I came to lick the soaked chapel. It was salty but delicious.
I then started to lick the whole chapel as if it were an ice cream but he didn't waste much time, taking my hair gently he pushed the chapel into my mouth. I felt full.
Marco did not hold back his moans, puffing and pushing more and more that chapel at the bottom he said the first words since he had entered "you are fantastic ... keep it up ..."
It did not take long, the chapel ended at the bottom of my mouth leaving me breathless and my nose ended up in his hair.
I was able to take it all in the mouth, thanks to its not too long length, but I felt a little suffocated because it was really wide.
I felt well the increasingly hard chapel that left that salty taste in my mouth, as the rhythm increased.
For my first time, I thought I was doing really well. While I was still sucking him, he leaned over me a little, reaching my ass with the tips of my fingers ..
It was still abundant
wet with his saliva and he played with it a bit, reaching to put his finger on it.
It was too much: I felt a jolt of pleasure mount from the lower abdomen and I started to fuck my cock which took little time to burst and fill the floor in front of his feet. I felt my ass tighten his finger with every sketch I made, until he pulled it off giving me another shake of pleasure.
I anchored him in his thighs pushing him a bit because I really was short of breath, given the position I had his cock fixed at the bottom of the mouth and I looked him in the eyes to make him understand to slow down a little
In his eyes I found only pure pleasure: he slowed down the rhythm, making it come out of the mouth all salted up to the balls and then sinking it all back and keeping it planted for a few seconds.
When he was at the bottom he felt that he was throbbing, alive, in my mouth: at the umpteenth lunge, without warning me in the least, keeping my head firmly anchored to his cock, I felt him throbbing much more rhythmically
I realized only a few seconds later, feeling it swell even more, that it was coming, spraying the first stream in my throat.
I coughed with his cock still planted in my mouth, stepped back a few inches and two splashes filled my cheeks.
Still coughing the cum came out of the corners of my mouth ... finally withdrew and launched two more sketches on my chest as I spit on the floor that flood of seed I had in my mouth.
In fact, I realized that I didn't mind the taste at all, but it had taken me completely by surprise and the instinct was to spit everything out.
Quickly he made up his mind, messed my hair and said to me with a chuckle “I was drunk with my boyfriend, you really apply yourself in everything you do. See you later at the party, and if you want to the next lessons ... private ... "
I didn't answer if not smiling, still covered in cum, while he was leaving the cabin ..
