The whole thing felt out of this world: I was blowing my buddy, feeling no shame or remorse. The only 2 issues my mind concentrated on were to please Hunter, and c*m myself. My hand descended to my groin, and began jacking myself furiously.
I was close when I heard Hunter growl. His body tensed against my face, and as my c**k started ejaculating, his first jet hit the back of my palate. I gagged, but his hands held my head down, forcing me to swallow as rapidly as I could or drown trying. I managed to swallow some of his juices, while a substantial amount landed on my thigh and the sofa. Once the stream became a trickle, I let it drip on my tongue and taste it. The warm, oily, thick liquid tasted different than anything I had ever tasted before. It wasn't bad, yet different. Knowing it ha
