Ryan's Life (Part 3)

RYAN EXHIBITIONIST'S LIFE

PART III: Experimenting with exhibitionism: crossing boundaries

What is the saying again? “Once you go black, you never go back”? I do have to concur.

Once you go visit the black saunas, you never go back!

In the following weeks, I kept on regularly going to the massage place near the hospital so Bastian would take care of my back... and of other parts of my body.

He jerked me off and made me nut a couple of times but we never went further than that.

But sometimes, I would also return to the sauna place that I had found, closer to New York.

There, I was getting more and more daring.

Basically, my plan going there was to show myself off to the most guys possible.

I was wandering naked and hard everywhere, spreading my legs, even arching my back, stroking my cock every time someone would look at me for more than two seconds.

I was giving a hell of a show!

I did jerk off in the saunas a couple of times, as well as in the showers in front of a crowd, maybe ten people were watching me.

I came in the drain and most of the voyeurs exploded at the same time.

In just a few visits, I had become quite the attraction of the place.

Sometimes, I was getting worried about Mallory finding out, or guilty about doing that behind her back, but I would brush it off, thinking it was harmless fun between guys and at the very least, I was not seeing other girls!

Truthfully, I was just loving it too much and had to rationalize my behaviour somehow.

The fourth time that I went, I stumbled onto Eric in the locker-room. It had been more than a couple of months since our first encounter.

“Remember me?” I asked him.

“Ryan, the surgeon!” He hugged me while he was already naked and I was still in my everyday clothes. “How could I forget?” He grabbed my ass in my tight jeans.

“Eric, the mechanic!” I spoke, hugging him back, a bit flustered by his abrasiveness.

I was glad that he was there.

The previous time, I had jerked off for several guys but one of them was particularly annoying and kept on insisting to suck my dick off. It sorts of killed the mood for me.

I was eager for some alone time with Eric since he was much more mindful of taking things slow.

We found an unoccupied sauna and we resumed our chat about our lives, as if we had been good friends for years. The work, the wife, the kids. We talked about everything until it inevitably came back to sex.

As we were having a discussion about our first girlfriends and our first-time having sex, Eric began to stroke himself.

I did not acknowledge it but I knew it was my signal to start fumbling with my own cock. It was a bit surreal (but very enjoyable), chitchatting about eating pussies while we were both furiously jerking off.

“Your body is amazing, my friend.” Eric said, as pearls of sweat were drippling down his muscular chest.

“You’re one to talk.” I replied.

He got closer to me.

“No, I mean it. Your chest, your dick, your ass. Some Hollywood movie stars material right there.”

“You like it?”

“Fuck yeah!”

He extended his hand and seeing I was not rejecting it, he touched my abs.

“The full six packs.” He caressed them, he was slightly brushing my cock at the same time.

I let go of a moan.

Damn, I loved the way he was going about it… Worshiping me!

“You can touch…” I whispered.

Slowly, his hand moved around my thighs, my balls, until he grabbed my cock and stroke it.

He was looking straight in my eyes; it was a whole different experience than when Bastian was jerking me off.

It felt way more intimate with Eric. My heart was racing in my chest.

“You love my big cock, don’t you?” I asked.

“I fucking love it. Best cock I’ve ever seen.”

He stroked me harder with his right hand, his left hand was still busy on his own dick. I looked at the door of the sauna, in disbelief that I was ready to go that far in a public place!

“I want to cum on your face.” I heard me say, again, surprising myself.

Eric did not say a word but aim the cock towards his face, his lips got very close. I thought he was about to suck me off.

I was contemplating my next move (pulling his face towards my cock or pushing it away) when someone walked into the room. The young Cuban guy I had already seen a couple of times was taken aback by the scene.

Shit. Getting caught sent me over the edge!

I exploded right on Eric’s face.

I was so fucking horny, I felt like my cock had become an uncontrollable hose, spraying my poor friend with gallons of milk.

Eric was cumming at the same time, all over my thighs.

What a glorious mess!

I was sweating and panting. Eric wiped my sperm off his face. For a split second, I ridiculously thought he was about to punch me.

“Same time, next week?” He suggested with a creamy smile.

I nodded yes and Eric left the room.

I stayed there for a while, looking at his cum dripping from my legs, forming a puddle at my feet.

The Cuban guy ended up kneeling in front of me and licking the cum off my soles.

That had definitely taken a turn!

This Friday night was the beginning of a weekly ritual which would last for a whole year and which I would call, “my experimentation period”.

I was 28 when I started frequenting the “Bath & Beyond Club”.

Although it was more than a three hours ride from my place, I went there at least two times a month for a good three years.

To this day, I still pass by to see my old friends, even less so frequently.

I was one of the only white regulars and I guess it made me feel special.

I was standing out in the crowd of beefy Black and Latino guys. I was also very welcomed there: persistent looks, friendly slaps on the butt, winks in the locker-rooms.

The men were chill, most of them - I learned with time - were married with kids, just like me, and you could always stumble on a young twink ready to suck you off.

Although, it did take a while before I received any blow-job.

I am an exhibitionist at heart.

Contrary to many of my fellow sauna-enthusiasts, I was not going to this sort of places to fuck with guys or to “cruise”, I was going there to be seen, to be watched… to be worshipped.

Letting Eric stroking my dick during my first visit was unexpected.

Letting Sebastian sucking me off, although it happened many months later, came even more as a surprise.

Besides my roommate in college, about ten years prior, no other guy had ever locked his lips around my dick. But Sebastian did. And I gladly let him.

After having frequented the sauna for about five months, the familiar crowd had gotten used to see me stroking myself and they had learned not to try coming near my dick.

I had made it clear that I was very happy for them to watch, but not to touch.

Only Eric, because I had immediately felt safe and comfortable with, could lend me a hand from times to times.

Because I am a good lad, I eventually returned the favour to him.

Trust me, it was quite something when my right hand closed around his girthy shaft for the first time. Eric’s big black cock was already wet with precum and slimy with saliva.

But it was only fair that I helped him out too! Right?

When the both of us were stroking each other, we would always attract some voyeurs, which only encouraged me to do it again… and again… and again.

You bet that the show was enticing! A muscular black daddy with massive balls and a horse-cock, playing with a younger white dude, not even 30 yet, and his perfect 7.5. inches cock.

We were not to be missed.

The progression was slow. Each time, I would feel a little more at ease, I would go a little further.

From stroking him rather mechanically, I let my hand go towards his balls, I let our thighs rub against one another, I let him spit on my cock to make it slimy.

At some point, finishing ourselves on our respective stomach became a bit boring, especially as the guys watching were begging for a taste, so, we found an alternative to keep our show entertaining.

Someday, as I was about to cum, I stood up and emptied myself on the three dudes who were watching us.

Right on their eager faces.

They got on their knees as soon as they understood my intention and I hit them on their cheeks and foreheads. I sprayed their hair too.

One of these dudes was Sebastian.

Naturally, for the next session a couple weeks later, not a single guy was watching us from sitting down on a bench, instead, Eric and I were giving our show for five, and then six, and then ten, black and Latino dudes, kneeling before us!

It felt very powerful, seeing those manly guys who were twice my size, freaking forces of nature, - some were actual bodybuilders competing across the State -, kneeling down in the hope of catching a glimpse of my seed.

Eric seemed to love it too.

What I loved most of course was the way those guys were looking at me, up at my raging hard-on and sweaty muscular body. It was pure lust in their eyes.

They wanted me so bad.

After my first year being a regular at the sauna, it had become some sort of a ritual.

Eric had mastered the art of jerking me off exactly how I liked it, playing with my cockhead a lot, alternating slow and fast motions, he could get me to jizz in less than five minutes but we both enjoyed to make it last.

When I was ready to cum, I would tell Eric to slow down and then, we would both stand up and finish ourselves off by aiming our fat engorged cocks towards a row of guys kneeling before us – all tongues’ out.

We called it “showering”.

It had become such a key part of my sex life that it even impacted my real life with Mallory.

We were doing fine back then, more than fine actually. The twins were growing up, we had found a new balance, and we were having sex just like when we first met.

Mallory had always been great in the sack.

Yet, when I knew that I was planning a visit to the “Bath & Beyond Club”, I would purposely prevent myself from cumming in anticipation so this meant no sex with my hot wife.

See, in my sick perverted brain, my goal rapidly became to spray bigger and thicker loads than Eric.

I also wanted to perform better than the previous “shower” I had given to impress my voyeurs even more each time.

Who did I think I was? Michael freaking Phelps?

Yeap, beating my meat and cumming had turned into an athletic competition!

Funny enough, Eric was using similar strategies on his side. He wanted to top me as well. Figuratively, I mean.

Well, as far as I know.

“You’re edging yourself too?” He asked me once.

It was only the two of us in one of the heated pools.

“What do you mean?”

“Edging? Come on! You’re going to pretend you don’t know. Don’t play naive with me, Ryan. You’re no rookie anymore!”

I smiled.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Maybe because the last couple of times we showered the guys, it looked like you were emptying gallons of jizz from your smooth white balls! A damn milky white river!”

“My balls are not that smooth!”

“They’re smoother than mine!”

Eric straightened-up so his hard cock and heavy balls would come out above the water level. This was unnecessary to make his point, I already knew that he was super hairy, everywhere.

His ass crack looked like the Amazonian Forest, but I digress.

“You’re one to talk, we both know you’re jizzing buckets as well.” I pointed out. “Every single time!”

“Yeah. I’m edging myself like crazy and I can own up to that. Even to the point where I’m afraid my wife will notice it.”

“I choose to come here when I know that Mallory is going to be very busy for the three previous days. Like, when she has long shifts at the hospital, or if there is something we need to take care of with the twins. This way, I know she won’t have too much libido and I can keep my spunk in my balls, not feeling too guilty…”

I smiled faintly. I felt ridiculous admitting to that. Ashamed, even.

Eric did not seem to mind though. He chuckled.

“My problem is that wifey is kind of a sex addict, I have to satisfy her every day. No matter what. There could be a war going on in our streets, I would still be required to stuff her pussy with my dick and feed her with my male juice.”

“Really?”

He fondled with his hard cock, winking at me.

“What can I say? Once you have tasted that sausage, it’s hard to live without!”

I shrugged my shoulders; I was a tiny bit jealous, Mallory loved sex, but not that much.

Or maybe I was jealous that I never had a taste of that slab of meat.

“Good for you, I guess.”

“Before coming here though, I always spend the last 24 hours beating my meat to really mature the juice inside my balls. See, I don’t judge you.”

This time, he grabbed his large balls. I rolled my eyes but I was smiling.

Eric was a lot sometimes.

“Dude…”

“What? We can tell each other everything at this point, right? I even jerk-off in the toilets at work. The Chief caught me the other day, but eh, we’re cool so he did not mind. I don’t cum though. I just push myself to the limit.”

“That’s crazy.”

“As if you have never busted one in the restrooms at the hospital before? Don’t lie to Uncle Eric!”

As a joke, he was sometimes referring himself as the “Uncle” of the place.

“Guilty!” I grinned. “I just think it’s silly, taking that much risks in a foolish attempt to bust more loads than me during the showering, when you already know you will never be able to beat me on that front!”

This time, I thrusted my own hips to get my hardening cock out of the water. I was proud of my tool too.

“Wanna bet? Mister I have to stop myself from cumming for three days straight to prove that I have the biggest loads of the place!”

We were laughing when a group of five guys came in the pool. I knew a couple of them, but the other three seemed to be newcomers, the taller one seemed down-right scared. Long flaccid caramel dick though.

I gave him a reassuring smile. I was not too sure how he took it. An invitation maybe?

Eric and I left the group of guys rather quickly, – they were too busy between themselves anyway -, to go into our favourite sauna where we started stroking each other off.

We were no longer joking about who was producing the most loads, we were getting ourselves to that well-anticipated climax, waiting for our usual lurkers to come in. I was feeding on the excitement, the tension, the anticipation. 

Rather quickly, the sauna room was filled with horny men.

A semi-circle formed in front of us. Mainly regulars. Eleven or twelve guys.

It was one of our biggest “shows”, the room was not that spacious, meaning that we were all over each other.

The shy and rather tall guy I had noticed in the pool had joined the audience, he followed the lead of the others when he knelt down. I was not too sure if my reputation was preceding me.

A part of me liked to think that this stranger had come just for me, for this moment, to experience his first “showering”.

I also recognized Sebastian in the crew.

He had been an avid participant of the showering since the very beginning.

Going back even further, he had been the lucky one slurping on my jizz when Eric had jerked me off for the very first time.

Sebastian was 19 years old. I did not know much about him aside from the fact that both his parents were Cuban and he was working at a gay club on the week-ends.

He was rather slim but fit, and had a perfect juicy rounded butt.

You know the peach emoji? Well, that was that guy in real life.

Sebastian was also one of the youngest guys being a regular at the “Bath & Beyond Club”, – so young and so fucking perverted -, his full luscious lips had blown more cocks than I could count.

90% of the men there had experienced his notorious deepthroats, I was one of the few who were still resisting him.

I mean, who was I to judge? If I could have, I would have eaten every pussy and ass coming my way when I was 19… And to be real, that statement was still very true at 30.

I was simply controlling myself to be respectful of Mallory.

Not sure if I was very much in control that day though… nor respectful.

As per usual, at one point, Eric and I stood up and the group of voyeurs kneeling before us understood it was the moment to stick their tongues out. Every time, it was my favourite moment, feeling their lust over us, they were bowing down to their straight God.

I should have said “Gods”, Eric was as much entertaining as I was.

We looked at each other smiling, the guys were all-ready, some were stroking their own cocks, and the showering happened.

Sebastian made me think of a bridesmaid, fighting her girlfriends to catch the bouquet at the wedding. He was doing the most to catch my milk, even if that meant physically pushing the new guy away.

I made sure to spray him right into his mouth. As I was releasing volleys after volleys of spunk, I specifically let go two thick loads into Sebastian’s throat.

His mouth was opened so wide that I could see his uvula… which I painted white!

It was one my strongest orgasms, but Eric’s edging was clearly working as well, his cock erupted in dozens of volleys of white cream. I got hit on the thighs. I nodded yes to Sebastian to signal him that he could lick it off.

That was nasty. He sniffed and slurped on my thigh.

At this point, we had never talked. Well, even later on, Sebastian had never been much of a talker. He was using his mouth for better purposes.

I went to take a shower after our little performance and said goodbye to Eric. He had to go early, there was a party at home for one of his kids’ birthdays.

I had some vacations plans with Mallory in the following days and I knew I would have a lot of work when I would be back so I stayed a little longer.

If I could not come back to the sauna before several weeks, I wanted to prolong the experience.

Again, my sexual life with Mallory was far from boring, and I had other ways to show myself off… I loved the attention from nurses and patients at the hospital, I was also going to the gym a lot.

Yet, those men in the sauna, they were just offering something more. They were very upfront about their intention, about the way they were perceiving me as an appetizing piece of meat, it was really getting me going.

I am guessing only true exhibitionists will understand this.

I did not anticipate to do anything more sexual that night though. I had already nutted buckets and I was tired.

I stayed because I wanted my time off to continue. I went to relax in a Hamman. When the guys around me started to fuck – balls deep in the ass -, I moved on to the hot tub.

I really did not mind the hardcore fucking, I had become used to it and it was part of the vibes of the place, but that was not the reason why I was going there.

After nearly an hour spent chilling in the Jacuzzi alone, it was time to hit back home. The place had become weirdly silent and the janitor was already closing some of the doors and shutting the lights.

He signalled me it was time to go with a nod.

We were somewhat familiar with each other. The janitor was an older black man, I did not know his age but if I had met him in the streets, I would have thought he would be retired.

It seemed to me like he had been working in this place for all his life.

It was possible since the “Bath and Beyond Club” was a fifty years old institution.

I returned to the locker-room, thinking about the three hours ride waiting for me. I was also wondering if Mallory would be in the mood for some fucking, I clearly could have gone for a second round now.

Sometimes, I wondered if she smelled a male scent all over me. I hoped not.

I had justified my regular hang-outs by inventing a poker club with some old friends from college. It was hard to say if my wife believed it or not but she never questioned me.

Lost in my thoughts, next to my locker, I stumbled onto Sebastian. He had his jockstraps on and was about to slide his juicy bum into slim jeans.

Who were still wearing those? Young gay twinks I guess.   

“Nice jockstraps.” I remarked.

He seemed a bit embarrassed.

“Thanks…”

“Sorry, I did not want to bother you while you’re changing.”

His eyes were fixating on my flaccid cock. I was still stark naked. I rarely bothered wrapping a towel around my waist when walking around the place.

“You do not bother me, Papi.”

I let go of a laughter. I had been called Daddy or Sir before, but Papi, that was a first.

“Did you get any luck tonight?”

“I… I suppose…”

“Who fucked you?”

I do not know why I asked that, I was probably testing my limits.

“No one, Papi, but I got to… I got to see you with Uncle Eric… And I got to taste you. I was lucky.”

“I’m Papi and he is Uncle Eric then?”

He smiled.

“How do you want me to call you?”

I thought about it for a second.

“Papi is fine. But my eyes are up there, boy.”

Again, Sebastian looked embarrassed.

“Sorry!”

“I was kidding. Do you think I would come in places like this if I did not want guys like you to look at me?”

The young Cuban swallowed his saliva.

“You’re really straight?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You never let anyone… You never fuck anyone here.”

“I am married. To a woman.”

Sebastian looked around as if he was afraid that we would get caught. It was sort of funny given how much more inappropriate things which were constantly happening in this place.

“I like straight men.” He spoke in a low voice.

“You like me?”

Sebastian nodded yes frenetically; he looked like an excited puppy.

“I was so happy when you chose me during the showering earlier. I noticed that you picked me, Papi. I really did!”

I smiled. I felt my dick reacting. My first reflex was to be ashamed, - a response probably originating in the homophobic society we live in -, but quickly, I remembered where I was and who I was talking to.

I let my dick getting to a semi state while talking with the guy.

“I did notice you as well. What’s your name? You’re more than 18, right?” I had to confirm.

“Of course, I’m 19. Nearly 20. And I’m Sebastian. Your name is Ryan, right? I hear Uncle Eric calling you sometimes.”

“My name is Papi to you.” I stated firmly.

I walked towards him. Just a few steps. But suddenly, we were very closed.

“Yes, Papi.” He muttered.

“What do you like about me?”

“Everything, Papi! Everything!”

“Be specific.” I commanded.

It was really out of character for me to be that dominant but in this place, in this context, I was somebody else. Also, I started to get the feeling that Sebastian had not been standing there, right next to my locker, by mistake.

Had he been waiting for me?

“I love your muscles, Papi.”

“Which ones?”

“Your pecs. They look fantastic. So large and… firm.”

“How can you tell they are firm?”

“I… I just can…”

“Touch them.” I heard me say. “Feel them.”

Sebastian hesitated for a few seconds before extending his arm.

He touched my upper chest tentatively at first, but then, he really went for it, even playing with my nipples.

“They are so firm, Papi. So fucking perfect.”

I felt a twingle in my throat as he was twisting my right nipple.

I had never been touched by a man this way.

What I had done with my roommate more than ten years prior was all about sucking, it was quick and dirty. What I was doing with Eric was more of a “bro thing”, I did not think Eric was really feeling anything for me. We were releasing some of the pressure from our daily married lives.

But here, with Sebastian, there was sexual tension in the air. The caressing involved was more sensual. The way he was looking at me reminded me of the girls I was having sex with in college. It was like we were doing some foreplay before something more intense.

Were we?

“I like your abs too.” Sebastian spoke, sliding his fingers down to my abs.

I was doing my best to keep a steady rhythm at the gym to stay fit despite my hours at the hospital.

I was telling Mallory that I needed the gym for my mental health, which was partially true, but mostly, I knew I wanted to be in shape for my loyal lurkers. Also, I loved wandering around naked in the busy locker-rooms.

“What about my thighs?” I asked the Cuban boy.

He immediately lowered his hands to rub them. My dick was getting stiffed. It almost poked his face but it did not touch it.

Sebastian was careful with respecting my boundaries, he did not grab my blatantly hard cock.

I only enjoyed him more for that.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned as he was rubbing my inner thighs, merely caressing my balls.

“I also love your ass, Papi. Big, hairy, muscular.”

“I like your ass too.” I chuckled.

I turned around to give him easy access so he could caress me.

He knelt down to have his face at the right place.

Sebastian surprised me. He had become way more confident; he was groping my ass and he even spread my cheeks. Although I had been an exhibitionist for a long time, I did not remember exposing so much of me, down to my virgin, slightly hairy, asshole.

I let him. I was stroking myself feeling his breath against my hole, my dick had gone back to full-mast and was dripping on the floor.

I wondered if we were the last ones in the sauna, maybe someone would come in and surprise us. I got even harder at this thought.

I turned back around suddenly and, this time, I did smash Seb’s head with my tool. I even smeared him with my precum.

“And what about my big juicy cock? What do you think about it?” I asked him.

“Oh, Papi… I…. I love it so much… It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen in my life… It looks like a perfect dildo in the store, only more juicy, more lively… And the veins…”

“You want to touch them? My veins?”

My dick throbbed.

Sebastian nodded yes and brought his hand to my dick. No hesitation this time.

“Don’t you think there’s a better way?” I challenged him.

I was loving this, being that provocative.

I used to love being told what to do by hot girls online, but there, having this gay boy clearly lusting all over my body, having him worshipping me, I was living a whole new kind of experience.

“Papi… What… What do you mean?”

He was drooling. Literally drooling over my cock.

“You know exactly what I mean, Sebastian.”

Slowly, because he wanted to make sure that he had understood the instructions, my admirer got his lips closer to my shaft. I felt his breath on my cockhead before I felt his tongue sticking against it.

I shut my eyes and the boy swallowed my shaft.

Fuck.

I was really letting him do that.

I heard Sebastian gagging and I opened my eyes, he was bobbing up and down my cock, dripping saliva everywhere, notably on his smooth Latino chin.

He was looking at me while blowing me. His brown eyes were telling me how much he was enjoying his meal.

I was lucky with Mallory, when she was sucking my dick, I could tell she truly wanted it. She was one of these rare girls. Still, with gay guys, it is a whole other level. It is hard to explain but Sebastian treated my dick as if it were the eighth wonder of the world…

And you know me by now, I certainly do love the attention!

I was impressed by his dick-sucking skills although not too surprised given the meaty black cocks he was taking hard in his throat on a regular basis.

Because I wanted the moment to last a little longer and as I was about to cum, I asked him to take a little break. Things had gone messy. There was a puddle of saliva on the floor. Probably mixed with precum.

I sat down on a bench.

He was still kneeling down before me.

Good boy.

“Your dick has the perfect taste, Papi, just like your cum.”

“You have not even gotten a full course yet.” I spoke in one other provocation.

I could see Seb’s dick throbbing through the pouch of his jockstraps but he did not pull it out.

Another sign of respect from him.

“Have you ever had a sub?” He asked me while I was casually fondling with my dick.

“A submissive, you mean?”

“Yeah…”

“No.”

“Well, you have me now.” He marked a pause and licked his own wet lips. “If you want.”

I did not answer. I was not sure what this would entail. I did not want to play with the boy’s heart.

I caught him looking somewhere else than my dick. Lower.

“Do you like my feet?”

“I do, Papi.”

Funny how I had always been a fetishist but despite my years of venturing around, I had never let another man lick my feet.

That was about to change though.

Without saying another word, I lifted both my feet from the floor – they were already wet and dirty with saliva -, and pressed them against Sebastian’s face. The poor guy, he was totally smothered.

He started to sniff them and then, to kiss my soles.

I stroked myself again. Did that make me gay? I could not care less. I was loving this.

“Suck them off.” I commanded.

My sub, of whatever he was to me now, obliged immediately.

Damn, that was so hot, maybe even hotter than the cock-sucking. Sebastian was licking both of my feet, sucking off my toes, and then he swallowed my entire right foot in his mouth, stretching his lips to crazy length.

He was choking himself with my foot, gagging, almost puking, but he would not stop. He had to worship me. He was born for this.

I had to collect myself not to nut right there.

But I knew I would not resist for much longer.

Sebastian attempted to talk while he was still swallowing my foot. It was almost endearing.

“tho deflifiouus pfapi.”

“Come eat Papi’s balls, my boy, I’m about to nut. They deserve some love.”

Sebastian delicately let go of my feet, giving them each one last kiss, and obediently took care of my balls.

He took another big sniff before putting both of my balls in his eager mouth.

This lasted for about a minute before two things happened at the same time.

Sebastian let go off my balls to slide his tongue in my piss-slit while he was stroking my shaft with his two hands. The boy could multi-task like a champ!

At that exact moment, I heard someone shutting a door, and suddenly, the janitor was in the room, a trash bag in his hand.

Right when the janitor surprised us, I nutted. I could not help it.

Sebastian immediately threw his mouth around my shaft to drink every droplet of my thick and nutritious nectar.

He deepthroated me as I was emptying myself and flooding his Cuban stomach.

Although I had jizzed only a couple hours before, I delivered a strong orgasm. Getting caught had pushed me over the edge.

Only this time, Sebastian was lucky enough to swallow the entire meal! The boy had his nose glued to my pubic hair and he would not let go until my dick was deflating inside his throat.

It was one of the craziest moments of my life, but the janitor who had seen it all before, was not fazed.

As I was finishing up my orgasm and wiping the last droplets of spunk hanging from my now semi-flaccid cock over Seb’s forehead, he told us in his usual jaded tone:

“Closing guys. Time to go.”

“Yes, Sir.” Seb told him, his mouth full.

I smiled at my sub.