Broken Arms Part 3
A Story by Victoria_Boy@Hotmail.com Comments & gifts (yeah right) welcome.
M/m, oral, mild domination, one way sex.
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Dave was flipping channels later on and passed a channel that made me do a double take. I had him flip back to see one of those shop at home infomercials advertising Proactiv Refining Mask. We watched for a minute, and once it was obvious it was a facial mask to help fight acne, I made some smart ass comment that I should get the $30 bucks he'd have to spend on this treatment.
"Hey, if it works it works," was Dave's response. "And I didn't hear you complaining." It was true, I had no complaints at all. We talked for a bit. I was curious if it was the same to have me cum on his face instead of him cum on his own face. Dave was not as interested in talking about it as I was, but he still answered. "It's tough when I do it to myself... I tough to aim and all that when I'm having an orgasm." I had a few more questions about exactly how and all that, but Dave was giving short answers. "What did you think of it? Too gross?" Dave asked.
"O no that was awesome!" I said. "I really really enjoyed it! It was way better than I thought it would be, and it is a lot of fun! Shooting on your face felt so good, and it looks hot. Hell yeah!" I sort of sensed I was babbling at that point, but I continued. "I can't wait to try it again, um, I mean if you want to."
"Well, sure I guess, if you do. I mean I've got to do it to keep from breaking out so if you like it we can try again." Dave looked like he was both excited and about to die.
"Right now?" I asked.
"Uh, sure I guess." Dave just sat there, so I stood up and turned so I was standing a foot in front of the chair where he was sitting. Dave shyly moved down to his knees in front of me. I just stood there and let him do his thing. He reached up and pulled down my shorts with both hands. The last times he had taken my hardon out I was laying down so it sort of flopped on my belly. This time I was standing right in front of him, so my dick swung out and smacked him in the face, leaving a tiny bit of precum on his cheek. Dave looked up at me, and I down at him for a split second after the first contact, but Dave just kept both his hand on my underwear as he guided them down my legs and I stepped out of them. My dick kept bouncing into or rubbing against his face or the top of his head the whole time. I noticed the dried cum spot again and smiled to myself.
After my underwear was completely off, Dave reached up and tentatively stroked me a few times. The fist strokes released a gob of pre-cum, and felt fantastic. Dave released my dick and sat up a bit to pull his own underwear down a bit so his own cock could be free. This made my dick hit Dave's face several more times, and the precum had formed a string from his cheek to my dick.
Dave reached up and gave me a few more strokes. Dave was still getting comfortable, but I was raring to go. He stroked me again, and then just pulled my dick down away from my body. I thought it hurt at first, but then felt a surge of blood and was clearly harder when I bounced back up. Dave clearly knew a lot more about masturbation and what felt good than I did. Again Dave began stroking, then he stopped to ask if we should turn the porn on. I didn't need it, but thought better than to say that, so agreed that would be a good idea.
Dave still held my erection in his hand as he fumbled for the remote, but let it go a few times as he looked closely at the buttons to switch to the porn. A few times he reached back up to give me a "courtesy tug," and a few more times my cock again brushed against his face or hair. I was careful to make sure it was not me moving my dick to hit Dave in the face, but it just was happening and he did not try to stop it. When the porn started and the volume was set Dave was reaching to put the remote back on the chair behind him and looked up at me. My dick hit him straight in the forehead and ran down to between his eyes and on the bridge of his nose before he reached up to grasp it again. When this happened I could feel him exhale across my balls and through my pubic hair, and my dick throbbed up off his face and came down to smack him just before his hand took over.
Dave was getting better and better and his hand jobs. He was regularly getting spit from his mouth, and now that the head of my dick was so close to his mouth he was more pulling spit out of his mouth and placing it onto my pulsing red head. Dave was using both hands for me most of the time, only using his left hand to stroke himself on occasion, and only for short bursts. I had never paid much attention to my balls before, but between the last time and this session Dave was making me aware of what I had been missing! He was holding them between his thumb and index finger, which hand formed a "C" shape and were holding my sac from behind. My actual testicles were below his thumb and index, and the back of my balls sort of rest in the palm of his hand as the remaining fingers gently tickled the sides of my scrotum. If he had been grabbing harder it would have been as if to hold me in place and prevent me from taking a step back. Instead he was sort of forming a ring with the "C" that prevented my testicles from puling up towards my body too much. Dave clearly had done this on himself before and Thought I would enjoy it. He was right.
When I was getting closer, Dave instinctively slowed down. He would take a break to get more saliva, and would use it to just fondle the head for a few seconds. I was feeling great, except I had been standing for 10 minutes and my legs were getting tired. I told Dave I wanted to finish before my legs gave out, and he almost looked disappointed it was going to end. Quickly though Dave brought me again close to the edge, and then slowed down but only for a second this time. I was panting, and noticed Dave was too, and I could really feel his breath surrounding my cock. Each stop and go now was getting shorter and shorter, and I was stepping up closer and closer to the point of no return. Briefly Dave used one hand to stroke himself, but returned both hands to pleasuring me to tickling my balls and jerking me off. I was getting closer.
Dave did another saliva pull and kept stroking with his left hand while he played with the very sensitive and very full head. I called out for him not to stop this time, and that I wanted to cum. He exhaled, and his warm breath started me down the path towards orgasm. Dave looked up at me, was stroking my dick with one hand, now touching my balls with his other, and the slippery head ever so gently brushed against his cheek. That was it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I groaned and could swear I heard Dave mutter "oh yeah" under his breath, and began to unload on his face. Dave had my dick aimed on more of a horizontal angle this time, and my cum more shot straight at him instead of arcing up and landing down across his face. Regardless, the result was the same as he was quickly covered in my juice, and I was still spurting the last drops when I saw on Dave's face that his own orgasm had begun only seconds after his hand returned to his own dick.
I had only shot a few gobs to his forehead and hair this time, but his lower face around his nose and mouth were thickly covered in white goo. Both his eyes were clear and I noticed him looking up at me as I inspected my work with pride. Dave was still breathing heavily, but was done the intense part of his orgasm, and I could see he had shot quite a load. I did not rush to get a towel for Dave this time, but instead just stood over him and looked down at the beauty of my cum covered friend, and took in the scene of him kneeling there with my sperm all over his face. I noticed that my cum was right up to his nostrils, and I suspected was even inside a little. I looked closer, and the smell of cum was very strong from the few feet above where I was standing, and I could not imagine how strong it must be when the cum was right in nose. Dave just sat there, still holding my dick, covered in my cum, and looking up at me in a fixed position. Jizz was running down the side of his face, but he still held my dick in his hand, and my dick was still pulsing.
Dave used his finger to clean the last few lingering drops from my softening dick. I did not make a move to go get a towel for him until he let me go, and that took several minutes. I didn't say anything during this time, but just looked down at Dave who was unable to open his mouth because it was covered in so much cum. More of my cum and started to drip down his chin and neck, and along the side of his face down to his chest. I was also very aware of his breathing, and that he must be inhaling a great deal of that musky scent. I would have been having a breakdown and panic attack if I were in his position and a friend had just used my face for target practice, but Dave looked quite comfortable with the situation. He finally took a very deep breath as if signifying the passing of the orgasmic bliss, and released my dick.
I got Dave a towel, and he again started cleaning his own dick and worked his way up his body towards his face. This process took a little longer this time because of how much of my fluid had run down his chest and neck. Even with the extra time he was doing a poor job of cleaning, and I thought he was more smearing his cum around. When he did get to his face he cleared his lips first, and then spoke before cleaning any of the rest of my load.
"I think I should have a shower this time." Dave said. I laughed out loud, but had to agree. I held up my underwear with my foot and Dave helped me get them on before he stood up without cleaning anymore, and went to the bathroom. I faintly heard him say "Oh my god" to himself when he got in there, and I assumed he had seen what a mess he was in the mirror. Dave was in the bathroom a few minutes before the water started.
After about 20 minutes Dave emerged nice and clean from the bathroom, and thanked me for the use of the shower. We got dressed and decided to get some fresh air outside. We goofed around out in the yard for a good hour, and Dave said he should probably go home before his mom got mad again. We said our goodbyes, and Dave said he would call or message later in the night.
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