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I could see his legs tightening, locking into the painfully stiff straightness that comes with ejaculation. His hands pinched my shoulders so tightly I thought I could feel my muscles being smashed between his fingers, and finally the pain intruded. But it was only for the briefest moment, for his cock suddenly spit out the warm semen in a final sort of jerk that startled me. I'd never really felt it from this perspective, of course. At first I resisted swallowing, but there was enough of it that eventually I had little choice. I suppose I could have spit it out, but that's just nasty. I think so, anyway. I just gulped it down, and it went smoothly...it just left that strange tiny young lolita nymphet taste in my mouth, really indescribable unless you've tasted it. I close my eyes for a moment, and he spurted into my free gay lolita porn mouth again. I prepared to swallow it, and at that moment I could hold it no longer and my own erection spewed all over the side of my shorts. I felt strangely embarrassed, as if I had peed in my pants in first grade. But of course this was no piss, and I shot what I think was the biggest load of my life thus far right into my shorts. russain young lolita pic It felt like my dick was swimming amatuer lolita underwear models in a warm pool of syrup. That's what the consistency of cum always reminded me of. Syrup. My mouth dropped off of his cock slackly, and jism rolled out of the corner of my mouth and from his cock, still slippery wet from the saliva and cum. It was still hard, trickling little spurts, beads of cum appearing at the end of dripping off sometimes. It was maybe another five seconds before he was done, and a little while longer before I was. Or maybe shorter...time was video vixen lola luv little fluid there. Forgive the pun. I just let myself fall on my back, which was painful because it bent my legs under me. The wetness was all over in my crotch, and I was pretty sure it had soaked through and could be seen. Shit, I thought. I didn't think I had a lot left in my balls then, thought of course I always had something left in there to shoot. teen lolita young top But I couldn't very well drop my shorts now that they were nasty with cum. I didn't feel so much embarrassed as disappointed. Just looking at his bare chest made me hot again. He had very little chest hair, but he still had more than me. I was smooth as a baby's ass then, and I still am for the most part. The fact that this Asian guy had more than me is testament to that. Then again, I definitely have more below the belt than me does. Not that I want to get into a pissing contest, nor am I a monster or anything, but Tommy's strength was in his looks, not in his parts. Not that I'm complaining. God, I still get hard (I am right now) thinking about Tommy. Something about Asian boys that really turns me on. I guess that's just as bad as his reaction to me. lolita non nude suckingcock But I don't blame him, and I hope no one out there will blame me. We're only human, and I think it's a pretty minor judgment. A positive one, anyway. I can live with that. I didn't do much more with Tommy that night. He felt up my chest a little more, and shot a smaller load onto my pants later, but I didn't ever take my cock out. I figured there'd be another time (there was), and I just wanted to change now. I was feeling so tired, so naked lolita child modelling much more tired than that mild lethargy I got even after the best jackoffs. I wanted to stare at his body as long as I could, but I was so tired... It was probably the time as well, but he left after the second time. The shower worked fine (thank God), and I think everything was perfectly respectable by the time my roommate finally got back at 5. He flushed the toilet paper he used to clean himself off down the toilet. And then it was time to go to sleep. And that night was really my first night of life, my first night at college.--S.J.Y., March 2000
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