#pre-cum

I need a break from work, and for some reason having an erection seems like a good idea. Did an elaborate specific fantasy suddenly jump into my head? No, I’m just thinking: I like it when my dick is hard. Things are simple and easy.

And now I’m aware of my balls, how full and heavy they feel, and I realize there is a good reason for that; I haven’t cum for a few days and I have a big load stored up. Am I thinking about how it would feel if I shot that load? No, not yet. I just enjoy knowing the load is there, that I have been making it for days, carrying it around with me. Though it’s all I know, I do like being a member of the sex which makes sperm.

My cock is already a little thicker than normal; I can feel it against my underwear. It’s been listening to me think, but I haven’t yet given in completely to enjoying myself. I reach down and begin to stroke myself through my jeans. Yeah, this is a good idea. Let’s do this.

I get up and walk over to the computer and log in to the Tumblr account I use to follow porn. My dashboard does not disappoint. I scroll past image after image of cocks, pussies, cocks in pussies, and my favorite, pussies full of cum.

My own cock is swelling and definitely needs release from its denim prison. I unbutton my jeans and slip a hand under the waistband of my boxers to grasp my shaft. My hand feels cold for a few moments, but somehow that doesn’t seem like a bad thing. It just makes my cock feel hot, and a hot cock feels ready. With my other hand, I open my jeans and push down my boxers far enough to expose my balls, and now I hold my stiffening cock out from my body and stroke it slowly.

Quickly, now, I am rock hard and straining and already starting to leak pre-cum, nature’s second-best lube, and I smear it up and down my shaft. Yeah, I was right. This much pre-cum this soon tells me I have a huge load ready to shoot, and I can feel the size of my load in my balls, too. When I cum, there will be ten or twelve spurts, long and strong.

Yeah, I am thinking about cumming now. How could I not? I’m in no rush, but let’s face it: I’m a guy and I like to shoot my cum. And yeah, now I have something specific in mind, the one place I want to shoot: deep inside your pussy. One hand still on my cock and the other gently pulling and cupping my balls, I close my eyes and imagine…

I’m driving myself deep inside you, balls deep, cockhead right up against your cervix. You and I both know that every time we fuck I do my best to get you pregnant. The only difference today is that I know you’re ovulating and you’re whispering in my ear: “Do it… Cum in me… I want your baby… Make me pregnant…” I press my cock deep in you, grinding against you, and suddenly I’m cumming, shooting my sperm in their millions right where they belong. Each exquisite spasm seems endless as I spurt every drop of warm, sperm-rich semen I have into you, filling you to overflowing…

For the last few weeks, I haven’t been writing much — well, smut, anyway — because I haven’t had much time. And why would I? I have a new girlfriend. She’s been out of town a couple of days and won’t be back for a couple more, and now is the first time in quite a while I’ve gotten horny without knowing I would see her in a few hours or the next day. But more about that later. As you read this, keep in mind that it is a true story. Everything in it happened and nothing is exaggerated. This will become more and more difficult to believe the farther you get into the story. I hardly believe it myself — and it’s my life. The only liberty I took was to depict my thoughts as if they occurred in words. For those of you with busy hands, don’t worry; there will eventually be sexytime consistent with the tags.

I found her on the internet, or rather she found me. She hadn’t bothered to fill out her online profile well; she had skipped that and instead sent me a message that got my attention. Her profile did have one photo, but in it her back was to the camera and other than the fact that she was not morbidly obese there was really nothing to see. That was fine, though, because her profile said she sought friends only, not sex or romance. If she and I had chemistry, it only would have gotten in the way. I never asked her for a better picture and she didn’t volunteer one, though my own profile was lousy with pictures, and I made sure to mention to her that they were fresh and accurate.

Another reason I didn’t care how she looked was that it was a tremendous relief to just be able to be smart with her and watch her more than hold her own. Brilliance can be attractive, and she’s definitely brilliant. She’s a world-class intellectual, and I don’t mean that as hyperbole; I mean there’s evidence to support my claim which I wish could share with you. And it’s readily evident from her words.

We corresponded a few weeks, about one message each day, trying to impress each other with our mutual cleverness, of course, and apparently succeeding. I figured if the relationship never advanced beyond this it was still rewarding enough to continue. But eventually we did agree to meet for dinner at a restaurant. It didn’t carry the potential of a date, but I figured at worst it would be an interesting conversation and a good meal, so why not?

I got there first and staked out a table, and few minutes later in walked a blindingly gorgeous young woman. She was graceful and athletic, but there was also a dollop of dorky in the mix. I remember thinking: It’ll be interesting to see who this one sits with. After scanning the room with her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. What? And then she walked over to me. Huh? And addressed me by name.

Holy shit. This was her. This was the woman I had come to meet. And she was far more beautiful than any woman with whom I have ever had a conversation of more than a few seconds. I later learned she has a background not only in athletics but also dance, and yes, modeling, and all of that shows, so she has the objective merits nailed, if that’s your thing. But more importantly for me her face and body push every button I have. She’s as tall as me and she’s my type. My mind is thoroughly blown.

We sat talking and eating and drinking, and it went on a lot longer than I would have predicted. About halfway through, I realized she has an adorable mannerism when she gets into talking about a topic that’s important to her. She gesticulates and her lustrous long hair falls into her face and she doesn’t push it aside because she is making an important point, and dammit, who has time to think about hair? Well I did, of course. I was only listening, not talking, and during that moment I realized I wished she were looking for something more than friendship. In fact, I started to think the chemistry thing might indeed get in the way of a friendship.

We both had other things to do later that evening, and the expectations for this meeting were limited anyway — it was not even a date — so we paid the bill and walked out to the parking lot, and when we got to my car I turned to her and said “This is me…” and thought to myself: Now is the moment you say the thing about how this was fun and maybe we should do it again some time. As I started to say words to that effect, she turned to me and stepped in close and looked into my eyes and… Was I still talking? Maybe. What was I saying? Who knows? And why would I still be talking when… And then suddenly we were in each other’s arms, kissing, hands roaming, and it went on far longer than necessary for a first goodnight kiss. We stood in that cold parking lot more or less groping each other, tongues in each others’ mouths, for probably two minutes. I was faint and dizzy with desire for her.

She broke our kiss and said “Let's… get in the car?” So I deftly unlocked it and opened the back door for her and we tumbled inside and became tangled in each others’ limbs, kissing. Before long, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs to stroke my already semi-hard cock. If this was her idea of mere friendship, I was ready and willing to sign up. A second or two later, she had my cock so hard it almost hurt.

I pulled up her skirt and hooked my index finger into the leg-hole of her panties and pulled them aside to give my middle finger access to … Wow. I could sense how moist she was and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I decided to start carefully anyway, teasing around her outer labia, and she moaned into my mouth at the contact. Soon, she reached over to direct my middle finger between her inner folds, dragging long strokes between them, and I discovered not only how she wanted me to touch her but why: Her pussy was already sopping wet. I gave her more of what she’d shown me and was rewarded with insistent moans.

I knew from our weeks of messaging we were closer to her office than her home, so after a few minutes of this I said “We should go to my place, huh?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and nodded. We tried to keep our hands off each other enough so I could drive safely, but it was a difficult few minutes until we arrived. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, and I frankly felt things had spun just a little out of control in the best possible way, but I managed to avoid spoiling the moment by talking about it. I could’t see any point in formalities when it was so clear what we both wanted to happen next, so I led her straight to the bedroom.

Before falling to the bed together, we feverishly undressed each other, leaving us in our underwear. We kissed and caressed for hours, and somewhere along the way we got completely naked. She turned out to be an enthusiastic cocksucker and I found the scent and taste of her pussy phenomenal, intoxicating, delectable. In fact, I hungrily swallowed as much of her cream as I could get, which I had never been inspired to do before. But I didn’t write this blog entry to tell you about the foreplay.

I was on my back and she was lying atop my right side kissing me and slowly stroking my rigid erection with her right hand, lubed with her spit. My thighs were apart and she was pulling my cock up toward my chin so I could feel the air on my balls, and they felt full and heavy and ready to do their job. She broke our kiss to ask “Do you want me to suck you some more?”

“No,” I said. “I want to be inside you. Right now.” I used a deadly serious tone I could’t remember using before. The words seemed involuntary, as if someone or something were using me as a puppet, but I also meant them completely. I had never before been so aroused.

Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes locked with mine, she sat up, laid back, spread her legs, and raised her knees. Her nipples were stiff with anticipation, her beautiful pussy folds glistened with her slick juices, and I could hear a little flutter in her breath. Quickly I found myself between her thighs, cock poised to enter her. She looked down between us and smiled a funny little smile which I now know to have been a mix of joy and awe at what was about to happen.

Not for one moment did I think about a condom. Not for one moment did I think to ask whether she were on any birth control. I did, however, think to myself: I clearly want this woman so badly that my rational mind is almost completely offline. And: This is clearly how babies get made. And then, as if sensing danger, some part of me in a loud mental voice shouted: “So what? I will seize this moment. I will fuck this woman and cum inside her.” I was filled with a determination I had never felt before, though I have felt it many times since.

I grabbed my cock and dragged the head between her engorged inner labia, starting just above her entrance, then up and over her clit, and back down again, over and over, ever so slowly. Her eyes rolled up and she moaned loudly as stroke after stroke left my cockhead coated in her wetness. I knew I was leaking pre-cum and smearing it into her, but to me that only meant I was making her slicker, getting her more ready to fuck.

Although she didn’t speak, the look on her face pleaded with me to enter her, so one last time I slid my cockhead down from her clit, between her warm, wet lips, and finally let it lodge just outside her entrance. I paused there to make sure I could see her face, and to my pleasure she locked eyes with me as I slowly but firmly opened her with my bare cock. I pushed into her drenched pussy, millimeter by millimeter, in one long, almost agonizing stroke. Her eyes grew wider as I drove deeper, and when I bottomed out in her I realized just how badly she had needed me to fuck her for this to have been possible.

My balls had come to rest against her ass, and they felt heavy and swollen with sperm, and before I could even finish asking myself whether she wanted me to shoot all that sperm in her as badly as I wanted to shoot it in her, I had my answer from that loud mental voice: “Thinking bad. Fuck her.”

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I withdrew almost all the way from her pussy, which clung to me as if she were desperate to keep me inside her. When just the tip of my cock remained within, I slid back in, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by her warm, welcoming folds and enjoying her amazed, euphoric expression. Although she still didn’t speak, I could tell that, like me, she could scarcely believe what we were doing and it was actually more exciting for that.

As we fucked more urgently, my thoughts alternated between the exquisite feel of her bare pussy perfectly surrounding the length my bare shaft and the climax building behind and just below the root of my cock. On each downstroke, my balls slapped lightly against her ass, their fullness reminding me how much sperm I would soon release deep inside her. Though I knew what this might mean, it not only seemed like a risk worth taking but the risk itself added to the excitement; not knowing what might happen seemed true and right and natural and…

“Oh, God,” I said. “Oh…” These were the only words available to me. I felt the imminence of my climax surge and I began to throw myself ever more deeply into her, the base of my straining cock stretching her pussy and grinding against her clit with each frantic thrust. The look on her face told me my fierceness was scaring her in a way she liked, and then I was cumming in her, powerfully spurting my sperm-rich semen deep inside her willing cunt. Spasm after spasm wracked my cock and balls in unison as I shot thick, strong jets of my potent seed against her cervix, bathing it. This was what I had been born to do; I could feel it.

As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed atop her, gasping heavily, and she enfolded me in her arms, clutching me to her, raining a flurry of kisses on my neck. I stayed as deep in her as I could, and when my cock finally stopped pumping my cum into her of its own accord, some instinct prompted me to consciously squeeze whatever remained deep inside of me out and into her where it belonged. She purred in my ear as she felt each soft pulse of my hard but still cock inside her.

We didn’t speak of the risks we had just taken and the excitement they brought us.

But we gladly took those risks again the next morning.

We’re well-fed and fresh out of the shower on a Friday night after a long work week, warm and clean and content on our living room couch. We’re both wearing pajama pants, but I haven’t bothered with the shirt and you haven’t buttoned yours, which I suppose I should have realized meant something interesting might happen tonight.

We didn’t expect this when we chose it, but this evening’s movie has a very hot sex scene, and, at its climax, I feel your hand press lightly against my belly a moment and then slide slowly down until your fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my PJs. I turn my head slightly, surprised, wondering what kind of look might be on your face, and I find your eyes locked on the screen, lips slightly parted.

Your thumb and forefinger encircle the base of my cock and slide upward, dragging it up until we make a tent in the lightweight cloth and there’s room for all your fingers to close around my stiffening shaft. By the time the scene ends, your stroking grasp has made me rock-hard, and I push my pajama pants down around my ankles and spread my knees to give you better access. You seem content to slowly stroke my erection as the movie continues, keeping me stiff and distracted, and you don’t look away from the screen or say a word.

I’ve never been one to keep my hands to myself, and before long I’m eager to learn how wet your pussy is, so I slowly slip my hand underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You part your knees as my fingertips pass over your curls, and my middle finger begins to… Oh, my. I find your inner labia already parted, engorged, and slick, and my finger slips between them and is quickly coated in your juices. Your breath catches in your throat as I smear your sticky girl-cum up and around the hood of your clit.

I grab the remote and press the pause button and we continue to stroke each other toward bliss a few moments, listening to each other breathe but still not speaking. I notice my pre-cum has begun to flow and you’re using it to lube the head of my cock. Finally, I turn my face to you and say, softly: “Hey, you… Did you see something you liked?”

“Sort of,” you say, turning your face to mine. “I just… In the movies, they never fumble around with condoms… nobody talks about birth control… they never talk about what time of the month it is…”

“Shhhh,” I say, shifting down off the couch, onto my knees, and over between your knees to face you. I gently but firmly pull your pajama bottoms down over your hips and onto the floor. Then I lean over you and we kiss, open-mouthed, our tongues dancing. I brush aside your pajama top and caress your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. My balls feel full and heavy hanging beneath my rigid cock, which I imagine pointed almost exactly where I want it.

I break our kiss, slide my hands beneath your ass, lift up a little, and bring you toward me so you’re leaning back, just barely sitting on the edge. You ask “What are we…”

“Shhhh,” I say again, and you do. We lock eyes as I reach down and press my bare, oozing cockhead between your slick, warm pussy lips, right at your entrance.

“Are we…?” And this time I just let you trail off; you already know my answer, and anyway I intend to show rather than tell. Your sweet pussy is a couple inches higher now than the base of my cock, so, as I slowly enter you with short strokes, every one of them presses your g-spot. “Oh, God,” you say, “We are…” And then I’m in you, balls-deep, and I lean down again to kiss you, grinding against you, pressing both your g-spot and clit, already leaking pre-cum into your unprotected pussy.

I know a big part of why you got horny tonight is that you’re right in the middle of your cycle — in fact, you’re probably ovulating right now. I don’t quite know what to do with that information, but I do know I would love to shoot my cum in you and I do know you want this uncomplicated.

I rise up from our kiss and place my hands on your shoulders, lightly pressing you against the couch, and back my hips away from you, withdrawing my cock almost all the way. I feel your pussy clutching at me wetly, and your juices cool a moment on me before I slowly but firmly plunge back into you in one long stroke. “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan, “God, I love your cock…”

I withdraw and thrust back into you again, and soon enough we’re fucking hard, a few quick, urgent thrusts alternating with a few deliciously slow ones. I feel you pushing back against me, finding a few millimeters more depth each time. Almost as much as I love your sighs and moans, I love the wet noises my cock makes driving into your pussy again and again.

As I feel my climax build behind the base of my cock, a small voice in the back of my head asks whether you’ll put a stop to this before it’s too late. I decide to give you a chance, just in case. “Baby… Baby.. I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” is all you say, not enough to make me sure.

“Baby, I’m gonna… cum inside you…”

“Oh, God,” you say. Now you heard me. “Oh, God… Do it. You’re gonna make me cum… Do it. Cum in me…”

Your words push me past the point of no return, and I throw myself into you deeply as my cock and balls begin to spasm together. I feel spurt after strong spurt of my sperm-rich semen travel the length of my rigid shaft, and I know my seed must be spattering against your unguarded cervix. Millions of my strong swimmers fill your pussy as you begin to clench my still-pulsing cock in the throes of your own orgasm. It seems only right for me to hold you in my arms and consciously squeeze every remaining drop of my cum into you as your climax subsides.

When you regain the power of speech, you have a question for me. “Did we just… What did we just do?”

“Well, I believe the common name for it is ‘fucking’.”

“No, I mean did we… Did you just… You know how risky this is, right?”

I think about my still-hard cock buried inside you and soaking in our combined juices. It seems perfect, the reason for the rest of our lives. “I wanted to give you what you wanted. No. I needed to give you what you needed… Whatever. I love you.”

“Oh, honey, really? Because… God, I needed your cum in me. Feels so right…”

“Well, there’s a very good reason for that.”

“Yeah, and we may be meeting that reason in a few months.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Totally.”

A few weeks ago an old buddy of mine was town. We used to hook up all the time in college, it was always fucking hot. He was one of the dudes who I began to explore my kinky side with. We used to smoke up and play with toys, play outside, get nasty, fuck in pools, arrange group sessions. Dude was so much fun. And his cock is sexy as fuck, heavy goose-egg balls, nice layer of fur across his chest, perfect fucking build, always ready with a shit-eating grin. I met him my sophomore year and we just never stopped fucking. That is, until we graduated. He got a job out in Chicago, while I got a job in the city where our college was located. We’ve kept in touch, we met up when were in the same town; he’s one of my closest bros.

And our sex, when we have, is still hot as fuck.

I can tell you that when Snapchat came along he was one of my first Snapchat buddies and I’m pretty sure that we exchange more naughty Snaps than anything else. Did a whole story for him once of me jacking off and riding my dildo while I begged for his cock. “Oh fuck Daddy, I need you in me. I need your fucking cum, Daddy. Please use me.” When he finally told me to fucking cum, I shot buckets—shooting all over my stomach, chest, face, bed. I couldn’t help but eat half of it for him. Fresh, hot cum so fucking delicious.

Last time he was in town on business for a few days we met up for happy hour for drinks and food. It was an awesome time. We hadn’t been able to hang out in a while, so it was great to catch face-to-face. We definitely had more beers than we should have, but that’s typical of us.

After we were done we decided to go back to his hotel room. The door lock clicked behind us and I didn’t waste any time. “Dude, I brought my dildo with me tonight.”

“Yeah? The one you fucked yourself with on Snapchat.”

“Yep.”

“Hot.” We both were smiling from ear-to-ear. There was a sudden vibrancy in the air. He pinched my nipple hard. “Strip, bro. You’re going to ride that fucking dildo for me tonight. I want to see it live.”

I stripped down, hopped on the bed, and showed him my hole. I was ready for whatever he was going to do to me. He pulled the toy out of my bag and chuckled. Shivers wracked my body as he tickled my ass, his finger slowly rubbing the thick, cool lube around. “Fuck yeah.” I moaned. Then he pushed his finger into me, there was some resistance but I relaxed and allowed him to glide up to that special spot. He massaged my prostate sending waves of pleasure through me. My head hit the pillow as I moaned even louder.

“You like that, bro? You like feeling me inside of you?”

“Oh yeah, bro. Finger me. Feels so fucking good.”

He pulled his finger out and then slipped two in. His movement becoming faster. No longer was he focusing on massaging my prostate instead he steadily fucked me with his fingers, stretching me out. Then he slipped two more fingers from his other hand into me.

“FUCK!” He knew how to work me, make me feel so good. And all he was doing was finger fucking me, warming me up. He looked down at me, smiling a devilish grin.

“Stand up.” I did as I was told, steadying myself by touching the ceiling. He laid down, still fully clothed. He squirted some more lube onto his hand and started to rub it all over the dildo. “Stand over me.” With his dry hand he supported me by grabbing my chest just below my neck. “Now fuck yourself.” I felt the head of my dildo on my hole, it felt so amazing. I moaned. I pushed back, the head stretched my hole wide. I felt that fleeting sharp pain that let me know I was about to be fucked. I loved it. Then I pushed back more. The dildo was perfectly coated, without much work it slipped all the way into me balls-deep. My buddy moved his leg up to hold the toy deep inside of me. He pushed it deeper. I moaned again. Felt amazing to be looking down at my buddy fully clothed, me completely naked with a big dildo buried deep in my hole.

I started to move back and forth. Grunting. The toy stretching me, invading me. I felt so dirty to be used like this. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” With each thrust all the way into me I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah, bro. You like that? You like me fucking myself? FUCK!”

“Fucking yourself like a good faggot. Doing just as I say. Hot, boy. You’re a nasty cumdump. My nasty cumdump, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I was fucking myself hard. His leg still supporting the dildo as I rode it hard. He looked up at me with the perfect view of my sex toy coming all the way out of my hole before it slammed back into me. I was a bitch in heat. My cock was rock hard, my balls were swinging.

“Fuck yeah, bro! Faster! Destroy that pussy for me.” I howled and moved faster. His hand moved up to my neck, I felt a sudden pleasure. He was choking me. “Who’s bitch are you? Who owns that hole?”

I felt the blood filling my head. “YOU DO! My hole belongs to you! I’m your cumdump bitch!”

“That’s fucking right, boy!” I was riding it hard, going absolutely wild. My eyes rolling back into my head. Pre-cum dripping from my cock. There I was completely exposed, completely naked, and fucking myself in front of my bud. Standing over him and just being a complete cockslut with a big piece of silicone. He was in total control and I was just a bitch.

Suddenly he told me to stop and get on my back. He stood up, unzipping the fly of his jeans, and pulling his fat cock out. I begged him to let me suck it. “See how horny you’re making me. But you can’t suck it.” Instead he put his cock back in his boxers and shoved my face in his crotch. As I licked the fabric and took deep breaths he grabbed the base of the dildo and slammed my hole hard. Harder than I thought was possible. He pulled the toy all the way out and slammed it back in. He was driving me wild, the hot funk of his dick, his solid fullness, his firm hand on the back of my head, and he just fucked my pussy hard. Destroying me. “Jack your fucking cock, bitch! Now! I want to see you cum!”

I began to furiously jack my cock. Pre-cum lubing my efforts. I was moaning loudly now. Anyone walking in front of his room certainly would hear me. I didn’t care. I kept licking and smelling, he kept slamming, and I kept jacking. Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and that sense of blissful immediacy swelling up in my cock. I howled. Volley after volley of my thick cum covered my chest.

“Fuck yeah. Cum for me. Show me all that cum. Fuck! Look at all that.” He laughed. As my orgasm subsided I began to laugh too. He removed his hand so I could see my huge load all over my body. Sweat dripped from my forehead. He smiled down at me. “You are one fucking hot dude.”

“So are you man. That was fucking wild.”

“Yeah it was.” He zipped his fly back up. I pulled the dildo out of my hole as he tossed me a towel to clean up. “Let’s go get you some more drinks?”

Twenty minutes later we back down in the hotel bar sharing some more beers. I’m definitely looking forward to his next visit.