SUBSCRIBER EXCLUSIVE: Convincing Curious Chris
I've learned a lot in my 20 year career as a bator. The biggest lesson is that you can never predict the kind of guy you'll get to play with.
When I started wanking with a good mate back when we were both 18 and full of cum, it was just two friends needing relief. We just freed our dicks and went to town on our own erections. For both of us it started out being about the convenience and the need, but that changed over time.
Maybe for him it was still like it had been the first time, but for me it was more about the enjoyment of seeing his penis being stroked, watching his curved meat being pleasured, his wet foreskin sliding over the bulging pink head, and the big pumping squirts of semen he would eventually gush in several big arcs while a little grunt or moan escaped his lips.
Yeah, just seeing him enjoying his penis beside me while we watched porn was enough to have me desperate to touch it, to stroke him, to be the one to make him fire off those thick jets of hot semen.
I never told him that, of course. Maybe he knew, because I would spend most of our wanks just watching his cock, and when he started ejaculating my cock would spasm and spurt along with him. I guess he must have noticed how much attention I paid to his pleasure, and how I instinctively edged myself to hold back my load until he was ready to splash his own. If he did know he never mentioned it.
He would watch me gushing along with him, though. That was another little thrill for me, knowing he was seeing my jizz squirting out of my dick the way his had, splatting down over the towel or up my abs and between my pecs, making such an impressive mess after our friendly pleasures.
I can still hear the little thuds of our cum splats making impact. The hottest one was when he decided to sacrifice a porn magazine he'd had for a while, urging me to cum with him all over the pages. The jets of warm juice we fired at those images of big tits and thick dicks wedged in hairy pussies made the most amazing sound, and the visuals still stick with me and pop up often when I'm playing with my dick.
That was all it was with him, just two friends proudly enjoying our penises and watching the messy display. I guess he might have been turned on by the sight of us both ejaculating, but he never expressed it, and neither did I. I kind of knew it wouldn't ever lead to touching our tips together or wrapping our fists around the other's pole, no matter how much I thought about it. So instead of trying to move things along with him I turned my attention to cruising.
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