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“More Sperm Soup, Please?”
Once again I was back to see my friend Otto! It had been nearly a month since I’d last seen him, and so I was very eager to have another of those fantastically huge loads of sperm he seemed so easily able to provide!
He’d gone to some trouble to make this occasion a bit more special than the last time. For example, he’d cleared off the dinning room table (even polished the wood to a lusterous sheen!); set out a fancy place setting, complete with white linen napkin (not the cheap paper variety!), and he’d even set out a set of brass candle sticks with candles! Of course, the center piece was the large, dark blue soup bowl from the last time I’d been there!
“Wow,” I replied seeing the elaborate set up. “You went to some trouble!”
Otto grinned. “I wanted to!”
“Thanks!” I replied, feeling my excited anticipation building by the second!
He just grinned again!
We chatted a moment, and then kaçak bahis he asked: “Are you ready for soup?!”
“Oh, absolutely!” I replied, feeling my heart beating even faster now.
Otto moved so that he could stand directly in front of the bowl (where I’d set when he was done ‘serving’ the ‘soup), and I watched in silent expectation as he began stroking his cock! The rule of our curious engagement, was that I was never to touch Otto. My only direct connection to him would be as I ate (or drank) his sperm. It was a simple enough rule.
But still, it was fascinating to stand there watching Otto stroke his cock, and knowing that when he came, it would be a truly huge and impressive sight to see (as well as consume)!
Nothing was said between the two of us as Otto stood there stroking his cock, but eventually, he began quietly moaning, as his orgasm was approaching!
Then, when Otto did start ejaculating, he began perabet giriş to moan much louder, and I could see from the expression on his face, and the tone of his voice, that the orgasm was very intense; and I watched as his sperm started blasting out, each spurt huge, and they exploded with considerable force! The amount of sperm Otto seemed always able to produce was nothing less than prodigious! Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I might not have believe it possible for one human male to produce THAT much sperm in one orgasmic burst; but my eyes did not deceive me!
As Otto stopped ejaculating, he stepped to one side, and I hurriedly sat down in front of the soup bowl, and this time, instead of using the fancy, antique silver soup spoon he provided, I was in too big of a hurry, and I lifted up the bowl, and swallowed the entire contents in only a couple of big gulps!
“Oh my!” Otto said, approvingly. perabet güvenilir mi “You must have been very hungry!”
“I was!” I said, as I sat the bowl back on the table.
He smiled at that. “I love an enthusiastic, and appreciative…’customer?’ ” Customer wasn’t exactly the right word, but neither of could find a better one in that moment!
“I’m definitely appreciative!” I replied. Then I picked up the bowl and ran my finger tip through what remained of Otto’s load of cum, till there was virtually nothing left!
“Thorough!” He said, with a small chuckle. “I like that!”
“Waste-not-want-not is what I say!” I replied.
“Yes,” he said with slight amusement, “don’t want to do THAT!”
It had been late in the evening when I’d arrived, and now that Otto had unloaded (yet again!) another of his huge loads of sperm, I could see the tiredness in his face now.
“Thanks!” I said, standing up. “That was great, AS ALWAYS!”
He smiled. “Any time!” He said, confidently.
Then I left and drove back home, with the unmistakable after taste of Otto’s huge load of sperm in the back of my mouth. I would definitely be coming back for more of that!
The End
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