The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

Without missing a beat Carlos withdrew only slightly before again cutting off my air while I tried, unsuccessfully to push him off against his stone-hard hips and abs. But feeling his dominance, power and determination was too much and with a weak moan I started coming without touching myself. Just while this was happening Carlos withdrew his cock from my mouth, grabbed the back of my head with his other hand, and shot several huge volleys…the first one went way over my head, the next two whacked my forehead pretty hard, then again and again all over my face and neck…he did this while I was coming down from my high and it was amazing…it seemed like he was just shooting a massive amount of come.

Finally I felt his body relax slightly from the climax. Though I was totally covered in his cum I opened my eyes slightly and saw his awesome, tan muscular body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat and glistening…and of course his massive cock still hovering dominantly over my face. “Open,” he grunted, and I did. He beat his cock several times on my tongue and some more come splattered out now into my mouth and on my lips. Carlos had me carefully clean his cock while he wiped off come from my face with two fingers and was feeding it to me. After a short while he just pulled out. He grabbed a shirt I had left on a chair, wiped his cock clean, then pushed it into my face. I fell backwards on my ass, and heard him chuckle. As I was cleaning off my face with the shirt and even gladly licking some of his come off my fingers I saw that he had already put his shorts on and was stepping back into his flip flops. Without so much as a second thought he headed for the door saying “Thanks… pussy.”