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And Chris pulled his mouth up off of my dick-head just long enough to tell me, "Go right ahead." And within the next few seconds, I began unloading my whole wad of oral sperm directly into the back of Chris's mouth. And he just kept sucking away at my dick-head the whole time, swallowing every bit of my sperm, as if it were some weird ambrosia, or something (just like he had done, when we were down in The Pit, that very first night together). As my dick was beginning to soften up a little bit, I could tell that Chris's dick was doing the exact opposite. His dick-head was ballooning up, and getting very firm. And japanese it was very obvious to me that he was just about ready to orgasm. Ironically, Chris was so preoccupied with sucking away at my dick, that he neglected to warn me about his own impending orgasm. And the next thing I knew, Chris's penis began to rhythmically pulsate, and his sperm started squirting out directly into the back of fantasy my mouth. But this time--unlike when we were down inside The Pit, that very first night together--I was ready for Chris's massive ejaculation. I quickly closed off the back of my throat, and breathed through my nose the whole time, as I initially took as much of the sperm as I could fit inside my mouth, before I finally loosened up my lips from around the shaft of his dick, and let all the sperm freely flow out from around his dick-shaft, and drip down onto the playhouse floor. The bottom line was that Fingering I did everything I could to keep from actually swallowing any of Chris's ejaculating sperm. But that still didn't keep his sperm from tasting like crap to me. It was very bitter-tasting, and extremely-salty and gooey, too. And it had this overwhelming smell to it that was actually making me nauseous. But I hung in there anyway, and didn't take my mouth off of Chris's dick-head until after he had already pulled his mouth off of my dick. At that point, we both stood up, and then struggled in the dark to put our pants and our underwear back on. The funniest part was that this "monumental task" (sarcasm intended) was made even more difficult by the fact that Chris and I still had our shoes on while we were 69-ing with each other. And as if that weren't bad enough, there were now little puddles of Chris's sperm on the playhouse floor that neither of us wanted to accidentally step in. I have to admit that I was truly proud of myself for my having managed to keep from choking or gagging throughout Chris's entire sperm-release--which, by the way, was no less massive than any of his other ejaculations that I had already witnessed in my bedroom throughout the previous week. At any rate, after we finally managed to put our pants back on, Chris and I left the playhouse, jumped back over the rock wall, and headed for the bowling alley. Just as soon as we were on the other side of the rock wall, and walking down the sidewalk, Chris pulled a small bottle out of his pants pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Here. I thought you might need this." It turned out to be a small, travel-size bottle of mouthwash, which I was all too happy to use right away. And I couldn't believe how thoughtful Chris had been to bring that little bottle of mouthwash along with him, knowing how negatively I felt about having the taste of sperm in my mouth. When we finally got to the bowling alley, Chris and I took turns playing the same football-themed pinball machine that we always played. In fact, we were so damn good at that particular pinball game, that we could play for 30 minutes or more on one dime, because we could almost always win new games on a consistent basis. While we were at the pinball machine, I thought about how I had left telltale signs of our just-completed sexual encounter on the playhouse floor. And I knew that I would have to get a wet rag and sneak back out into the playhouse early the next morning, while my mother was in the shower, in order to wipe up Chris's leftover sperm. Even though my mother rarely went out into the playhouse nowadays, I definitely did not want to take the chance that she could walk in there, and discover all the mostly-dried-up sperm stains on the wooden playhouse floor. That would have been very hard for me to explain away, to say the least. After this evening's Round 7 sexual encounter in the back yard playhouse, I now knew what Chris had in mind, when he had told me at the end of our Round 2 encounter that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After tonight, I also knew that Chris owed me one (sexually-speaking). And what I was really wanting, was for Chris to let me rub my dick-head against his, since that was something that I automatically kept fantasizing about, ever since our Round 2 sexual encounter. But now, I had finally gotten up enough courage--in other words, I was finally comfortable creampie enough with the whole homosexual-style sex situation between Chris and me--to ask him about the possibility of us doing some bare dick-to-dick rubbing. So I was really looking forward to having sex with Chris on Monday afternoon. But he never showed up after school, to take the bus home with me. I ended up taking the bus home by myself, and feeling pretty bummed-out that Chris wasn't with me. At around 5:15 PM that afternoon, Chris unexpectedly showed up on my doorstep, explaining to me that his mother had picked him up after school, and taken him to a dental appointment. And he apologized for forgetting to tell me about his dental appointment. Then he asked me if I still wanted to have sex with him. We made a beeline to my bedroom, as I was warning Chris that we would have to hurry, because my mother normally came home from work sometime between 5:30 PM and 6 o'clock. And so we decided to forego our normal porn magazine "foreplay stuff," opting instead for just standing up, face-to-face, and pulling our pants down around our thighs, so that we could both "get right down to business." At the time, Chris and I didn't even know what "frotting" was. - Not today sweetheart! "Oohh, Martha please." she wailed as her legs almost buckled. They each stood five-foot-eight tall and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. Clearly, no one ever takes a pair of needle-nosed plyers Fingering to remove all the broken tips. I shuddered, worries gnawing at me. How my friends would react tomorrow? “Master!” I squealed at the japanese top of my lungs, hoping our audience could hear the passion in my voice. Her upper thighs touched eachother slightly as she stood straight. Study with the Shaolin of east, or seek out the voodoo priests of the Caribbean. They ached in her delightful hand. 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