I cant believe how tall and built you are. Those defined pecs, wash-board abs, and defined legs are making me sooo horny, said Sara and Matthew thought he heard the sounds of Saras wet pussy slopping around as if she were furiously forcing her fingers inside.
You know how ripped Ive made myself for you, babe, replied Matthew. He imagined himself growing to over six feet tall with extremely well defined pecs and abs. As the image in his mind came into being he felt the heels of his feet slowly push over the edge of the bed. This startled Matthew, as he had never been able to reach the foot of the bed while lying on his back before. But the feeling soon passed and he was again enmeshed in his imagination. And from Saras room wafted the sound of kissing.
Your rugged jaw and shapely lips against mine oohh I cant stand it. I need your cock inside me. Now! screamed Sara as she gave into reckless abandon in her room across the street. With that last statement Matthews mental picture of himself was complete. His imaginings conceived a veritable Adonis of mythic male proportions.
Fuck me. Fuck me harder! Ohh fuck me like Ive never been fucked before, exhorted Sara as the clear sound of squeaking bed springs could be heard.
Unhh! Damn! Youre so hot Sara, replied Matthew from his bedroom across the street. I wish I was there right now fucking you with this huge rod of mine. Matthew was timing his strokes with the rhythms of the bed springs. It felt better tonight, than any other night he could remember. It seemed as his whole body was alive with fiery burst of enjoyment. Both is hands, one on top of the other, began to increase in speed with noises from across the street. He knew from previous experience that Saras male friend was getting close to climax and could not keep this pace for more than a minute or two. Matthew decided he was going to try to cum the same time as Saras lover. Faster and faster he jacked himself, until after about forty or fifty seconds he felt the surge grow deep in his scrotum. The pressure was nothing like he had felt in the past. It was on the border of pain and ecstasy.
Oh shit, Im cumming, Saras lover shouted and Matthew felt the pressure build even more. He was tottering between hell and nirvana, until a couple jerks later he felt the first contraction, and muttering, oh fuck, under his breath, he began to cum. The large contractions inside of Matthew were more powerful than he was ready for or had ever experienced.
The first one pushed his pelvis into the bed with such force that he was sure his hips would break. The amazement of the first contraction was nothing compared with the voluminous amount of ejaculate that left Matthews cock. The stream was at least as wide as his ring finger and shot straight into the air, smacking as it hit the ceiling. Matthew had just felt the first droplets raining down from the ceiling, when the second contraction occurred.
The second overshadowed the first in both intensity and volume. The wave of pleasure was so violent and so intense that Matthew lost control of his whole body, jerking around as if in a seizure. His right hand had enough sense to point his cock away from his face and toward the far wall just in time for the rope of cum to lash out, in greater width than the first, and hit his desk eight feet away. This second rope of cum covered most of the desktop and dripped noisily to the floor. The sound of the dripping was overshadowed by the third and fourth contractions.
In quick succession the third and fourth contractions caused Matthew to arch his back pointing his cum-cannon of a cock over his head at the near wall. He was sure that his spine was going to snap from the flexion. Luckily, no damage was done to his spine, but the wall was another matter. Being only three feet from Matthews cock the drywall was dented as the third and fourth rope of cum hit it. There was a dent formed in the wall that was three inches wide and almost a full inch deep creating a momentary vertical pool of cum, with the excess creeping down the wall towards the floor. But his cock was unfinished with its mission.
Matthew fell from arching his back onto the mattress and bounced to the side so that is cock was angled toward the closet door and its full length mirror. His head flopped over the side of the bed as the fifth through twelfth contractions brought more and more cum shooting from his cock, coating the mirror from ceiling to the floor. Each contraction pushed Matthew further and further away from the closet, towards the headboard.
As he felt his back slam into the headboard hard enough that he was sure to gain a bruise, his cock contracted seven more times completely covering his bed with a thin film of cum. After the seventh contraction his cock began to deflate and become flaccid. Matthew was shuddering in contentment, unable to hold himself still or gain any semblance of control over his muscles. He would have had no concept of time except for the fact that he was face-to-face with his alarm clock. Its red LCD numbers informing him that it was 9:37pm. He lay there in complete and total bliss, with waves of pleasure bouncing around his body, until the time on the clock read 10:12pm. He slowly began to notice that the large pool of cum he was lying on top of was turning cold.
He got up from his bed feeling his semi-flaccid cock slap against his right thigh and began to head for the light switch. As soon as he stood, he realized it was a mistake, became light-headed, and fell over onto the floor. He began to crawl towards the door and felt his cockhead brush the carpet. This sent waves of pain, for his cock was very tender, more tender then he could have imagined. So he cradled it on one arm and slowly crawled on two legs and the other arm toward the door. It was slow going and seemed an eternity to reach the door. To add to the problems, the carpet was wet and slippery from all of Matthews cum and he kept falling over.
Eventually he reached the door, then reached up and turned on the light. The sight before him was astonishing. He had managed to cover every surface in his room with cum. Ceiling, walls, floor, both closet and interior door, and even his desk and bed were totally covered in cum. The mere thought of having to clean up the mess made Matthew sick to his stomach. He knew he should probably clean it up now, but being totally spent and wanting nothing more than to slip into the brace of unconsciousness, Matthew headed to the hallway bathroom.
He turned on the shower, waited for it to warm up, then jumped in to rinse away the cum from his body. The warm water felt good on his skin and his mind wandered a bit. After about ten minutes, under the flow, Matthew decided to get out. He toweled off and headed to the downstairs couch. On the way to the couch, he grabbed an afghan from the back of his favorite recliner and wrapped himself in it. Reaching the couch Matthew fell over; landing on his front, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.
You know how ripped Ive made myself for you, babe, replied Matthew. He imagined himself growing to over six feet tall with extremely well defined pecs and abs. As the image in his mind came into being he felt the heels of his feet slowly push over the edge of the bed. This startled Matthew, as he had never been able to reach the foot of the bed while lying on his back before. But the feeling soon passed and he was again enmeshed in his imagination. And from Saras room wafted the sound of kissing.
Your rugged jaw and shapely lips against mine oohh I cant stand it. I need your cock inside me. Now! screamed Sara as she gave into reckless abandon in her room across the street. With that last statement Matthews mental picture of himself was complete. His imaginings conceived a veritable Adonis of mythic male proportions.
Fuck me. Fuck me harder! Ohh fuck me like Ive never been fucked before, exhorted Sara as the clear sound of squeaking bed springs could be heard.
Unhh! Damn! Youre so hot Sara, replied Matthew from his bedroom across the street. I wish I was there right now fucking you with this huge rod of mine. Matthew was timing his strokes with the rhythms of the bed springs. It felt better tonight, than any other night he could remember. It seemed as his whole body was alive with fiery burst of enjoyment. Both is hands, one on top of the other, began to increase in speed with noises from across the street. He knew from previous experience that Saras male friend was getting close to climax and could not keep this pace for more than a minute or two. Matthew decided he was going to try to cum the same time as Saras lover. Faster and faster he jacked himself, until after about forty or fifty seconds he felt the surge grow deep in his scrotum. The pressure was nothing like he had felt in the past. It was on the border of pain and ecstasy.
Oh shit, Im cumming, Saras lover shouted and Matthew felt the pressure build even more. He was tottering between hell and nirvana, until a couple jerks later he felt the first contraction, and muttering, oh fuck, under his breath, he began to cum. The large contractions inside of Matthew were more powerful than he was ready for or had ever experienced.
The first one pushed his pelvis into the bed with such force that he was sure his hips would break. The amazement of the first contraction was nothing compared with the voluminous amount of ejaculate that left Matthews cock. The stream was at least as wide as his ring finger and shot straight into the air, smacking as it hit the ceiling. Matthew had just felt the first droplets raining down from the ceiling, when the second contraction occurred.
The second overshadowed the first in both intensity and volume. The wave of pleasure was so violent and so intense that Matthew lost control of his whole body, jerking around as if in a seizure. His right hand had enough sense to point his cock away from his face and toward the far wall just in time for the rope of cum to lash out, in greater width than the first, and hit his desk eight feet away. This second rope of cum covered most of the desktop and dripped noisily to the floor. The sound of the dripping was overshadowed by the third and fourth contractions.
In quick succession the third and fourth contractions caused Matthew to arch his back pointing his cum-cannon of a cock over his head at the near wall. He was sure that his spine was going to snap from the flexion. Luckily, no damage was done to his spine, but the wall was another matter. Being only three feet from Matthews cock the drywall was dented as the third and fourth rope of cum hit it. There was a dent formed in the wall that was three inches wide and almost a full inch deep creating a momentary vertical pool of cum, with the excess creeping down the wall towards the floor. But his cock was unfinished with its mission.
Matthew fell from arching his back onto the mattress and bounced to the side so that is cock was angled toward the closet door and its full length mirror. His head flopped over the side of the bed as the fifth through twelfth contractions brought more and more cum shooting from his cock, coating the mirror from ceiling to the floor. Each contraction pushed Matthew further and further away from the closet, towards the headboard.
As he felt his back slam into the headboard hard enough that he was sure to gain a bruise, his cock contracted seven more times completely covering his bed with a thin film of cum. After the seventh contraction his cock began to deflate and become flaccid. Matthew was shuddering in contentment, unable to hold himself still or gain any semblance of control over his muscles. He would have had no concept of time except for the fact that he was face-to-face with his alarm clock. Its red LCD numbers informing him that it was 9:37pm. He lay there in complete and total bliss, with waves of pleasure bouncing around his body, until the time on the clock read 10:12pm. He slowly began to notice that the large pool of cum he was lying on top of was turning cold.
He got up from his bed feeling his semi-flaccid cock slap against his right thigh and began to head for the light switch. As soon as he stood, he realized it was a mistake, became light-headed, and fell over onto the floor. He began to crawl towards the door and felt his cockhead brush the carpet. This sent waves of pain, for his cock was very tender, more tender then he could have imagined. So he cradled it on one arm and slowly crawled on two legs and the other arm toward the door. It was slow going and seemed an eternity to reach the door. To add to the problems, the carpet was wet and slippery from all of Matthews cum and he kept falling over.
Eventually he reached the door, then reached up and turned on the light. The sight before him was astonishing. He had managed to cover every surface in his room with cum. Ceiling, walls, floor, both closet and interior door, and even his desk and bed were totally covered in cum. The mere thought of having to clean up the mess made Matthew sick to his stomach. He knew he should probably clean it up now, but being totally spent and wanting nothing more than to slip into the brace of unconsciousness, Matthew headed to the hallway bathroom.
He turned on the shower, waited for it to warm up, then jumped in to rinse away the cum from his body. The warm water felt good on his skin and his mind wandered a bit. After about ten minutes, under the flow, Matthew decided to get out. He toweled off and headed to the downstairs couch. On the way to the couch, he grabbed an afghan from the back of his favorite recliner and wrapped himself in it. Reaching the couch Matthew fell over; landing on his front, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.