"What do you think?"
Already I was replaying the last couple of minutes with Adam's awesome cum shot. I hardly needed to speak the answer: "Fucking brilliant".
Adam grinned. He stared shamelessly at my crotch and noted "got you tented". No denying it, I had a raging boner. "When did you last spunk?"
I had to think for a few moments. "Well, I didn't rub one out this evening, no chance. And I was late up this morning so didn't have time to shoot off in the shower. And the evening before, well I had drunk quite a few beers and all I could do was piss. So morning before last. Shower jerk."
Adam pulled a face of mock sympathy, and looked conspiculously at his watch. "4am now. So you've got nearly a 48 hour load churning in your balls. And you got all hot watching my cock in action. You poor wanker!"
It was a good summary. Right then just a few strokes of my well practiced hands would have got me cumming, and that was basically what I wanted to do. If Adam had been quiet for another second or two I would have replayed the video again, pulled out my cock, and timed my cum with his epic shot - if I could last that long.
"I want to tie you up".
I heard Adam's words but hardly understood what he meant. And I don't think I actually got round to consenting. Adam was full of energy, on an orgam induced high, and somehow I felt ... compliant. There was very little discussion. Adam pulled my t-shirt up and I helped it off. He pushed me to the bed where he had just fucked Sue and put me on my back in much the position he had been in for his first oh so short fuck. He produced two neck ties and knotted them around each of my wrists tying me to the top of the bed. His hands went to my waist and unbuckled my jeans which he pulled off. I was wearing CK white briefs with a red waist band, with my erect cock peaking over the top of the band. Adam's hands went to my balls and cupped them through the cotton, then gently stroked the shaft of my cock, again through the cotton. His hands went round to my bum, caressing through the fabric. It felt good.
Abruptly he pulled my briefs down. My cock shot out, standing proud at a ninety degree angle, the foreskin retracted to reveal a red head with a trace of pre. Adams hands ran down my legs to my socks. He stopped as if unsure what to do, then decided to leave them on. He took the belt from my jeans and used it to tie one ankle to the foot of the bed. He used his own discarded belt for the other ankle.
It only took a moment, but there I was spread eagled helpless on my back, naked with my fully erect cock pointing to the ceiling. Adam stepped back as if to admire his handiwork - and burst out laughing.
It didn't seem funny to me "shit mate I've got a two day load here. Quit mucking around and get on with it".
Adam laughed some more. His hands went to his jeans, still unbuckled, and slowly to the zip of his fly. He pulled it down - slowly - my eyes fixed on his crotch. He let his jeans fall, kicking them off, emerging in boxers. Still laughing he pulled them off too and stood before me naked save for his socks. The cock I had been watching on video so massively erect was now semi, clearly swollen but not erect.
Adam knelt over me. He licked the inside of my thighs, the miracle inch behind my balls, my balls, the length of my cock, ran his tongue around the head. I moaned, closed my eyes. And I prepared to be blown.
Adam moved. I opened my eyes. He was kneeling over my face, his cock a few inches from my eyes. I couldn't stop staring at it. He lowered it, still semi, towards my lips, and as I opened my mouth dropped his cock into it. My tongue went into action. In seconds I felt Adam stiffen, felt his cock pressing against the roof of my mouth. I could taste cum from his recent spunks. He began a slow fuck action, and I sucked with gusto. I felt my balls retract, my cock strain skywards.
Perhaps it was five minutes until Adam pulled off, kneeling at my side and observing my cock. "Blow me Adam". No answer. "Wank me dude". Still no answer. "Mate I really need to get off". But all I got in response was Adam's laughter.
The hour that followed was a sexual intensity that I had not believed possible. Rarely Adam wanked my cock - a single stroke - and rarely he touched my cock or balls with his tongue. But most of the time my cock just pointed upwards, untouched and straining for release. I sucked on his cock a lot, though he broke off every few minutes. The stud that had just shot twice had plenty of staying power. Sometime in the process I begged to cum. But Adam said no - not until he had got off.
So I sucked and I begged. Adam wasn't thrusting deep, just letting my tongue play with the tip of his cock. And he wasn't in a hurry. And all the time I wanted to cum, wanted it bad. Like when you want to piss but can't, but a hundred times worse - or better. I wanted spunk, my spunk, and to get my spunk out I needed his spunk out. So I worked his cock with my tongue.
Finally the inevitable happened. Adam's thrusting became faster, almost uncontrolable. "Where do you want it dude?" No answer - I couldn't speak with a mouth full of cock. Adam seemed oblivious to the problem. His pistoning going into hyperdrive and his breathing short and fast I suddenly had a mouth full of hot sweet salty cum.
Once it would have grossed me out. But tied and oh so aroused it seemed nectar. Adam had shared his orgasm with me. And my cock strained, balls high, head exposed, almost cold in the night-time air.
As Adam's ecstacy subsided he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Get me off dude". And as he did nothing "you promised!"
Adam knelt between my legs, staring at my cock from a range of a couple of inches. Then he looked up at me and shhowd me his right hand with the little finger stcking out. Then he put the tip of his little finger on my ball sack, rubbed it round in a gentle circle, massaged my tormented balls. Then I felt the little finger travel up my cock, slowly, side to side, getting higher and higher. It stopped at the frenulum, gave it special attention, ran around the edge of my foreskin, then over my cock head.
I had been at a pre orgasmic plateau of arousal for around an hour. I didn't feel my orgasm coming. Rather it just happened. My hips bucking, pelvis thrusting, I moaned and grunted as my cock fountained forth cum. I felt the orgasm everywhere - my cock, my balls, the contracting muscles of my stomach, my arse, my thighs, the tingle in my chest. Every fibre of my body wanted the release, strained to spray forth cum.
And it went on and on. I don't know how long and I didn't count the spurts, just a very long time. I got Adam in the eye (ouch!) and showered spunk everywhere. Adam was covered, so was I, and my cum stained the sheets alongside Adam's earlier cum.
I moaned and shouted and pulled against the ties. And all my energy focused down to my cock, spasming as it shot cum. Sex was good, life was good.