A steady deep growl began to grow in my larynx involuntarily. The harder I fucked him with cock and thumb, the deeper and louder my vocalization got. Swearing and cursing, ordering him to pull even harder on my nipples, I finally began to sense that itch, that tension simultaneously in my anus, at the base and at the head of my dick that signals the point of no return.
My orgasm stepped up intensity, each moment growing exponentially in strength, until I was wailing, my entire body alive with sensation, every nerve pinging in unison at a fevered pitch. The first jettison of spunk shot like a bullet, deeply into his guts, followed by uncounted repeated jets. My wail transformed into something like an open-ended, barking grunt, immensely loud.
I lifted my entire torso from his chest, grabbing his legs at the calves and beat them against my chest. The demon that seemed to possess me was in full-throttle glory. I threw my head from side to side, sending a rain of sweat in all directions, screaming without words.
The spasms and aftershocks began while still deeply up his hole. Throwing his legs away to the left and right, I fell back on to his chest, my mouth finding his, open and waiting. Nibbling on his lips while jerking convulsively and groaning softly, my tongue flicked around his nose before returning to the deep recesses of his mouth. I was jealous of the very air he inhaled, wanting it all to myself. Minutes passed before B36 began to softly rub my glistening shoulders and back in sweeping circles. Clearly something unprecedented occurred to us both.
Bucko?
Yeah, I eventually croaked. Im here, somewhere.
He exhaled in relief. I wasnt sure if I shouldnt call an ambulance
I grinned broadly in a grimace, my eyes burning with the sweat that soaked my head. No need
its just me. Then, in understatement: Sometimes I get kinda loud.