With Mr. Hispanic gone, we were free to play more freely.
MH ran a few fingers through my beard - right around my mouth - and said, "that's where I want to put my load".
My blog and Twitter profile pictures show me with semen in my beard. At this point, I couldn't even tell you whose jizz it was. The images were a turn-on for this guy.
But MH knew I was coming to California and has been following me on Twitter and possibly this blog for a bit of time. And while he tends to like the same things I do - albeit with darker meat - he was hoping to deposit his load around my mouth as well. Who am I to turn down this kind of offer?
He was maybe a little taller than I am, short hair and a nice dick. He "suggested" I get down on my knees, as I had a job to do. I did.
We didn't spend much time with my on my knees though. Soon it was too the bed, in various positions. Mostly me on my back, him with knees on either side of my chest feeding me cock - in and out, in and out, in and out.
He talked dirty - which is a huge turn-on. I talked dirty too. He queried: "who do you think's a bigger whore - me or you.". Being the polite guest, I said it was probably him. He thought it was probably me. He was probably correct. Neither of us cared who was the "winner" of that.. We were both ok with being whores.
Lots of eye contact, lots of cock to mouth contact.
He jacked a bit and that was ok. That he's not normally a feeder is fine that he had to jack to get himself there. I can totally relate. I was appreciative that while he can normally be a bottom or eater that he went out of his way to feed me because that is what he wanted to do!
I also knew as he got closer to shooting his load, while I wanted it in my mouth, he was fascinated by the pics I have with it in my beard. We both got partial what we wanted.
I opened my mouth as he neared, my tongue out. but at least half went in my beard, the other half on my tongue and slid down my throat.
He started to kiss me to taste his load, but I stopped him. "Scoop it up and feed me". He did just that. All of it. He kept telling me, "good boy".
"So - who's the whore now?"
It was me.