Fully Loaded E12.5 | I get my nut afterall...

Everyone is over the age of 18 

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From Wyatt’s POV:

What a strange feeling to feel physically relieved but mentally still so wired. The familiar sensation of the warm bubbly feeling spreading from my chest and letting me breathe fully is awesome, but still. 

I want to really cum. 

I pick up my still half-hard cock, moving from the base to the tip as I squeeze a bit more cum out. It still feels pretty pleasurable to touch, but my cock definitely isn't at its usual steel-hard stiffness anymore.

The smell of my cum cooling and drying on my thighs is pretty much the only smell in the room. I usually find the smell comforting, probably because it symbolizes what a huge physical release of tension it is for me. 

What I've never felt, is what I see on Aaron’s face. He's staring at the pools on my thighs like he's studying it, leaning in close and smelling it.

I've personally never felt like that before, but I absolutely love a cum slut. I think it's insanely hot when someone wants to milk the massive load out of me and then revel in what they helped me produce.

I know he's thinking about it. I pick up some cum from my thigh and rub it into my cock, still trying to wake it up from its break. His finger is still in my ass, although it's not doing much at the moment.

“Go ahead,” I say softly to the top of his curly hair. 

With that, he kisses the inside of my thigh lightly, sucking up some juice that was about to end up on the chair. The first taste seems to have hooked him, and he continues to suck up the splatters on the inside of my thigh. 

The small pecks turn into large ones, and then those turn into his tongue becoming a mop, lapping up the big pool on the top of my thigh. 

Watching him enjoy himself with my cum is what I needed to get my dick to full mast again, and I liked the feeling of his curls brushing up against my cock.  When he moves to the other thigh, I'm able to fully stroke my cock while he continues to clean me up. The feeling of his tongue and lips on my thigh is erotic as fuck and it drives my desire to cum again. 

“Mmmm,” I moan when he wiggles his finger inside me. I almost forgot it was still in me. He looks up at me between my legs, with just a shine of my cum on his lips. 

“Did you like that?” He fingers me lightly. 

“Yeah,” I grunt, trying to keep the rhythm of my cock going. “I need to cum though.”

“You did cum,” he says while he licks his lips. “A lot.”

I shake my head and purse my lips at him while stroking. “I need to have a real cum.” It just doesn't feel right yet. The pleasure isn't climbing further and his finger inside me isn't bad, but it isn't great either. 

“Can you get further in?” I ask him. 

Aaron pushes in further, searching around my insides. I close my eyes, letting him explore my cavity while trying to get closer to busting a nut. 

But it wasn't working, and it was hella frustrating. 

I open my eyes and let out a disappointed sigh before letting go of my dick. It hangs to the left as I make a signal to Aaron that it's over. 

“Are you sure? I mean, we're late for class anyways,” he says.

“Yeah, I don't think it's happening,” I say with a tone that's probably more dejected than it needs to be. 

“You don't wanna cum again?” He presses hard on my prostate, making my cock bounce from its spot.

“Of course I want to,” I snapped shortly back at him. “I wanted to cum the right way the first time.” 

The silence that follows made me realize I'm being an asshole. 

“Sorry. Just…” I sighed. “Frustrated.” 

“Let me help,” he says while picking up my cock with his other hand. “It's my fault.” 

“I thought you were helping all this time.” I close my eyes while he strokes me lightly, matching it with the movement of his finger sliding in and out of my butt. The more sensual touch is nice, and I settle into the nice sensation of getting serviced again. 

“Jesus…” I moan out when his thumb circles my taint again. “FUCK, I love that so much.”

“Yeah?” He switches the direction of the circling. I scooch down on the chair, giving him more access to please me. The pleasure is climbing slowly but steadily. It's good, but I'm impatient. I want more. I want to nut!

But a really good one. Not a weak one just for the hell of it. I want to feel the cum that's still stuck at the bottom of my balls to come jetting out, bringing with them a torrent of every last drop I have. 

“I'm going to put in another finger,” he says quietly. I'm too busy enjoying his hands to acknowledge what he says, and the second finger slides in easily. 

As the second slides in deeper, I moan out at the stretched-out feeling it's giving me. My cock throbs stronger as he touches my prostate, and it brings me a level closer. Now my dick is at no risk of deflating, and his hand polishing my shaft feels incredible. 

He's treating my cock so well, making sure to slide down every part. He switches his strokes often, going from a backhanded stroke to a more standard one with ease. 

“You've got a beautiful cock,” he whispers. 

“Yeah?” I grunt out as he palms my cock head. Any last traces of post orgasm sensitivity has now vanished and I feel the familiar feeling of inching towards the edge. 

The heart beating. 

My pits sweating.

My muscles tensing up. 

How I'm automatically sitting up straighter. 

“You're loose down here too.” He fingers me harder, pushing into another heightened wave of pleasure. 

“I'm getting there,” I whisper as I watch his hand change strokes on me. “I like this one,” I say when he backhand strokes me. 

In response, Aaron tightens his grip and jack-hammers my dick in this stroke. 

“Oh….” I close my eyes and have my head fall back into the chair. I jut my hips to shove my dick at him and let me power jerk me. “That's going to make me close.”

“What'd you say?” He asks although I'm sure he heard. The pressure increases in my inner wall when he changes the angle of his fingers inside me. The sensation spikes hard and fast!

“Cumming!” 

His hand flies off my cock as soon as I say that but his fingers don't stop fingering me. The pressure cools slightly but is still building at a slower pace. 

No!

Not again! 

I grab my cock, stroking rapidly to regain the rhythm I had of approaching the point of no return. 

He bites his lips and fingers me, knowing full well what he just did. I power stroke my cock, not willing to let this opportunity go. My heart is pounding hard and my mind is screaming for me to finish the job. 

His hands wrap around mine and his hopeful eyes ask me the question silently. 

Do I trust him?

Will he let me down?

Or will he finish me the way I need?

I let go quickly of my cock and he takes over, stroking me in sync with his fingers in my ass. The feeling goes into edging territory again and I squirm, knowing I'm about to cum big.

“Don't stop!” I shout as the pressure builds…

And builds…

And builds…

“Don't stop!” I repeat out of fear he will. “Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't –” I crunch forward and grab his head to pull it towards me. 

“Oh GOD!!!!” The cum blasts out of me in earthquake-worthy contractions, making my abs hurt as I crunch forward. I hold on to his head with all my force as the crashing waves of beautiful agony rip through me, making my neck and head flail and my feet lift off the coffee table. My hole clamps hard on his fingers and releases and clamps again as I fire shot after shot after shot.

“MMmm” I whine and squirm when his fist goes over my overly sensitive cock head. “Don't!” I squeeze his head hard and only let go when he releases my cock. All my limbs relax as I melt into the chair, finally released mentally and physically. The sleepy feeling brings a giddy chuckle to my face and I cover my eyes with my hands. 

Jesus, I needed that.

“Yeah, funny for you.”

I open my right eye to peek at Aaron, whose face is plastered with a thick layer of goopy translucent slime.