Fully Loaded E4 | I discovered my buddy's cum fetish

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Knowing that my friend is a super cum canon is incredibly sexy to me. I wonder, when we’re all hanging out in a group, if his balls begin aching out to him. I wonder if he has to start thinking about an excuse to get out for a couple moments of privacy and of relief. I wonder how many times he’s started to bone up in the middle of playing card games and felt the overwhelming urge to bust a nut. 

I just want Wyatt to hang around as much as possible. Knowing that he can't resist cumming every couple of hours, I just know I'm bound to catch him again…and again… and again… as long as I'm patient.

Do you blame me? Wouldn't you do the same thing? 

So that weekend, I got him to come over by saying that I want to watch a Star Wars marathon. That's another thing that he can't resist. I was almost sure that he'll come with his lightsaber too. 

My eyes roll when I see him walk in the door with it, but he honestly is pretty “adorkable” swinging the bright rod around. To be honest, looks-wise, he’d probably fit in with the Star Wars universe as well. We start watching the movie as the sky darkens outside the window. 

We’ve watched movies together before, but I've never quite paid attention to Wyatt at this level before. Around halfway the movie, he became noticeably more fidgety on the couch. He crossed his legs in a variety of ways and I caught him repositioning his crotch subtly (to him anyways). When the credits start flying at the end of the first movie, Wyatt stands up and stretches his long limbs.

“Gotta piss, young Padawan,” he turns off the light saber with another swish of the rod and leaves the room. As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, my heart starts beating faster and my cock stiffens up. 

He's going to cum in my bathroom again. Just like last time. 

I scramble to get up from the nest of pillows and blankets I've sunk into during the movie,  and almost knock over our snacks on the table in the process. I slow my footsteps as I approach the bathroom. 

I know I shouldn't. 

I know I'm being creepy. 

But it turns me on.

I want to.

I can’t stop myself.

I place my hands on the cool wooden door and press my left ear on it. 

There's no sound at all. No water. No clinking. No flushing. 

The disappointment is discouraging, but I'm not ready to give up yet either. I keep my position pressed up against the door, shutting my eyes and focusing all my energy on hearing the details. Fuck, I’m so horny that my hard on is jutting out from my sweats and touching the door too.

There! Some shuffling. Clothes probably. A strange clunking plasticky sound repeats about 3 times. It takes me a couple seconds to register he’s using the pump of my lotion bottle. 

I can see him now, legs in a wide stance with the thick white cream smeared on his long and skinny cock. His pants halfway down with the fabric crumbled near his ankles. My heart pounding in my ears nearly drowns out the rest of the sounds that I so desperately want to hear. 

Clink! The faint sound of his belt moving as he adjusts himself makes me so fucking horny. I stick my hand in my pants to touch myself while I listen closely. I'm almost sure he's repositioning himself for the release.

Splat! 

Splat! 

Splat! 

I hold back my groan as I imagine seeing his thick white goo splashing into the bowl uncontrollably. The image brings me immense pleasure as I rub my cock to the edge.

so

fucking

good

“Ahh…” a soft breath of relief, barely audible, sends another shock of pleasure through me and I let go of my dick as my body sends pressing warnings to me that I’m about to cream my pants.

Splat! 

Splat! 

I hear Wyatt take in a big inhale and exhale. 

A couple seconds pass and I press my ear almost painfully into the wood. This isn't the most I've heard him cum, but I might just be missing the sound with this damn door in between us. 

Pssssssssssssssst!

He's cleared the pipes, and now he's clearing them again. The stream of piss goes on for another 15 or so seconds before the sound weakens 

Pssssst!

Psst! 

The flow cuts into short bursts until the sound disappears altogether. I hear the toilet paper being torn and the sound of what must be Wyatt wiping up his jizz on my toilet seat. 

I backed up from the door, satisfied with what I witnessed. Even my cock seemed satisfied as it softened and left a wet feeling in my underwear. I’m sitting back on the couch and getting settled in when I see Wyatt's phone on the table light up. 

“Wyatt! Your dad is calling you!” I shout out. “Nevermind, he's hung up.”

“Ah shit, he's calling about picking the dog up tomorrow,” Wyatt shouts back through the door as he flushes the toilet. “Can you send him a text? Just say I remember. He’s going to freak if he thinks I forgot.” I hear the toilet paper being ripped again. 

“I need your password,” I fiddle with his phone 

“ZERO SIX ONE THREE” he shouts as the toilet flushes again. I get into his phone and send the text to his dad. As I swipe to close the messaging app, I see that he has Twitter opened.

From what I can see without clicking on it, it’s most definitely porn. 

I clicked.

What I saw on his feed made my cock balloon back up to rock hard stiffness. I scan the videos quickly, letting each one play for a couple seconds before swiping to the next. 

There's women and men on his feed, to my surprise. But there was one common theme tying them together. 

Cum. A lot of fucking cum. 

Cum facials…cum tributes…cum leaking out of crevices… 

Cumpilations of men accidentally shooting onto their own face and beards…

Cumming into glasses…

If I didn't hear Wyatt washing his hands in the sink, I would've started to rub one out right now imagining him doing any of these things in the videos. 

So Wyatt isn't just a cum machine… he likes being one. He fantasizes about pumping his big loads into holes until it starts oozing out, maybe even with his long dick still shoved inside so it comes out dripping down his balls. If he'd have his way, he probably would use his cum as lube to fuck another load out, until the overflow of juices comes flooding out of a used and loose hole.

The sound of the water stops. 

I go to lock his phone and his username catches my eye. 

“SirCumsalot458” 

The door opens before I can click on it and I quickly put the phone down on the table. 

“So? Did he reply?” Wyatt adjusts his long sleeves.