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And just like our very first night together down in The Pit, it felt to me like Chris was trying to suck the head right off of my dick. He kept strongly sucking away at my dick-head and jacking me off faster and faster, which ultimately left me no other choice but to cum in his mouth--which not only made me very happy, but also pleased Chris a lot, since he had always enjoyed swallowing my semen. And I intentionally didn't warn Chris at all before I started cumming. Instead, I closed my eyes and withdrew into myself, as I felt my orgasm coming on (so much for my acting as the lookout). And then I just let my dick "do its thing," pulsating my sperm into Chris's mouth, as I was vividly imagining that I was fertilizing a warm, wet vagina instead. As my orgasm was subsiding, I eventually opened my eyes to watch Chris, as he was doing everything he could to try to make sure that he licked up every last drop of sperm that he could squeeze out of my dick. And that was just fine with me. I was more than happy to just sit there, and let Chris keep licking and sucking huge tits my dick for as long as he wanted to. By the time that Chris finally stopped sucking me, I no longer had much of an erection at all. At that point, Chris and I both put our dicks back into our underwear (by the way, thanks to my sloppy-but-well-intentioned blow job, Chris's dick was still coated with his own sperm when he stuck it back into his underwear), zipped up our pants, got back into the front seat of the car--as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had just taken place--and Chris calmly drove us away from that scary library parking bbw lot. Even though I wasn’t keeping track of time, I would estimate that our entire "farewell fling" in the back seat of Chris’s car couldn’t have lasted more than five to eight minutes at the very most (from start to finish). And that was the last time that I ever had sex with another male. Chris and I ignored the elephant in the room for a while, as we awkwardly chit-chatted about various mundane things during the drive back to my house, where he dropped me off. As I was preparing to curvy get out of the car, Chris finally said something like, "Thank you for letting me have sex with you one last time. That was great!" There was that pesky old elephant in the room--finally. "You're welcome. I really enjoyed myself, too," I honestly admitted, and then took a pregnant pause before adding, "But I really don't wanna have sex with you anymore. Mostly because I'm afraid that my girlfriend might find out about us somehow, and that cumshot would ruin everything for me." "I understand. And I promise you that I'll never ask you to have sex with me again. But in the future, if you ever feel like you need to have sex with me, just let me know." "Don't worry. I will," I said, "But I really don't think that's ever gonna happen." "So then I guess I'll just have to go find a girl out there somewhere who likes sucking dicks," Chris said, attempting to make light of the whole situation. But I could tell from the tone of his voice, that Chris really wanted to leave the possibility open that we might end up having sex together again someday. In other words, I could tell that Chris wasn't a happy camper about my having just told him that I basically wasn't going to ever let that possibility happen again. "I'm sure you'll do just fine," I replied, in an effort to reassure him. And I knew that any girl--that is, any girl who could manage to look past Chris's obese body to see the wonderfully genuine spirit within--would be thrilled to discover the awesome "sexual equipment" down between his legs. The bottom line is that whatever Chris lacked in penis length, he more than made up for in penis width--and according to everything that I've ever read on the subject, it's the width of an erect penis that truly matters to a female, thanks to the way that her vagina is designed. That huge dick-head of Chris's would stretch a girl's vagina wide-open, automatically giving her incredibly-pleasurable sensations, in the process. And as if that weren't tits enough, the drastically-flared-out coronal ridge surrounding Chris's dick-head would firmly rub back and forth up against that girl's G-spot throughout their missionary style intercourse, making her cum like crazy, over and over again. And to top it all off, what heterosexual girl wouldn't thoroughly enjoy getting her baby-making hole filled up to the brim with the massive amount of forcefully-ejaculated sperm that would inevitably emerge from those enormous balls hanging down between Chris's legs, each and every time that he orgasmed? 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