You pull back from the gentle heat of the gurgling sac, filled with a desire to explore his entire naked body. You press yourself against the thigh to your right, the inner side smooth and firm but the top dabbled with tiny hairs. You hold onto a handful and hoist yourself up onto the ledge of his leg face down. You swivel up, sitting awkwardly ontop the toned leg staring quietly at the epic scale before you.
His bulging package is to your left, throbbing peacefully in the afterglow while the tip of the cock still pokes out of the jock strap, dripping thick, pale liquid from the bulbous lips. Further up are his toned abs, a healthy tan with globs of cum splattered like rain puddles on the slowly rising surface. He well defined -yet not large - pecs rest further up with the tiny nipples placed upon their flat surface. His right arm lays at his side while his left is half strewn across his body, his hand lathered with his juice. Then, ontop of it all is his face, which, oddly enough, has been replaced with the dull-white fabric of a jock-strap, fastened to his mouth and nose like a contamination mask, with only his peaceful eyes and black hair (with those faint red streaks) on show.
With delicate grace you stand up, unsure of how much support Dean's body will give you. To your surprise it bends only slightly to your weight, the tense underlay of muscle easily holding you up. As you step further up his body the flesh softens and you stumble ontop his toned belly. You catch yourself on hands and knees peering into one of the pools of cum that nucleate around his belly button. The pearly mixture offers you a slight reflection. You stay like this, building up courage, until you slowly lower yourself until the tip of your nose touches the still warm surface, the smell of it driving you wild, a thousand times stronger than that of the locker room or even than that of the groin you escaped from. Pausing only for this slightest moment, you submerge face into the creamy substance until you brush against the soft, subtle skin of his belly at the bottom. With your ears just above the surface you remain, feeling the tender heat radiating from the body beneath you and the goo around your head so soothing to the touch.
You pull out sharply as your lungs give a kick, desperate for air. You suck in air, gulping down great quantities of it to relieve the thumping in your chest. As you do, thick globs of Dean's cum enter your mouth, treating you to the salty yet tasteless liquid that soon lines your throat. Groggily you push up onto your knees, your vision obscure by tendrils of the thick juice that ropes off of your hair and onto your chest.
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