Bob, Of Course

As has become custom, Bob is the first to finish. But this time, he does something different.

He stands up, walks over to your side of the couch and points his dick at your face. You're too mesmerized by his shirtless body to even begin to comprehend what he's doing. It isn't until the first spurts hit you on the cheek that you realize your friend has decided to bless you with his seed.

"Nah, it's not the same," He says. The expression on his face is hard to read, but he looks like a guy who just won the lottery yet is still fishing for something to complain about.

"What?"

"You! I think you need to wear your new clothes every time we play from now on."

You blow your load as soon as you start to think about it. Maybe I should just wear my new clothes all the time? You close your eyes in post orgasm ecstasy as Bob looks on with a triumphant grin.

He throws you a towel, which you take as a sign to head up to the bathroom and clean up. Getting a dirty thought, you decide to smear what remains of Bob's cum on your face into your skin. There's so much, that even after rubbing it into every corner, you have enough for a delicious snack. It feels just like putting on makeup, but now you'll smell extra sexy. Looking down, you notice some of your own cum on your tummy, and you do likewise with it. You bring a finger to your mouth once more, but are disappointed to find that the taste is nowhere near as good. Beta cum just doesn't compare.

Trying to be a gentleman, Bob doesn't bring up what happened for the rest of the day. You catch him sniffing a strange smell more than once in the evening, and smile to yourself every time you notice the hard-on your 'makeup' has given him.

At night, you're too excited to fall asleep and spend at least an hour thrashing on your bed. You consider watching some anal porn, but you don't have the heart for it. At this point in your relationship, it would be kinda like cheating, wouldn't it? Bob definitely wouldn't like that, but, shocking as it might seem, neither would you.

Instead, you decide to think about Bob and your evolving relationship. He obviously seems to be enjoying himself, and he should clearly be able to tell that you're enjoying yourself likewise. The fact that you didn't complain about the facial today is proof enough of that. So is he also gay? Is he going to make a move, or is he just going to keep using me for cheap sex? Well, either way, I'm getting fucked by him. And so long as I'm getting fucked, I think I'll be happy.

And with those sweet thoughts, you fall asleep.