Sam humps hard into my hand, pressing his pelvis into the side of my palm, his bare balls slightly touching my warm skin. I almost entirely stop touching myself in amazement of how big his dick looks as it's cumming and pushing upwards in my hand. I grip hard, allowing him to finish himself off by fucking my palm. He starts shooting cum, filling the small void at the end of the thin rubber he's sporting. Spurt after spurt of warm semen fills the tip of the condom, expanding it further than I believe was intended. He finally stops cumming, leaving the condom distended and expanded even larger than his own cockhead, which is making a seal between the cum he's produced and the rest of the world.
After coming back around to my senses, I have no trouble jerking to the site before me, my left hand still around the base while Sam recovers from his orgasm. I cum myself, almost as much as Sam had, not doing an amazing job of pretending to watch the porno. My cum lands all over my exposed belly, balls, cock, and hand.
I finally, reluctantly, let go of my friend's big (yet deflating) cock, allowing him to stand up. The condom dangles off his cock, bouncing in a teasing manner, filled with delicious cum. Sam leaves the room to go clean up and dispose of the rubber, and I head to the kitchen. I take a quick lick of the cum on my hand, and while it's exciting and tasty, it's not the same as my friend's cum. The feelings of guilt and embarrassment are lessened this time around. Am I getting hooked on dick? Is it just hormones, or something more?
We finally meet back up, and hang out pretty much normally for the rest of the evening after cleaning up the porn and such. We call it a day a little earlier than usual. As I'm heading out the door, Sam surprises me by lightly grabbing my arm, and saying "Don't forget about your end of the deal tomorrow.", before letting me go.
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