I manage to hold off my orgasm just long enough for Sam to close his eyes, start humping into his hand, and thrust his hips up. He's cumming, and quite a bit, too. I follow suit, cumming to the sight of Sam spraying his sticky fluids into the air. I shoot my wad, and impressive load of my own on my exposed tummy. A bit of our cum carelessly lands on the leather couch.
Things finally calm down, and Sam quickly stands up, turning around quickly enough for his slowly softening (but still huge!) dick to whip back and forth, slinging a small amount of cum onto the coffee table as he does so, my eyes not leaving his shaft until he goes to talk to me and I quickly avert my gaze. "Shit, we got jizz all over the couch. Fuck it, I won, so it's cool. I'm gonna go clean up really quick, clean your cum up, dude." he says, half-joking and half-frustrated with the cum all over his dad's favorite couch. He heads for the bathroom, presumably to clean up and use the toilet.
Not one to skip a well-presented opportunity, I do something that both surprises and nearly excites myself into another full-on hardon. I almost jump off the couch, assuming a kneeling position on the carpeted floor near where Sam was sitting, jacking off just minutes before. Not having much time, and acting on impulse, I mouth over the pool of warm, white, sticky fluid Sam had just deposited on the leather material. The taste isn't bad at all, a little salty and a little strange. The texture is not unlike a raw egg or something, but the fact that I'm eating what just came out of a hard, thick cock is turning me on too much to care about such things. Acting quickly, I lap up his cum, my cum, and swallow it before grabbing a nearby rag and finishing the cleaning process. The sound of the toilet flushing and the sink water running snaps me back to reality, and I resume my position on the couch, tucking my once-more erect cock painfully back into my pants.
"Jesus, dude, you didn't have to clean my cum up, too." Sam laughs, not realize what had just transpired in his own living room, "besides, now you owe me one, and I get to pick the next bet, in case you forgot.".
Oh, I haven't forgotten, I just hope he'll have an interesting bet tomorrow, and I really hope this whole handjob things goes as well as I hope. We finish out the day eating food, playing video games, and just hanging out per usual. While I manage to distract myself more-or-less, my thoughts periodically return to the images, smells, sights, and tastes of this morning's little session, and I feel excitement in my gut over what is going to go down tomorrow.
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