Cum hungry Kim

Published on 02..2022 in the category Horny sex stories Note: All text, actions & people on this site are fictional and fictitious and submitted by our readers. They are not intended to be used for any form of illegal activity.

An old story of mine. Have fun with it!KimThe first Saturday in June wasn't a special day. What made him stand out was the fact that he was to become extraordinarily beautiful. At least, that's what the weathermen had predicted. This time the weather actually held up and in the morning there was a light blue sky with a friendly and warming sun. In the morning I sat down on my balcony, took the newspaper I had brought downstairs and started to find out about the interesting topics.

Well, they weren't really that interesting and I read more the ads and the commercials. From time to time you had to be enlightened about what you didn't really need, but still had to have. Since I got up relatively late, I let myself go this way until noon and then thought about what else I could do. In that sense, it was an advantage if you were alone.

You weren't pushed into anything and you could determine your own day. So I decided not to spend the day just lounging, but to give my body some exercise. After all, the weather was great and I felt it was a shame to spend the whole day not leaving the apartment. Especially since the sun would disappear right behind the house, leaving the balcony in the shade. So I got up and changed my clothes because I didn't want to go out on the street in a tracksuit.

I quickly put on a light outfit and was standing in front of the front door a few minutes later. Now I got a problem. I hadn't even thought about where I actually wanted to walk. So I looked to the left, then to the right, and quickly decided on the route where I could probably catch the most rays of the sun on my body. After all, I wanted to soak up the sun and warmth, because in recent years you didn't know how often you actually got there.

Especially since the sun made a wide berth around the weekends. I walked around for about an hour without paying close attention to where my legs were taking me. But at least they were smart enough to let me run in circles, more or less. So I never went very far from my home and was able to get back quickly almost at any time. It was only now that I realized how smart my legs really were. Not only did they make me run in circles, they arranged it so that I ended up standing in front of my favorite iced coffee.

What a coincidence, or a conspiracy of legs and stomach, which made itself heard at that very moment. A long growl made me sit up and think about the new ice cream flavors that might be coming this year. I hadn't been here for a long time and wanted to try these now. But as it is when the weather is nice, many had already come up with the idea. In other words, I had driven halfway across town to do exactly the same thing.

Neither inside, where I didn't want to sit at all, nor outside was there a free table. Everyone was besieged and even on the benches that the city had set up for tired people there wasn't a seat left. It was more like the people sitting on it were either holding a cone of ice cream or lying in wait. They practically stared at the other guests and waited for someone to get up.

No sooner had this happened than they stormed in the direction of the vacant space. For me as an individual there was no flower pot to win. So the only alternative I had was to get an ice cream cone and eat it on the way home. I was walking to the counter and joining the sizable line in front of it when three people at a table of four got up. Only one remained seated and somehow didn't look as if she belonged.

So I took my chance, walked quite quickly to the table and asked the young man sitting there: “Excuse me, is there maybe a vacancy here?” He raised his head and nodded in my direction. So I lounged in the very comfortable rattan armchair and waited for things to happen. Now I had the time that I would have taken anyway, because with the rush it was clear that it would take a moment before someone served me.

So I had plenty of time to grab the new card and thoughtfully delve into the changed product offering. What strange new creations wasn't there. With so many of them, I really asked myself who else would eat something like that, after all, garlic had no place in ice cream for me. But not everyone thought like me. Eventually I made up my mind and put the card aside. I'd get a really big mug this time, that kind of thing that makes you sick just to look at.

It was the size that mattered. I had to smile at the thought. Since I still had time, the staff hadn't even come close to the finish line to my table, so I lit a cigarette with relish and looked around a bit. A visit to a coffee was always a way of seeing and being seen. Although there was certainly no one who saw me as a particularly interesting target.

I, on the other hand, enjoyed observing people. Unfortunately, there was no suitable victim in my immediate vicinity. There was nothing really interesting about them. So I shifted my interest to my counterpart and watched him out of the corner of my eye. He sat slightly hunched because he was looking more or less straight down and at one of those new things called tablets. Something that looks more like an oversized cell phone.

His fingers keep sliding over the touchscreen and I secretly wondered what he was seeing there. He was either surfing the internet or updating his files. At least he didn't write. Otherwise there was nothing special about him. He looked like a college student, hair removed to a few millimeters, wearing a thin baggy sweater that encased his relatively gaunt frame and looked like he was at least three sizes too big.

The sleeves were pushed up to the elbows, from which rather thin little arms looked out, which ended in almost filigree fingers, which scurried almost nervously over the surface of his computer. He had no eyes for the surroundings. He was so absorbed in what he was doing that the coffee in front of him must have gone cold by now. No smoke plume, no matter how small, betrayed that it was still hot. But that didn't bother him in the least.

Every now and then he would grab the cup, pull it to his face and take a small sip without taking his eyes off the screen. I was sure that if someone had filled his cup without him noticing, he wouldn't have even noticed. You might even have poured tea in it and he wouldn't have noticed. He sat there so engrossed, not letting anything distract him.

“What can I get you?” suddenly a voice penetrated my ear. I was almost startled because I didn't see the waitress coming. “An exotic cup with an extra large dash of chocolate sauce and a large coke without ice, please,” was my answer, which made my counterpart raise his eyebrows a bit. He also lifted his head for the first time and just looked at me for a moment. Then he immediately lowered his head again and continued typing.

I did not expect that. His eyes were the most intense blue I had ever seen. They were beaming when he looked at me, because he had to be looking halfway into the sun. While I was waiting for my order, I lit another cigarette and smoked slowly. I enjoyed this time of waiting again and again with great delight. After all, I was looking forward to what was to come in the next few minutes and anticipation was the greatest joy.

It was another quarter of an hour before the waitress came to the table with the enormously large mug and placed it sensitively in front of my sparkling eyes. In addition, the ordered cola in a half-litre glass. That's how I imagined pleasure and I was really more than lucky that Mother Nature didn't charge me for such gluttony at all. Well, a little tummy and a little something on the side had come along over the years, but by no means what others would have grown.

Apparently my genes didn't allow it. “Do you do that often?” I suddenly heard a question penetrating my ear. At first I didn't know exactly where the question came from and what it meant, but it seemed to have been addressed to me. “Excuse me,” I asked uncertainly in the direction of my counterpart, from whom it had apparently come. “I asked if you do that often?” whereby my counterpart lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

“What should I do more often?”, I asked back and looked into his blue eyes. “Well, to ingest so many sweet things. I was just wondering how a person could eat so much sugar without rising like a yeast dough. Or do you only eat something like this once a year and today is that day? Oh yes, my name is Kim, by the way!” “Jens,” I said, surprised by the voice that penetrated my ear.

Surprised because she didn't fit the body that was sitting across from me. This voice was definitely not the original, because it sounded quite scratchy, as if someone was hoarse. Liters of whiskey and twenty cigars on ex would also have led to it, but to be honest, my counterpart didn't look like it. So I guessed it was more because there had been too much yelling or talking. “And no,” I said to Kim, “I don't eat like that every day but every once in a while.

People need a bit of luxury every now and then. “Why I answered at all was a mystery to me. After all, it was none of his business. On the other hand, I didn't think it was bad to have a little conversation either. After all, it was a nice day and it might be interesting. Kim had him tucked between his computer in a sort of small bag and was smiling as I shoved in spoonful by spoonful.

Otherwise it would have bothered me if someone was watching me, but not here. It wasn't a look that wanted to steal something, but one that gave it to you. The whole time, which was really getting longer than I thought, a slight smile hung on his thin lips, and even when he took a sip of coffee, he didn't turn it away. It was like before with his computer. In between, he ordered a new one, which came long before I was done.

I loved it when the ice was in a state that wasn't directly frozen, but wasn't thawed either. Something in between, a transitional phase from one physical state to the other. My plauze grew and grew until I was finally done with the ice cream. Then I leaned back with relish, taking the coke in my hands and slowly sipping on it. “Hmmm, looks like it tasted good.

Seems to have been delicious. Personally, I also like sweet things, but something like that always sticks with me,” said Jens. I set the glass on one of my legs and looked at him, just not imagining where it got stuck on him. After all, he seemed to be about to fall out of his clothes and had to watch out for every storm to avoid being blown over. Or maybe it was because he exercised iron discipline.

Something like that was more than regrettable for these people. “Oh yes, do you usually eat sweet things, for breakfast and in between?” Or would you prefer something hot and well seasoned?” To be honest, I didn't really know what Kim was getting at. After all, it was unusual to ask a stranger such questions. But I decided to play the game because I was far too curious about what would develop from it. “Honestly, I eat way too much of the sweet stuff.

It's been like this since I was a child. For me there could never be enough of it. Even today it is no different. I just can't walk past anything that promises a sweet change. If I could, I think I would make a living from it. But unfortunately that's not possible. Healthy things also have to go in,” I answer his question honestly. In order to keep the conversation going, I asked him in return: “And how about you? They probably like to drink coffee, but apparently without sugar.

At least the last one I ordered didn't get one!” Kim seemed to think for a moment. Although you couldn't tell from his face, you could tell by the fact that he thought a little longer. “How should I say that? My tastes are a bit strange in that direction. ' He fidgeted, as if trying to find words. “I prefer another delicacy, but I can't get it everywhere. But this should also be as sweet as possible, because I'm not that into sour or even bitter.

But it's not easy to get, above all, the producer has to be to my liking. Not everyone is eligible. “Ah ha, so you prefer the regional providers. That's really good because it's the same for me. When I go to the weekly market, I go to the stalls of the local farmers. These have to be supported, otherwise at some point you will only get the same old standard that is offered everywhere,” I replied to his explanation.

“Something like that,” he said, and a wider grin than before appeared on his lips. Although I slowly got the impression that we were somehow talking past each other. Kim, meanwhile, had his head resting on his hands and was looking into mine with his sparkling eyes. “It's a pity that I don't have more time, because I would have liked to have continued the conversation. You are an interesting person for me and I would be very happy if we meet again.

Maybe I can visit you sometime?” he said, still looking deep into my eyes. “Sure, why not. I have all weekend free. You can come whenever you want,” I answered him. Then I wrote him my address on a beer mat and gave it to him. He pocketed the coaster that went with his computer and stood up, smiling. Then he said goodbye and walked away with rather quick steps.

I looked after him for a moment and only broke away from his sight when he disappeared around the next corner. Only now did I realize what had just happened. I had invited a complete stranger to my place to talk about food. Now what I had felt to be a fruitful and normal topic just a few seconds before seemed a little absurd to me. Perhaps his bright blue eyes had tempted me to do so.

I didn't know anymore, but I was still excited to see what was to come. There couldn't have been more than one flop. So I stayed in my seat for a while, smoked two more cigarettes and drank my coke, which actually didn't fit in my stomach anymore. Only then did I get up clumsily and continue on my way home. When I got home, I sat in front of the TV and had a good time.

The treats I had eaten before found their way from my stomach to the intestines and was slowly but surely absorbed. I lounged happily in my armchair and gave a start when the doorbell rang, interrupting my cultivated boredom in front of the television. Normally only someone who wanted to get rid of their advertising rang my bell on Saturday. So I didn't let that bother me and continued to watch TV. But only a minute later it rang a second time and I already found it annoying.

So I got up, clumsy as I was, and struggled to the intercom. “Yes!” I called into the shell with almost as unfriendliness as I could. Everyone should immediately realize that they weren't keen on being disturbed. “Kim!” came as an answer and I automatically pressed the door opener. I didn't expect it so soon. After all, it had only been three hours since we had seen each other. But since I didn't have anything to do anyway, it could only get more interesting than it had been before.

But that wasn't art. Two minutes later he was standing in front of my door, which I had already opened earlier. He looked the same as before and I let him pass me I the apartment. Once in the living room, he put his bag with the computer on my sofa and looked around for a moment. He seemed particularly interested in my bookshelf. While I got something to drink and nibble, he would stand in front of it and read the spines of the books, or even take one out to examine it more closely.

If I had a passion, it was books. Nothing against computers, but a book in your hand was something completely different. When I came back into the living room, he was still standing in front of it. I sat down and looked at him from behind. The sight was the same as before on the market. Quite thin, if not scrawny. Even the baggy clothes couldn't quite hide that. Baggy sweaters, blue jeans and sporty white shoes. Certainly nothing that modeled a body, rather the complete opposite.

Then he turned and came back with a book in his hand. “Interesting collection!” he said, sitting down in a chair across from me. “I've wondered for a long time whether the written word is going to die, although I don't believe it!” It's strange to hear those words spoken by someone who seemed to be carrying his tablet computer with him everywhere. But I should be fine. If more people thought like that, then books would survive.

I had placed some biscuits and chips on my living room table, as well as a bottle of coke and water. I just wanted to see what he would eat, after all he seemed to like sweets too. Maybe he just didn't have anything tasty in the coffee because he didn't have enough money. It often happened to people like him. But he grabbed the bottle of water and poured himself a sip. However, he didn't take any of the snacks that were offered.

Not a cookie, not a chip. He raised the glass and toasted me when I poured myself another glass of Coke. Anyway, it didn't matter today anyway. I already had a sugar shock anyway. That, in turn, revived our conversation from earlier. We chatted about all sorts of things to eat, always ending up on something like cake or other heavyweight things. Then Kim got the idea to tell me all about digestion without pointing fingers at me about how unhealthy I was eating.

It was more of a scientific lecture than a reminder to me. To be honest, I still didn't understand why he was telling me that. Where was the gist of it all. At some point I couldn't stand it any longer and asked him: “And what does all this have to do with us?” I added the word us because I had the suspicion that it concerned us both. So I got him a bit off the hook now.

He stayed silent for a moment and thought again for a moment, like in coffee. Then he looked at me piercingly again and said: “It has something to do with us, because I want something from you!” I looked at him and didn't know what he meant by that. “What do you want from me?” I asked him a little more urgently, because it was getting on my nerves that he couldn't get around it. He doesn't answer me directly, but put his glass on the table and slid off the sofa, then came crawling on all fours around the living room table, still staring into my eyes.

Just below my knees, he crouched for a moment as if waiting for me to do something. But since I was kind of interested in what was to come, I held back completely and just watched. Suddenly he put his hands on each of my knees and slowly pushed them apart, which I counteracted a little at first. But this was only the first reaction to the situation and just a few seconds later I let it happen without resistance.

Already my legs were so far apart that Kim could push his body further between my legs. But that wasn't enough for him. He continued to push my knees outward until they went no further. Only then did he let her go. His eyes are still staring at me, seeming to seek a reaction, but none came. So he got braver and reached up to put his hands on the elastic of my comfortable slacks.

I wore these when I got home, because I was here privately. Fingers hooked and slowly but surely pulled them down. I knew where this would end. Still, I didn't try to stop him. On the contrary. I followed it with great interest and even helped it by lifting my butt a little and moving it away from the backrest. These were the surest signs for him that I let him have his way.

The tense expression on his face disappeared and softened. Likewise, he broke his gaze from me and now looked instead to where in a few seconds something would appear that he apparently desired. To do this, however, Kim had to lift the elastic further, because in the meantime it had become thick and almost completely stiff underneath. First though, he reached around me and slipped the waistband over my butt so I could sit back down and he continued on the front.

I almost caught my breath as he placed his fingers on the elastic again, hooked them and lifted. He pulled the fabric up as high as possible. Then he steered it toward himself to reveal what lay beneath, or rather what stood. Now I really caught my breath as the cooler air reached my now perfectly stiff cock. This happened at the moment when Kim saw him for the first time .

My butt was bulging and thick and presented itself to both of us. I've always been proud of him because he wasn't one of the smallest and skinniest. He certainly didn't play in the absolute top league, but he didn't need to. He stood there, thick and shiny, not only capturing my gaze. Kim just looked at him closely at first, but then made a smacking sound as if he'd spotted something very appetizing.

Then he slipped the fabric from his fingers and already one of his hands slowly under my balls. Again I heard the smacking sound when he got them out of their sinking and noticed that they weren't the smallest either. On the contrary. I had always thought that they actually didn't really fit my cock. They were larger in girth than would normally fit my tribe. But that never bothered me or anyone else.

There had even been some women who were particularly fond of it, because when I came, my ejaculation was copious. While Kim couldn't hold my balls in one hand, but kept moving his hand from one to the other, the other tried to grasp my trunk. But the little fingers didn't quite succeed. They just couldn't make it, but now they were sliding down the shaft anyway. Slow at first, they explored the full length of what was on offer.

Then they even broke away completely and just ran their fingertips along the thick, blue veins that had formed on the outside in the meantime. They walked up and down several times, taking a different route each time. Finally, his index finger ran along the underside and felt along the vas deferens. Just below the glans, at the thinnest point, his fingers wrapped around the trunk again and slowly stroked down. Leisurely, he uncovered the bulging glans and pulled the whole cock towards him until he could look directly at the tip, on which the little hole had opened slightly in the meantime.

All the while his hand continued to massage my balls, which put up with the treatment very much. In the meantime my excitement had risen quite high and I noticed how hard my abdominal wall was. A kind of pain I loved and enjoyed. He showed me how strong my anticipation was. Kim looked at his work for a moment and was clearly impressed by what he saw there. His tongue appeared and wet his thin lips, then he lowered his head.

I groaned once as his lips touched the head of the penis. Very little, more like a breathy kiss, but you can feel it. My cock jerked once, but was held tightly by Kim so it didn't stray. His head went down again, but this time he didn't kiss me, just ran his tongue over it once. I moaned again, almost taken aback by the feelings radiating into my body.

But I didn't have time to relax anymore. Kim didn't pause anymore and started licking my trunk like he was holding an ice cream cone. Again and again I heard “mmmmmhhhhh” from him, as if he liked it particularly well, and where was it then, because his efforts increased. His tongue kept stroking from very far down, almost from the root up to end on the tip.

It didn't take long and my whole cock was glistening with his saliva. He didn't seem to want to leave out a square millimeter, absorbing my taste wherever he could find it. At some point, my first drop of pleasure came out and formed a small milky dome on the tip. Kim certainly saw it, but deliberately stayed away from it. Only when a drop formed and threatened to run down did the tip of his tongue dip into it. He immediately pulled it back into his mouth and closed it.

For a few seconds he tested my taste again, and the sound of pleasure was heard again. You could almost hear how he tasted it and his tongue shot out again to get another taste. Then he was apparently sure that everything was as he thought it would be because his mouth opened and his lips sat on my glans. I knew what was coming next and awaited it with my heart pounding, if not racing.

Almost in slow motion, the wet lips slipped over the bare and sensitive skin. Let me further into the waiting heat that greeted me behind. Kim had to open his mouth wide as the head was almost too thick to even fit through, but I finally got in and lips curled around the hard shaft behind the swollen ball. Eerie heat surrounded me and I felt his tongue begin to explore the intruder from the underside.

There wasn't much space, but he still managed to stimulate me further. Already my balls pulled up again and again. A good sign that I wouldn't be able to stand it much longer. After all, I hadn't had an opportunity for a long time and even my last personal redemption was three days ago. So there was a lot pent up on me and wouldn't wait long to be released. I now put a hand on the back of Kim's head to control it even better, but he immediately grabbed mine with one hand and pushed it off again.

He didn't seem to want it and I didn't. Actually, I didn't need it at all, because it was such a feast for my senses and I was sure that I would soon be catapulted into heaven. I closed my eyes and let myself be directed by him, I could feel my pressure building up and more and more pleasure water rising through the vas deferens. I wouldn't be able to stand it much longer, nor did I want to.

Kim's doing to me doesn't mean I wasn't allowed to, though. He had started to move his head up and down by now, so I was getting more sliding friction. Added to this was his nimble tongue, which seemed to be everywhere at once. This mixture of ever stronger feelings that ran through my body combined in my abdomen. It got harder and harder and I almost couldn't breathe. I knew very well that I had collected large amounts of my sperm and finally wanted to get out.

Kim also noticed my condition and reinforced his actions. When I was really only millimeters from my eruption, he pinched one of my balls a little harder. I cried out and at the same time my whole body started to twitch. Even for me, copious amounts of semen opened up and was thrown into Kim's mouth just a few seconds later. I thought it would never stop. Thrust after thrust left me and ended in the mouth that had been sucking on me.

Kim swallowed as fast as he could but didn't manage to take it all in. A small part of it pushes out the side and runs down his chin. Meanwhile, I had grabbed a pillow from the sofa and bit into it. My long drawn-out cry of pleasure came out only muffled as Kim sucked me dry. Even as my cock slowly began to shrink, he continued to hold it captive in his mouth and almost tenderly sucked out the very last bit.

Only then did he let me slide out of his fantastic prison. As my vision cleared and I removed the pillow from my mouth, I looked down and into his eyes, which had locked on me again. He now put his index finger to the corner of his mouth and, with conspicuous slowness, pushed the rest of the semen over the skin between his lips. Here the tongue came out and drew the semen in the mouth. Kim let out his pleasurable sound once more and then stood up slowly.

It took him a moment because he had been on his knees the whole time. It took a moment before he really stood up. Then he turned and went back to the chair he had come from. Here he sat down and looked at me again with his almost innocent smile. I was almost embarrassed as I repackaged my now limp cock. But that didn't seem to bother Kim.

Then there was radio silence. I didn't know what to say now. It all came as a surprise to me and I couldn't think of anything. “Thank you!” Kim said in return. “It was more than good, I hope you enjoyed it too. As I said before, I love a delicacy that I can't get everywhere. But only if it suits my taste. I don't like men who eat too spicy or the wrong food.

It's different for you. Sweet and tasty, just a hint of acidity in the background. In addition, plenty of it and from a cup that I like very much. It doesn't happen that often. “I just looked at him in disbelief. Couldn't really understand what he was saying to me there. He must be crazy because I hadn't heard it like that before. There sat a person who saw me as a donor of a delicacy.

Well, not that I didn't enjoy it and I was happy to give, but it was a bit strange. “Ah ha!” was the only thing I could say to that, because somehow I still hadn't digested it. “Would you mind if I came by every once in a while. If you don't want to, then I'll leave and won't come back. It's your decision. But I would be very happy, because I don't like to let such an opportunity pass me by.

You are special to me. “Actually, I didn't have to think long. I wasn't tied down and I wanted to make a small donation anyway. I released my tension and he got what he wanted. Business couldn't have been better. “Can you tell me how often you can give me something of yourself. I've just gotten some, but I still have the taste of you on my tongue and wouldn't mind getting another dessert!” Now I was truly speechless.

I was just looking for an answer, but now it got stuck in my throat, although none had been there yet. I just looked at him with wide eyes. “Uhhhmmmm,” he said, “Hi, I'm talking to you. Can I get an answer? Jens, wake up!” I really woke up like I was in a dream. The spoken word reached my eardrums, but was not actually decoded and translated into the language of my brain. So it took me a few more seconds to understand him.

“Sorry I didn't answer you right away,” I said to him, “but it all comes as a bit of a surprise. I have to sort my thoughts first. “Take it easy,” Kim said, sitting down even more relaxed than before, “I've brought some time with me. “This relaxation with him became clear to me quite quickly. He already knew what I would decide to do. At least he got what he wanted with it. There was only one sentence missing from me, which I'm sure he wanted to hear.

“All right, you know that I can't refuse,” I said to him, “And to your question. Yes, I think a dessert can be set up. I have something else for you. However, I want to give it to you the way I want it!” “Agreed,” it came faster than I thought. “How would you like it?” I stood up without a word, motioned for him to follow me and went to my bedroom.

Here I let him pass me. “Please lie down!” I said to him. Without hesitation, he lay down on the bed, straightened the pillow, and tucked it under his head so he could see better what I was doing. I undressed completely and a little later stood at the side of the bed. Here I was looking down at Kim who was fully dressed as before. But I didn't mind because my goal was clear and so was my cock.

Even though I'd arrived just half an hour ago, he began to rise in anticipation. I didn't have to do anything for it, because just thinking about what was to come made it grow. Then I grabbed Kim's legs and pulled him further down. However, I didn't have to make an effort because he had already expected it. Now his head was almost in the middle of the bed, with his legs sticking out over the footboard.

He took the pillow with him and a few seconds later he was back to where he was before. Now I crawled onto the bed and a few seconds later I lifted one leg to be over him. At first I was on my knees looking down at him. His eyes were fixed on my cock and his tongue came out quicker to wet his lips. Slightly shiny, they marked my destination, showed me where I wanted to go.

So I slouched forward, propped myself up on my hands and let my legs slide back. By now my cock had grown to its full size again and was presenting itself in the usual way. The tip came closer and closer to its target and just before that Kim raised his hands to steer and tease it. “Don't,” I told him and he dropped his hands again. Instead, he was waiting for me, watching with excitement as I got closer and closer to him.

Only a few millimeters separated us and I overcame them within a few song beats. The glans touched his lips softly and pushed slowly but unstoppably between them. Kim resisted this intrusion with just enough resistance that I could feel her lips sliding across the sensitive skin. I felt my progress and watched it at the same time because I had my head down and watched in fascination as the crimson head of my cock slipped into Kim's mouth.

It was the same indescribable feeling as before, when the glans slid completely into the oral cavity. My lips tightened around my trunk again and I paused for a moment to enjoy it. But not for long. The urge in my body took over and I slowly began to move in Kim's mouth. I pushed myself in slightly and immediately pulled myself back into the previous position.

But that wasn't enough for me. Now I moved my abdomen a little back and forth so that I could always penetrate at a different angle. Different feelings than before flowed through my body and I got faster to the point that we both hoped to reach. Kim got ready, because again my pre-cum betrayed how I was doing. But I didn't care. Kim didn't care about his lust, it was about what he got from me.

For me, it was all about my lust and not what Kim did with it. This time I looked down for as long as possible. Kim had turned his head up so far that I could dive almost vertically. The friction had become so great that it was no longer bearable. I once completely expelled my air from my lungs and immediately sucked them full of fresh air again. Now I had enough oxygen in my body.

My legs started shaking and the muscles in my butt dimpled as my first two spasms went through my body. This time I just cried out softly, even without a pillow between my teeth. Now, as I squirted in spasms, I actually managed to look down and found wide-open eyes staring back at me. My eyes locked with Kim's as my cum flooded his mouth and he sucked it out of me.

His cheeks were dimpled in from the vacuum and I could see his little Adam's apple bouncing up and down with each sip. He sucked me dry to the last drop and took it all in. At some point I just couldn't take it anymore. I got up, was released by him and lay down on the bed next to him, completely exhausted. But he got up immediately, licked his lips again and left the room.

Only seconds later I heard the apartment door slam shut. I was alone and immediately fell asleep content. When I woke up again, I first wondered if it had been a dream. But the slight irritation of my cock told me pretty quickly that it hadn't been. So I lay a little satisfied on the mattress, grinning and feeling very relaxed. Only then did I get up and follow the instructions of my stomach, which told me that I should eat something with a growl.

Arriving at the fridge, I opened it and unfortunately couldn't find much in it that I would have liked at the moment. No sausage, no cheese, just two half-full jars of jam and one with nougat cream. But why the nougat cream was in the fridge was beyond me. It really didn't belong there, because when it got cold you could only break it up with a hammer or heat it up in the microwave. However, you should stick with it, because the stuff was liquid and not to be enjoyed either.

I already knew this effect and didn't want it a second time. So I grabbed the jam and smeared it on a thick piece of bread. It made me think of Kim. After all, I was doing what he seemed to prefer. My lips twisted into a grin again and I grabbed a piece of paper to write down the purchases that were due. The result was clear. Little of it was actually healthy, but I didn't mind.

I was doing the Kim Diet, so to speak. A very special diet that didn't just benefit me. I didn't even know if he would ever come back. After all, he hadn't left me anything to indicate that. Nevertheless, I wanted to be well prepared in the near future. Nothing should stand in the way of us meeting again. Three days later the doorbell rang and when I picked up the phone from the intercom I heard before I could say anything I was able to do what I had longed to expect.

“Kim,” it came tersely, but at the same time precisely to my ear. Without an answer from me, my finger flicked to the door opener. Then I stood expectantly at the door and couldn't wait to see him. What surprised me a little bit was that my body was already reacting to it. The tracksuit I wore every afternoon was already showing a modest dent because just the fact that Kim was about to show up made an impact on me.

A few moments later he came around the corner smiling. He hadn't changed, only this time he wasn't carrying a bag with him. Otherwise he looked the same as when we first met. Baggy sweater, jeans and sports shoes. However, everything varied in color, indicating that they were not the same clothes. Without much greeting, he pushed past me and this time I could smell a sweet scent that he exuded. Actually, it didn't suit any man, but it didn't bother me in the least.

Everyone should wear what they wanted. Kim sat down on the sofa like last time and looked at me curiously as I appeared in the living room. Then I asked him what he wanted. “Oh, nothing special,” he replied quite calmly, although his voice sounded completely different to me. If it had sounded rough and hoarse the last time, it was now rather smooth but above all higher. I just looked at him in surprise for a moment, but didn't say anything.

“I'll be totally satisfied if I get the same thing as last time. Anyway, that would be nice!” My own response, “Don't worry, I've saved everything for you since,” sounded surprising even to me, especially considering what we were talking about. We could have sat in the midst of people and no one would have noticed it was a topic of conversation. “May I have something now?” He asked me straight out and I answered: “No problem. I'm coming over to you!” I never thought it would come off my lips so easily, but Kim somehow reassured me that I was allowed to be like that.

So I got up, walked around the living room table. Then I put my legs between his and very slowly pulled my pants down myself. I wanted to make it kind of exciting for both of us, even though we already knew each other and there would be no more surprises. I bent down low and even pulled my pants over my feet. Then I came to the vertical again and the trunk, which was still slightly bobbing, stood stiffly in front of me.

Kim fixed him immediately and licked her lips as usual. Then he immediately grabbed it and started stroking it. Again and again, his fingers ran slowly and sensitively over the surface, bringing me the kind of feelings I found very stimulating. The nice thing was, I didn't have to hold back. why. Kim just wanted my climax, it promised him the highest pleasure. He then let go of my cock and just licked the underside with his tongue a few more times, then held still.

“You give it to me!” he said from below, raising his head so that his face was tilted upwards. Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and stuck out his tongue. So he sat motionless and looked up at me from below. My excitement increased at this sight even more than before. My cock twitched once, demanding that I take care of it.

So I lifted one leg over Kim's and placed it on the edge of the sofa. Then I grabbed my cock and started rubbing myself. I wouldn't have to do this for long, that was clear. My juice had already pooled and was just waiting for the trigger and I was only too ready to pull it. As my arousal increased, I rubbed harder and harder and felt inside that it would only last a few seconds if I continued like this.

The point of no return was reached and at the last moment I placed the underside of my cock on Kim's tongue. A violent spasm coursed through my body and gathered in my groin area. I backed up a bit, but that didn't matter because Kim followed with his head. Not only that, he changed the angle so that the first jet that left me shot straight into his oral cavity and smacked against his roof of the mouth.

I moaned tremendously, at the same time my eyes widened and followed the spectacle that was taking place in the height of my abdomen. Jet after jet of my almost white cum shot out of me and immediately ended up in Kim's gaping mouth. Nothing went wrong and even the last rest, which flowed sluggishly out of me after a short time, ran down his slightly sloping tongue into his throat. Finally, I ran my finger along the underside of my cock again to empty the vas deferens as well.

The last drop pulled a thread as I detached myself from Kim's tongue. Only now did he close his mouth and roll his eyes appreciatively. “Mmmhhhh” came out of his throat, and at the same time you could see how he swallowed swallowed my semen. Then he would sink back to enjoy what was left. Meanwhile, I lifted my leg off the sofa. Since I didn't think I needed my pants that day, I walked aside without them and sat next to Kim.

Why should I have gone back to my chair? “Wow, you're delicious!” Kim said suddenly, after he had also swallowed the very last part of me. Then he suddenly bent down and pressed a big kiss on my still semi-rigid cock. I watched him do it and for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of the neckline of his sweater, which was even wider than the one he wore last time.

At first I didn't know if I was wrong, but I thought I saw two small breasts. Really only very small and cone-shaped, with the matching in size nipples . I couldn't explain that right away, because men don't normally grow like that. Unless they were overweight, but firstly Kim was the exact opposite of overweight and secondly they looked different. So what should I make of that?Now I took a closer look at Kim and it occurred to me that Kim was actually a name used for both genders.

From this point of view, his current voice seemed a bit strange to me. She was more suited to a woman. I looked at Kim from that point of view, and now that I was paying more attention, I found more and more evidence that Kim wasn't a man. Certainly he didn't have any female forms, but with the little that he had on his ribs, something like that could hardly stand out. Then I thought of his larynx and his teeth.

The larynx was too small, as were the teeth. It's a mystery to me why I didn't notice that right away. The more I thought about it and looked at him, the more I came to the conclusion that he wasn't a man and that she was a woman, which didn't really matter to me. I still wanted to know, and since we were so open with each other, I just asked. Either she told me or he might start laughing.

“Kim, don't be mad at me,” I said, “but I have a question?” Kim looked at me with great interest and I even thought there was some tension in hers reading facial expressions. “Until now I always thought you were a man. Could it be that I was wrong about that?” I don't know what I had imagined, what reaction she would have now, but it certainly turned out differently than expected. At first nothing happened for a few seconds, then she suddenly opened her mouth, tilted her head back and started laughing out loud.

Whenever I thought she was about to stop, she would look at me and start all over again. So it must have been five minutes before she stopped, slowly and with tears in her eyes. “Yep, I'm a woman. Even if you don't see it right away. You're right, you don't realize it right away, especially when I was at a concert the day before and therefore hoarse. I hope you don't mind.

And sorry for the laughter, wasn't against you, you just looked so weird when you asked me the question! Oh yeah, if you have another question just ask it out!” “Nope!” I said, not right now, just needing to digest it for a moment. I kind of assumed something else and it doesn't bother me in the slightest. Why should it? It doesn't matter to me whether you, as a woman or a man, are keen on my delicacy.

” “That sounds very good,” Kim replied very quickly. “Today I have plenty of time to suck your balls, it would have been a shame. I've been looking for a tasty bite like you for a long time. You could get addicted to it right away!” Then I had to laugh. “Then I'm your drug and your dealer at the same time. I really have to think about whether you're not paying for it. That would be the worst thing ever.

“Now we both laughed and Kim gave my cock a little slap. That, in turn, was enough for him to jerk once and begin to expand again. “Ohh, how nice. Hardly the first round over, already want the second. Would the honorable donor of my lusts agree to that?” she asked teasingly, obviously enjoying the choice of words. “The donor agrees to this and wonders how she would like it,” I replied in the same vein. Without answering me, she pushed my upper body away from her, causing me to fall and sprawl on one half of the sofa lay.

Then she lifted one leg over her and lowered it far from the other. Now I was lying in front of her with my legs wide open and she immediately bent down. As she gave my glans a long kiss, she already pulled her body back, propped herself up on her elbows and grabbed my balls with one hand at a time. As soon as she had the two balls in her hands, she put her mouth over the trunk towering in front of her and began to spoil it.

Her head was bobbing up and down, putting me back in the tension I needed. At the same time she turned her hands so that she could now also massage my perineum with her thumbs. An insane feeling flooded my body. This feeling was completely unknown to me and I almost shot towards the end. My climax rolled over me almost too quickly and I thought I would squirt even more the second time than the first time.

I cried out once and at the same time I could more than clearly perceive the sucking feeling that Kim was creating in me. She had almost completely released my glans from her mouth. She had only sucked on the upper third. Her cheeks dented far, creating enough negative pressure to get the very last bit out of me. I almost had the impression that she was not only depriving me of my semen, but even more of my bodily fluids.

It was pure madness and I clawed at the backrest and the upholstery of the sofa for several minutes. It was downright painful, but good nonetheless. When Kim finally let go of me, I lay panting for a while and it took a long time before I could breathe normally again. Eyes still glassy, ​​I finally got up and sat down reasonably properly. “Wow, madness,” I only managed to say, because even that is difficult for me to say.

“Likewise,” Kim said. “I like you more and more. How about I stay here today. Overnight or something?” I didn't care about that or anything. Didn't promise to be the best night of my life, at least as far as giving went. “Why not? I do not mind. How did you think that?” I asked. “Do you have a wide scarf?” she asked me and I nodded once, although I didn't know what she meant by that.

“That's good, we'll need it soon. But I think we should eat something first. You're probably hungry, because you'll have to endure a little longer. I want more from you!” After that sentence, her eyes lit up and I thought I could read something like greed in them. But that was fine with me, and that I might be hungry, too. So I got up and walked into the kitchen with Kim in tow.

I was about to make some food here when she urged me to sit down. Then she grabbed the two jars of jam from the fridge and the nougat cream that I had wisely left on the counter. Then she took another long-handled spoon from a drawer, came over to me and I just put it on my lap. Luckily I didn't get caught, but if I had, I'm sure Kim would have let me sort it out.

The first jar of jam was unscrewed by her and the spoon drove into it. With a big load on it, the broad end appeared and flew g downright on my mouth. “Open up!” It was short and sweet and I couldn't help but follow the order. She already sunk the first spoon to get more immediately. So one spoon after the other came into my mouth and I had to eat it. Very sweet and by the eighth spoon at the latest it was almost too much for me.

But Kim would not tolerate refusal. “Pure fuel to make you taste good and last,” she said in a voice that didn't let you do anything but swallow it. So the two half jars of jam and a large part of the nougat cream disappeared into my stomach until I almost felt nauseous. Then Kim got a liter bottle of coke, which I had to drink almost completely under her supervision. Only then was she satisfied. “Very good, that will certainly do!” she told me in a now very exuberant, if not cheerful, voice.

“So, now you get the scarf and come into the bedroom with it. I'll wait for you there!” It looked like she was in charge now, but I didn't mind. I would get my share of the pie. I found the scarf quicker than I thought and followed Kim into the bedroom. She was just about to undress and I stood there interested for a moment. “Did you think I'd sleep in my clothes?” she asked over her shoulder, apparently not expecting an answer.

So I went to bed myself and undressed completely. Then I pulled the covers off and lay sideways on the mattress. Kim was now completely undressed and also came over to the bed. Now I could see her naked for the first time and she really was as skinny as I had imagined. There wasn't much to her. Rather so thin that you could count almost every rib.

She stopped in front of the bed and took the scarf from my hand, which I was still holding. She bent down and slipped it right under my sideways butt, fanning it out as wide as it would go. Then she crawled onto the bed herself. She then lifted my top leg and stuck her head through so that she came to rest with her head on my lower thigh with her face not far from my cock.

Then she let my top leg down again. This lay down on her body so that her upper arm lay behind my knees. “So,” she said, “Now tie a knot in the scarf behind my head and pull it tight slowly. Following her direction, I actually managed to tie the knot, and while she was getting herself into a better position, I tied it. The knot had already reached her neck, and as I continued to tighten, her head and with it her mouth approached my semi-rigid cock, which was now growing towards her.

He was already touching her lips. “Once it's in, tie a double knot so it doesn't unravel on its own. When you're ready, pull the blanket over us. I'm getting cold!” she said, then I was allowed to share her lips with my glans and slipped inside. As she said, I tied a double knot and managed to get the blanket over us without moving much. We were firmly connected and were, so to speak, a unit, because my now stiff penis almost coupled us to each other.

She took advantage of that now. She was driving me back into a frenzy faster than I thought. This was certainly also due to the unusual situation. Again I squirted my sperm into her and she took it on with relish. But this time I couldn't leave. At least I stayed with my glans in her hot prison. But since I was getting really tired by now. My eyes closed and I really fell asleep. But not for long, at least I thought so, because by then Kim had taken the initiative again.

While still half asleep, it shot out of me again and I cried out once. Now it almost only hurt, but this pain went away very quickly and made way for renewed fatigue. The only thing that worried me though was that I had drunk almost a whole bottle of coke. After all, Kim had urged me to do it. That was now noticeable. The pressure in my bladder increased steadily and after a while I could hardly stand it anymore.

I carefully groped for the knot and was about to untie it when one of her hands pushed mine away. So she was awake and got everything. I lifted the blanket and said quietly underneath: “I have to go somewhere!” But the only thing I heard from her was a slight growl, as if I were interrupting her with something. Then I repeated it a second time, albeit a little louder. But in response, only her growl grew louder as well.

So I lowered the blanket again and tried to counteract the pressure. But I just couldn't fall asleep. My body just wouldn't allow it anymore. He no longer wanted to obey me. My abdominal wall became almost rock hard and my bladder was filled to the point of bursting. I would only be able to stand it for a few more minutes, I was sure of that. I lifted the blanket again. “Soon I can't guarantee anything anymore!”, I said with a more than urgent voice into the darkness of the ceiling.

Instead of an answer from Kim, she started sucking my cock. I felt it very well and in my situation this was exactly what worked completely against me. I just couldn't anymore. My abdomen hurt and I just let it go. In an instant, my stomach relaxed and I felt it gush through my cock into Kim's mouth. Had I now expected that she would startle like a tarantula had been bitten, I was wrong.

She started drinking me, letting everything that left me gulpe down her throat and into her stomach. When I was completely empty, her “Mmmmmhhhh” came out from under the blanket. That's all. Now I was able to fall asleep peacefully until I was woken up in the morning by another highlight on my part. This had triggered a dream in me, the climax of which was mine in reality at the same time. Only the person I had given these to in the dream had been different from Kim.

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