Fully Loaded (Abroad) E3 | We cum anytime, anywhere (Patreon)

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I heard cum in your eyes stings so bad because all the little guys are trying to swim into your eyeball like it's an egg. Unfortunately, I've given myself enough accidental facials to know that at least the stinging part is true. 

Now, to confirm, someone else's cum stings just as bad. And it's damn awkward to try to wash it out of your eye in a small hostel bathroom. 

“Sorry about that, Wyatt. I couldn't hold it in any longer,” David said behind me. “Your eye alright?” 

I stop rinsing my eye because I'm not sure if it's even doing anything anymore and look in the mirror. My left eye is for sure red, but it's not looking so bad. I look behind my reflection at David, who points to the left part of his chin.

At first, I thought he was trying to show me a part of his jawline, and then I realized I had a glob of his jizz hanging off the same spot. 

“Here.” He hands me a small towel and I dry my face with it. “Shit, you've got it in your hair too.” He takes the towel from me and rubs my middle part. 

I've never met anyone that jizzes as much as me before. 

“Alright, I think we're done now. Sorry about that, mate.” 

I would've done the same thing if he…

…If he didn't swallow me down.

…If he didn't get rid of all evidence of my cum down his throat 

“I owe you an ice cream. Do you have plans now?” David checks his hair out in the mirror and then smiles at me. 

“No, I'm free.” 

“Alright, let's get some pants on now.” He smacks my bare ass before leaving the bathroom. I can't believe I didn't even register that we’re still pretty much naked. When my dick brain leaves after a good cum, it runs out. 

Out on the town, we get our ice-cream and walk around. I have to say that it’s a pleasant surprise because I had prepared to be alone the whole two weeks I'm here. I even downloaded a bunch of podcasts before I got on the plane to curb the loneliness. It's nice to walk around and be a tourist with someone, even if that person is basically a stranger. 

But knowing that he has hyperspermia too made him feel less strange. I never really had anyone to talk to about it, except for internet strangers when I was posting cumshots on X. Nevermind about that right now. 

“Have you always…” I lower my voice when other people walk past us. “Have you always cum that much?” 

“Pretty much,” David says. He had put one of those loose, almost see through dress shirts before leaving but it's way too hot to have long sleeves. He unbuttons it and takes it off, leaving on only a grey undershirt. His chest and arms fill out the shirt in a way that my scrawny arms never would. “I learned after the first time that I'll need something to catch it all.” 

“Yeah, same. I never thought of a cup though,” I say.

“Yeah? What do you use?” 

“Usually straight down the toilet,” I reply. “Or a good old tissue.” 

“Tissue? Singular? You need one of those big absorbent paper towel rolls they're always advertising,” David says with a laugh. “I almost drowned in your cum, mate.” 

“I–” I get interrupted by people walking past us again. 

“Stop worrying, Wyatt. They don't speak English here. And if they did, they don't know you,” David says. “I SWALLOWED HIS CUM!” he shouts. Some heads turn at the sound but then quickly return back to what they were doing. 

He's right. Nobody cares. 

“Have you done that before?” I ask him. “The swallowing, I mean.” Just as quickly as it left, my dick brain comes sprinting back. It has been a couple hours since, and I probably have an hour left before nature calls again. 

“Back in college, some mates and I were experimenting,” he says with a shrug. He's actually sweating a lot, and leaving dark sweat stains on his tight grey shirt. “I never minded the taste of cum. A little protein shake after a workout, you know what I mean.” 

Is that why he cums inside a cup? 

“You've never?”

“I… I've eaten it off my hand before.” Him being so open is helping me open up too. 

“You seemed pretty ready to take my load back there…” David makes exploding noises with his lips. “Hey, your eye isn't red anymore.” 

“Yeah, it doesn't usually last long.” 

“That's impressive that you can shoot up to your face. Given your height I mean.” He surveys my body from my feet to my head. “How tall are you anyway? Must be good with the ladies.” 

“I actually think they're more into big guys like you,” I say. 

“Yeah mate, dad bods are in.” David pats with his small belly with a chuckle. “You gotta eat more.” 

“Yeah.” I shrug. I've heard all that before, but I'm pretty sure tall and lanky is just part of my DNA. “Hey, what is that?” I point at a stone building on our left.

“Well, in Europe, either it's a historical monument or it's just some random building,” he says. “Given that there's no swarms of tourists here, I'm going to go ahead with random building.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right.” I touch the wall. It's beautifully designed, even though I have no idea what it's for.

“How many times do you cum in a day?” David asks. “3-4?”

“Minimum, yeah.” 

“Same, mate. I think I'm about due for my next one,” he says and starts to take off his pants. 

“Whoa! Dude!” I snap my head around to see if anyone is watching. We've somehow wandered off from the main tourist area and there's no one around. 

David laughs at my reaction and pulls his cock out from his boxers’ slit. Under the sunlight, I see all the strong veins going down the hard shaft.

“You've never done this before? Leave your mark somewhere?” He strokes his cock slowly and the tip drools onto the ground. 

Jesus. He's really just like me. 

“You could think of it as a beautiful toilet, if that helps.” David pats the stone wall, and then leans against it with his palm to jerk off. “Well, if you don't join me, I won't be long.” 

Fuck it. You're on vacation. No one knows you here.

I pull down my pants, and nervously pull out my boner. I'm just as hard as him, if not harder. His dong just always looks epically stiff with the strong curve to it.

“Wanna race?” David says while flashing a devious smile at me. He spits in his hand and spreads it on himself in circular twists. “Vroom vroom.” 

It makes me laugh and I spit in my hand too. Stroking it in the same way he is, I nod. 

“3…2…1…go!” We both start jacking off hard and fast. It's not usually my style, but it is guaranteed to make me cum quickly. And quickly is not necessarily a bad thing when in public like this. 

His thick arm becomes a blur as he jerks off quickly, and I try to match his rhythm. From the way he masturbates, I can tell that he can really drill someone when he fucks. 

I can’t do that.

“I'm close!” I say and let go. My long and erect cock bounces in the air. 

“Keep going, mate!” he says without missing a bit. I try to get back on the rhythm but have to let go again after a couple seconds. “Alright, you win the race. But keep going!” 

“Fuck…” I clench my teeth as the feeling rises close to the point of no return. I edge myself, touching myself only briefly while waiting for him. 

“I'm close too now.” His big chest puffs up. I see the pressure build in his face too. “Let go!” 

I let go my cock at the same time as him. 

“Ah!” A thick rope of cum lashes out of him and onto the wall. Then another.

Then another! 

Here we go!

I attempt to relax my pelvic muscles as his cumshot tips me over the edge. A stream of cum comes out of me, splashing onto the wall briefly before dying down. 

“That was cool. You're not done yet though, right?”

He gets that I need to be drained. 

He's the same.

David reaches to his backpack on the ground and pulls out the jar from last night. “I'm always prepared,” he says as he dips his left hand into it. 

As he offers the jar to me, he also reaches down with his free hand to my cock. 

“Let's help each other out?”

“Yeah. Let's do it,” I say. His slippery hand closes around my cock and I realize I still have so much to cum. I quickly scoop up some grease with my right hand and grab his thick curved cock. 

“Do it as hard and as fast as you can.” David demonstrates what he wants on me. 

“Oh fuck, I'm going to blow!” I moan as I jerk him off. 

“Tag the wall, Wyatt!” he moans. “Oh yeah, here I cum!” 

“AhHHH!” I cum for real, blasting cum onto the wall hard enough that it splashes off the stone. A second later, David ropes thick shots on top of my jizz, making a pattern of thick and watery cum on the wall. 

“Tourists.” David lets go of my cock abruptly and I instinctually grab it to stroke the rest of my nut out. 

What'd he say?

“Tourists!” he says in a hushed whisper. He pulls up his shorts quickly and I finally react and do the same thing. David pulls me in the shoulder to block the passerby's view of our cummy mess. 

He's breathing heavy and so am I. It's a mix of post-nut exhaustion and nerves all at once. Thankfully, the tourists walk by without questioning us. 

“Not bad for our first work of art together, ain't it mate?” David pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of the white juices dripping off the wall. “I'll send it to you.”