The Load Master (1)(MF) (Public) (Cum)

The Load Master (1)

(Fiction)(MF)(Hyperspermia)(Public)

His name is Martin O’Halloran but all of his friends and family call him Woody. He is good looking, about 5’ 11” tall, with a nice build. He has dark wavy hair and hazel eyes. He isn’t really into playing sports but loves to run, hike and bicycle, which keeps him in shape. Most of the friends he made after college had no idea how he got his nickname. In fact, most of his family didn’t know the real reason why his friends started calling him Woody.

Cops, what ya gonna do when they come for you…

Cops

Bad boy. Bad boy. What ya gonna do when they come for you?

It was my birthday and, in general, it was no big deal to me. However, all morning, there was this little voice, deep inside my psyche, squealing, “It’s my birthday!” It was not a big one, just 43, not like 30, 40 or 50. To celebrate, my live-in girlfriend was going to get Chinese takeout from my favorite Chinese restaurant. She wasn’t one to do much cooking. It wasn’t her cooking that made me love her. It was her thoughtful, kind nature and her love for sex.

My girlfriend went to work in the morning. She was an accountant and had an office about a 30 minute drive from home. I worked from home. Unless we had company staying with us, my days were usually spent alone. This was one of those alone days.

I love to be nude and, many days, like this one, I worked all day completely naked. It wasn’t, necessarily, an erotic thing for me but, that day, it was. I was all horned up and concentration on work was difficult.

It’s just too big to hide…

My girlfriend and I were at crowded sandy beach, really crowded. We had a blanket spread out and a cooler with water, soft drinks and snacks.

My girlfriend and I had been seeing each other for about 3 months, had about 20 dates, prior to today. I liked her. She was fun to be with and she loved sex, especially she loved giving head.

As soon as we got situated and settled into our spot, she started staring at my crotch and I knew she wanted to suck my dick, again. She always wanted my dick in her mouth and I always loved the warmth of her mouth on it. I like her, in part, because of her constant horniness. It matched mine. She didn’t say anything about sex but kept looking at my crotch all the same. I couldn’t help it. The more she looked at my crotch, the harder I got. The harder I got, the more she looked. Shortly, I was rock hard and, because of my size, it was like trying to hide a flagpole in my swim shorts. I had to adjust it so the head of my cock wouldn’t poke out from under the waistband of my shorts. A precum spot was forming, becoming apparent, at my cockhead’s new adjusted location.