When is it too much cum?

[Hidden Element]

dont think anyone is going to say there is a limit, mainly because there isnt

 

[sosotun9091]

I used to feel insecure because I've always been a heavy cummer, and I once dated a girl who didn't enjoy just how much there would be after my orgasm, but when I started seeing guys... Everything changed! Now I love that I literally explode during orgasms because it always turns my partners on!

Damn! I wish you could cum on me. I like when a guy cums a bucket load after fucking me and the few spurts just spread everywhere in my room and bed.

 

[FrankDon]

Damn! I wish you could cum on me. I like when a guy cums a bucket load after fucking me and the few spurts just spread everywhere in my room and bed.

It's a blessing and a curse... Sometimes the clean-up can get a little extensive, lol.

 

[sosotun9091]

It's a blessing and a curse... Sometimes the clean-up can get a little extensive, lol.

Why should men even bother to do a major cleanup? Why can’t we sometimes forget about stupid hygiene and enjoy the idea of cum everywhere? I mean you don’t necessarily need to wipe every single fucking drop of semen. Some of them can be there being dried up as an evidence of wild man fuck.

 

[IBendOver]

I love being drowned in Cum. I just loving it

 

[hjsimp_992]

he was just over, I had him cum on my cock. pulled my shorts up and its all just wet down there now. Gonna be great to beat off later!

 

[GayLad87]

The only time there's ever been too much cum was when I was fucked by a random pick up in a public toilet. He came up me and it just leaked all down my leg

 

[FrankDon]

Renting out a condo in Daytona for the weekend... The renter said that there will be a large cleaning fee added to the cost of the room if there is any visible evidence of a mess when I leave here. I should probably wash all the bedding before I go then, cause I've been cumming up a storm here the last few days! Oops...

 

[cocksucker4use]

A coupla 20-somethin fuck buds cum to mind....both hung gushers beyond all expectation....both bottoms. Ho hum. Clean up on aisle 7.

 

[knockmeupbaby25]

I used to feel insecure because I've always been a heavy cummer, and I once dated a girl who didn't enjoy just how much there would be after my orgasm, but when I started seeing guys... Everything changed! Now I love that I literally explode during orgasms because it always turns my partners on!

I would love to be a naughty slut for you...

 

[sweet_taboo]

Damn! I wish you could cum on me. I like when a guy cums a bucket load after fucking me and the few spurts just spread everywhere in my room and bed.

Oh no, that's precisely why I don't let him take his dick out of me. I like to use my ass to milk it until he's completely spent...no matter how long it takes.

 

[hjsimp_992]

Why should men even bother to do a major cleanup? Why can’t we sometimes forget about stupid hygiene and enjoy the idea of cum everywhere? I mean you don’t necessarily need to wipe every single fucking drop of semen. Some of them can be there being dried up as an evidence of wild man fuck.��

Im with you. Ill take it on my cock, balls, ass, let it dry, or in my underware. Even on my face sometimes i rub it in till its gone, but I can feel the stiffness of dry cum. I bet under a blacklight I would look like a rape scene!

 

[rareboy]

Never enough.

 

[SockyFeet30]

I would say too much cum is when you fuck before going out and your BF has to stop and use the restroom because his ass is leaking your cum.

Oh God, reading that just took me back to my high school years and the first guy I ever did anything with. He could cum more than anyone I've ever been with in all the years since, really thick, potent man sperm that had such a strong flavor. I thought it was just because he was older then, but now I know some guys are just naturally gifted in cumload size and consistency. It was honestly a little off-putting to me back then, here I was doing everything for the first time and getting drowned/drenched everytime, but thinking back lately I'd give just about anything to get to enjoy a load from him again now that my love of cum has blossomed with age and experience.

Anyhow back to your comment, I remember the first time he topped me, and how as he got close my mind turned to thoughts of what it'd be like to have so much cum inside of me. I briefly considered asking him to pull out when he came, but since he seemed so pleased when I had came inside him previously, it didn't seem gentlemanly. So when the inevitable occurred I felt every surge of his cock pumping that massive load into me while he was balls deep. It was a sexy feeling and after he went soft and pulled out I was surprised that so little leaked out of me. Probably a half hour later we were both hungry and decided to walk to a diner about a mile away, and he asked if I wanted to use the bathroom before we left but I felt perfectly fine and told him as much.

We were about halfway there when I began to regret not taking him up on using the bathroom, for my butt cheeks began to glide against each other as I walked, his cum liberally coating them. I tried to clench up back there but it was no use, and I later learned that all cum naturally liquefies not long after it's shot, apparently even his ultra-thick variety. When we reached the diner I was convinced that the seat of my khakis had to be wet already and didn't say a word to him as I power-walked straight to the men's room while he queued up at the hostess' booth. I spent probably 15 minutes in the handicapped stall letting it all drain out of me, thanking fate for the fact that no one else was in there with me and wondering if losing one's virginity was all it was cracked up to be.

Best of all, my trousers were bone dry still and my boxers only slightly damp on the seam, so I took them off and stuffed them into the garbage on my way out and freeballed for the first time in my life as I walked to the table he was seated at. He asked if everything was alright and I said I was fine, even though my stomach was a bit queasy at that point, most likely just from the anxiety of facing all these new experiences while trying to look like I had everything well under control. The rest of the meal was unremarkable, though I do remember passing on having my usual vanilla milkshake, thinking to myself that I'd dealt with more than enough thick, white liquids for one day.

We were together for just under three years and I never did tell him to pull out, so I guess I'm in the camp of there being no such thing as too much cum. How do you not take something like that as a huge compliment after all, even though it has much more to do with genetics than what you bring to the situation? I still think making a guy cum is one of the most rewarding things you can do, and the cleanup afterwards does little if anything to diminish that.

 

[knockmeupbaby25]

Oh God, reading that just took me back to my high school years and the first guy I ever did anything with. He could cum more than anyone I've ever been with in all the years since, really thick, potent man sperm that had such a strong flavor. I thought it was just because he was older then, but now I know some guys are just naturally gifted in cumload size and consistency. It was honestly a little off-putting to me back then, here I was doing everything for the first time and getting drowned/drenched everytime, but thinking back lately I'd give just about anything to get to enjoy a load from him again now that my love of cum has blossomed with age and experience.

Anyhow back to your comment, I remember the first time he topped me, and how as he got close my mind turned to thoughts of what it'd be like to have so much cum inside of me. I briefly considered asking him to pull out when he came, but since he seemed so pleased when I had came inside him previously, it didn't seem gentlemanly. So when the inevitable occurred I felt every surge of his cock pumping that massive load into me while he was balls deep. It was a sexy feeling and after he went soft and pulled out I was surprised that so little leaked out of me. Probably a half hour later we were both hungry and decided to walk to a diner about a mile away, and he asked if I wanted to use the bathroom before we left but I felt perfectly fine and told him as much.

We were about halfway there when I began to regret not taking him up on using the bathroom, for my butt cheeks began to glide against each other as I walked, his cum liberally coating them. I tried to clench up back there but it was no use, and I later learned that all cum naturally liquefies not long after it's shot, apparently even his ultra-thick variety. When we reached the diner I was convinced that the seat of my khakis had to be wet already and didn't say a word to him as I power-walked straight to the men's room while he queued up at the hostess' booth. I spent probably 15 minutes in the handicapped stall letting it all drain out of me, thanking fate for the fact that no one else was in there with me and wondering if losing one's virginity was all it was cracked up to be.

Best of all, my trousers were bone dry still and my boxers only slightly damp on the seam, so I took them off and stuffed them into the garbage on my way out and freeballed for the first time in my life as I walked to the table he was seated at. He asked if everything was alright and I said I was fine, even though my stomach was a bit queasy at that point, most likely just from the anxiety of facing all these new experiences while trying to look like I had everything well under control. The rest of the meal was unremarkable, though I do remember passing on having my usual vanilla milkshake, thinking to myself that I'd dealt with more than enough thick, white liquids for one day.

We were together for just under three years and I never did tell him to pull out, so I guess I'm in the camp of there being no such thing as too much cum. How do you not take something like that as a huge compliment after all, even though it has much more to do with genetics than what you bring to the situation? I still think making a guy cum is one of the most rewarding things you can do, and the cleanup afterwards does little if anything to diminish that.

My senior year in high school was very similar only I had 4 of Jake's buddies who all along over a year during the time that I dated Jake a super cute big dick very verbal jock who enjoyed me being a good naughty slut for him.

 

[Zeno Lorea]

I'm disappointed when a guy shoots a small load. Some cum up your ass and you can hardly tell. I want dozens of men to shoot their loads into me one after the other.

 

[Zeno Lorea]

The only time there's ever been too much cum was when I was fucked by a random pick up in a public toilet. He came up me and it just leaked all down my leg

A few days ago I paid a few towel boys at a local spa for personalized service after their working hours. They were both big shooters and first, one shot it in my ass while the other did it in my mouth simultaneously, a few minutes later the same thing happened the other way around. After that the fuck sessions got longer and it was always one on one as the other had to rest inbetween, but I lost count of the loads. Teens.

 

[knockmeupbaby25]

A few days ago I paid a few towel boys at a local spa for personalized service after their working hours. They were both big shooters and first, one shot it in my ass while the other did it in my mouth simultaneously, a few minutes later the same thing happened the other way around. After that the fuck sessions got longer and it was always one on one as the other had to rest inbetween, but I lost count of the loads. Teens.

Damn hot

 

[MikeyFan]

There's no such thing as too much cum, the more the better. There's never enough for me.

 

[JimBriefsNPits]

Why should men even bother to do a major cleanup? Why can’t we sometimes forget about stupid hygiene and enjoy the idea of cum everywhere? I mean you don’t necessarily need to wipe every single fucking drop of semen. Some of them can be there being dried up as an evidence of wild man fuck.��

I agree. I enjoyed falling asleep in the wet spot more than I can count. It was a reminder of the fun and the stain was too.