I'm Gonna Come

I had seen Evan out at an outdoor festival recently. The day I saw him, it was like lightning struck.

There are three elements that can make me instantly horny, nearly able to come on the spot. The first is a handsome face, a long-haired guy - Evan had fairly long hair, nearly to his shoulders. The second is the suddenness, the newness, of sighting a guy showing off his bellybutton - in Evan's case, it was a very large (size of a quarter, probably more) outie that was a little bit oval and smooth on the surface, very fleshy and warm looking.

The third is seeing such a guy in a public situation. There's just something about seeing a hot guy with his bellybutton showing in a public situation that screams "naughty" or "bad boy" to me. It's like the guy is looking for attention, to be defiant, to be contrary. All of that makes me want such a guy all the more.

And so, now, we were on my bed in my apartment. I had successfully flirted with him and got him to my place; he had stayed the night. It was early in the morning. We had slept spooned up against each other. He being a Taurus, he absolutely loved being held and cradled. I loved his ample, chest-filling form, feeling my pectoral area pressing against his warm back. He wasn't overly muscular, but he had some tone. And being a Taurus - those guys are known for their voices - he had a really hot, deep, sexy voice. It was a voice I wanted to hear the sound of as he came.

He lay on the bed, stomach side up, still sporting the red crop-top he wore to bed. I was stroking his stomach lovingly and lustfully, hearing his gentle moans of pleasure as my fingers circled the perimeter of his larger-than-quarter-sized outie bellybutton.

"How's that feel?" I asked in a whisper.

"Fantastic," he whispered back, almost in a sigh.

I lovingly squeezed his outie between my fingers in a semi-firm pinch, which elicited a yelp of arousal from him.

"I love that your bellybutton is so sensitive," I said, quietly.

"So do I," he said with halting breaths, enjoying my finger play.

After a few more moments of twiddling his outie bellybutton with my fingers, I slowly leaned over and started insistently kissing it, enjoying its warmth and softness and firmness at the same time. Evan moaned again, clearly approving of my moves. So I sprinkled his movesp with a gentle flurry of pecks on top of it, and around it in a circle.

"Nnnnnnggggh..." Evan went.

"Ohhhh, what a lovely bellybutton," I whispered, "so soft, but yet kind of firm, a pleasantly firm nub..."

And then I gave his outie a gentle clockwise twist.

Evan yelped again, slightly louder.

"Too much?" I asked.

"No, no...that's just...that's just so, so hot..." Evan gasped out.

I fished Evan's hard penis from his undershorts. The light dew of precum had begun forming on the tip of his crown.

I leaned over again and this time, feeling the body heat from Evan's stomach, slowly and sensually took his outie bellybutton into my mouth. I drew the skin of it between my lips in a gentle sucking motion, firming my upper and lower lips around it, and stimulating it with my tongue insistently.

Evan moaned some more. "That's so hot...that's so hot..."

I relentlessly sucked on Evan's outie some more, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation of my saliva coating his navel. I loved how firm this nub of flesh was, and how it didn't take much manipulating it to get him sexually crazy.

After a few moments of sucking on his large, round outie, I backed off, sat up, and with my left hand continued playing with his outie, making circles around it, pinching it, doing a variety of teasing motions that suggested a playful kind of torture. With my right hand, I began masturbating his thick, long, 8-inch penis with a massive mushroom head crown on top.

Evan moaned more. "Oh, God, that feels so good," he whispered.

I loved the feel of his thick heavy flesh in my hands. It was so smooth and slippery to the touch with its soft skin, I didn't need any lube. He was cut, which I liked, also. I twirled my fingers around the tip of his crown, grazing the frenulum underside of it several times.

Evan's penis was pointed right at my face, only inches away. I loved it. I couldn't wait to see him blow.

Evan's breathing had increased now. It was deepening. I could just sense he was going to explode soon. I kept my rhythm up of working on his outie and loving it (I was very hard myself at this point) and working his shaft with my other hand.

"I'm gonna come," Evan said in a husky voice.

I sped up my stroking of his penis and his bellybutton both, while watching his piss slit.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna come," Evan said, slightly louder. "Ohhh, ohhhhh..."

And then he came. Hard.

The first blast hit me square in the face. I jerked back just a bit and blinked in time, otherwise his semen would have coated my right eye. I felt the warmth of his semen on my cheeks and under my nose, but I also felt the force of it - he came HARD. My jerking my head back wasn't just evasive, it was because he had

so much

cum.

I stroked his penis a couple more times...more semen jetted out. A big glob hit the side of my head, near my sideburns and ear. Another glob hit the underside of my chin - more warmth, more syrupy fluid.

A fourth blast caught my left eye this. "Oh!" I said in surprise, taking my hand off his bellybutton to rub the semen out of it - wasn't fast enough that time. I felt a mass of his semen starting to run down to my lower neck and upper chest area.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Evan whispered insistently.

"No, no, no," I said back, "This is so fucking hot, your cum feels so good. I love how...how hard you come."

"Well...I love the way you play with my bellybutton. No one's ever played with my bellybutton the way you have, and it just...it just unhitched something inside me."

Evan's breathing began to slow down. I looked over at the mirror nearby, in the dim morning light. I could see strands of Evan's semen dangling off my hair, chin and near my right eye. I gently shook my head side to side. The semen was so thick it shook, but defiantly refused to break and fall off to the floor. So I just sat there and enjoyed this erotic sight of all this gray-white goo all over my head.

"Your cum is very thick and strong," I said in a low voice. "That is so hot."

"Thanks," he replied. "I'm just a very horny guy. I love sex. I really, really love sex. And I love my bellybutton, too. I wish more guys would play with it - would suck it, God that was so hot - the way you did..."

We sat in silence for a few brief moments. Evan caught a glimpse of my head with his semen on it. "My cum is dangling off your head," he quietly said, with a touch of reverence.

"And it's on my neck and upper chest, too," I added. "And you got a decent amount on the sheets, too...thank goodness."

"I have something I need to give you," Evan said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Come here," he whispered.

And with my cum-stained face, chin and hair, I bent over Evan's face, and he planted a sweet, gentle, very messy kiss on my lips and face, kissing me right through the semen he'd just blasted in my face. We locked lips for a couple of minutes, feeling his cum lubricating our skin. And then we broke, and I took him in my breast, holding him and cuddling him in a spoon until the two of us drifted off to sleep again.