I reached down under the covers and felt how hard he was and how much precum had soaked his undies overnight. Definitely not as much as I've seen them get soaked, but notably wet. We've only spent the night together a few times but I love that I know this about him now, the ways that his sexy body works. More than anything I love that our relationship has grown so that he's comfortable with me knowing, that he's willing to share this much of himself with me.

He was still asleep but I knew he wouldn't mind being woken up so I started rubbing him through his undies. Watching him wake up was a joy, his pretty blue eyes fluttering open, his sexy deep voice saying good morning, how happy he was to be with me, knowing how much he loves that I'm responsible for taking care of him, for making him feel good, for caring for his body, making sure he cums often enough to stay comfortable.

His first load of the day is a serious responsibility. Its size cannot be underestimated and his big balls need relief after all that buildup overnight. As we laid there touching I pondered how I wanted to make him cum. His loads are so big that, unless we're just having a fun romp, they take planning, especially his morning load. When we're together they are my responsibility, deciding when and how he cums, allowing him the freedom from the constant preoccupation of his life, of having to cum so much.

We had a great night last night and I was feeling really connected with him this morning, so as we laid there, touching each other, I told him that he should fuck me and cum all over me. That's a lot of cleanup first thing in the morning but I had a lovely idea for taking care of that too. We got rid of his wet undies and he rolled over onto me.

Our relationship is so special. It's a little romantic, definitely sexual, but it's unlike anything else I've ever had in my life. Saying it feels almost like a sibling relationship sounds deeply kinky, but that's almost what it is.

I love when I get to have his first morning load because he needs to cum so badly and it makes him feel so good. Just watching that handsome man while fucked me was enough, his blue eyes, his floppy blond hair...waking up to this would be easy to get used to.

And that's saying nothing of how good we are together, how we've learned how we like to fuck, how easy and hot it is. He had my legs folded back, driving that cock into me, hitting just the right spot to make my pussy make it's pretty splashy wet sounds, and before long he was ready to cum.

I urged him to cum on me, as needy for his cum as he was for relief. As he pulled out I held my legs back, his needy, folded-up, little cumwhore. And he came. It's glorious. The sexy man fucking came. You don't know what it's like, you just don't know. He cums so much. He cums so much. He cums so much. That sexy deep groan of relief for his heavy balls, how hard he cums, his hot cum splashing all over my body, on my face, covering me, just covering me. You don't know, you just don't know.

Part of me wanted to keep going, to wipe up some of his cum and fuck it into me until my cunt gushed all over the sheets. But I don't always have to push things as far as they can possibly go. I asked him if he would like to shower with me so I could get cleaned up. We had never showered together before, but I wanted that intimacy and it was lovely and special to be with him that way.

And now it's about time for him to cum again. I think I'll suck him off and make him cum all over my face. It makes me feel so pretty.