Ken was so worked up it didn't take long before he was on the edge of the orgasm he wasn't sure he should be having. But he was past the point of caring. With a guttural moan, he suddenly spurt a frothy geyser of cum from his cock. Through his pumping fist, jets of spunk flew from his rod and spattered the front of the T shirt he was still wearing. His churning balls produced more cum than any time in recent memory and left him sitting on the couch with cum soaking his shirt and hand.

Once he gathered his wits again, Ken pulled his boxer briefs back up...