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Relieving Jake's Cock

My husband and I have been married seventeen years. We have two sons, who are practically grown up, and a very active sex life.

Jake needs to cum multiple times a day. He jacks off regularly, and I often do it for him. When we are out somewhere and he tells me he has to go, I know it means he really has to. He tents his pants regularly, and sometimes relieves himself in them because he cannot get to a restroom quickly enough. He does not like to jack himself in restrooms when other men are around, so prefers one-holers. We frequent restaurants that have restrooms like this. The handicapped restrooms have been wonderful as they offer privacy for taking care of his business.

Recently we were at our son's football game. We were high up in the stands and there were very few people there as it was chilly and there were three other activities going on in town that night. Jake and I try to always co-ordinate so at least one of us is at each of the boy's events.

Jake leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'Sorry. I've got to go blow a load. I'll be back.' He started to get up to go to the restroom and sat right back down. 'What's the matter?' I asked. I looked down and noticed that his jeans were wet where the end of his cock was pushed down his leg. Even after all these years he is still embarrassed when he loses control. 'Did you let it out?' I asked. He shook his head. 'No, just wetted. But I can't walk to the toilet like this. Everyone will know I can't control my cock. I'm supposed to be a grown man, not a teenager that can't hold his jizz.'

I reached over and patted his back and said, 'You know I love this. There's no need to be embarrassed.' 'Yeah, but you're not the one that's going to have to sit through a football game with your balls marinating in cold cum,' he said softly and smiled. He sucked in a big breath and said, 'I really can't wait much longer. I'm just going to point it up and let it go in my pants. I'll just have to cover up when we leave.'

He reached down to reposition his cock and said, 'I hate going in my pants. I relieved myself right before I left the office. I thought I could hold off until after the game.' I said, 'hold on, honey. I have an idea.' I got out the blanket we had brought and threw it over both of us. 'Now, you can take it out and let it go on the blanket. You don't have to wet yourself,' I said. He bit his lip and said, 'No, Brian wants to take the blanket to the after game party. I can't use it. But do you have any tissues? I could go in them with the blanket to cover up.'

Ordinarily, I carry a stash in my purse for just such occasions. Jake and I have relieved his cock without anyone knowing it in much more crowded situations than we were in at the moment. But, I had left my purse in the car, bringing a backpack instead. I checked and found a tissue in it and handed it to Jake. 'That won't hold it,' he said. 'Honest to goodness, my balls feel like they're holding a gallon of cum. It will be better to jizz inside my pants than all the way down my leg.'

He looked at me and smiled and said, 'Honey, you're always so good to me. I'm sorry I can't control it better.' 'You know I love it,' I smiled back and kissed him lightly. He grabbed his cock hard and said, 'Oh, don't kiss me now. You're making me have to squeeze my pee hole to keep it in.' He breathed hard for a minute or so and I wasn't sure if he had started cumming or not. But I had a new idea.

'Are you still holding your cum in?' I asked. 'Yes. Barely,' he said, breathing heavily. 'Hold it just another minute, baby. I've got something we can use,' I said. Relief crossed his face. I wasn't sure if he'd just let it go or if he wanted my idea but proceeded with the idea. I unscrewed the top of our flask and poured hot coffee into the cup that was the lid. Then I poured most of it out onto the ground below. I left some in the bottom of the flask.

I turned to the side, with one hand behind Jake and holding that side of the blanket so it couldn't slip and so it looked to anyone who was glancing at us that I was just hugging Jake. With my free hand I put the flask under the blanket and held it upright between his legs, which were spread wide. He unzipped and his dick popped out through his boxers as soon as it was freed. He groaned a little bit just at the feeling of having it out.

'Careful, honey, don't make any noise,' I said. There was no one nearby, and we'd had our entire conversation very quietly, but I didn't want to risk anyone turning round. 'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice muffled as it was in my hair, up against my ear. 'I've just been holding this one back so long. Sorry. Everything hurts.' 'I know. Are you OK? Can you be quiet?' 'Yes, yes, I can,' he said. 'I've really got to go. I'm leaking. It hurts.'

'OK, just point it into the flask and let it out.' 'It won't fit inside,' he said, as he pointed his cock toward the flask I was holding. 'I know, baby, just put your pee hole right inside and blow your load. I'll catch it in the flask.' He held the end of his dick near the flask with his left hand and stroked himself once with his right hand. He groaned the tiniest bit and said, 'Would you stroke it and let me hold the flask?' 'Of course, baby. Of course. I love to rub your cock.'

He held the flask with one hand and the end of his cock so it was pointed right into it with the other. I grabbed his shaft, which was slick from all his precum, and gave it one strong stroke. I felt his cum rushing down his rod. He was right, he had a lot of cum. It squirted at least eight or nine times and the first three squirts seemed to go on forever. His cock was throbbing so hard with each gush. I could hear it splashing into the coffee in the bottom of the flask. It sounded more like the finish of a strong piss than a normal cum. He had been holding it back so long it had a lot of force behind it.

I held him tightly with the arm I had around his back and milked his peter with my other hand, to get the last of his cum out. He groaned into my hair a little and let loose with another string of cum even as his cock was starting to get soft. 'I'm sorry, baby,' he said. 'I just had so much backed up.' 'I know, baby. Let it all out. It's ok. Take all the time you need,' I said.

I milked his peter for another four or five minutes with him letting more go into the flask every now and then. When it had been a while since any more had cum out I asked, 'Are you finished?' 'Yes,' he said. 'My sac is empty. My peter feels so much better. My balls were hurting bad like they were going to bust. Thank you, baby, for helping me get it all out.' 'You know I love it,' I said and kissed him. I reached down to take the flask that was filled with cum-laden coffee. I set it to the side and reached back under the blanket. His cock was soft and hanging out of the zipper. I took the tissue I'd offered earlier and wiped the cum off the head of his cock.

'I want to make you feel good, too.' he said. 'The offer is a continually standing one. You know that.' 'I think at the moment I better get my private parts put away,' he said. He scooped his cock up and tucked it back inside his boxers. He zipped and then reached over to wrap his arms around me. I reached for the cup of coffee I'd poured into the lid of the flask before we used it, and offered it to him. He drank some and offered it to me.

'No thanks,' I said. 'I'd rather have this,' and picked up the flask he had relieved himself into and drank from it, tasting his cum mixed in with the sugared coffee. I was looking forward to more fun when we got home. But in the meantime this would have to do. I was sitting in my own wetness now.


Posted on: 2005-06-17 00:00:00 | Author: