"Hey, first second an Aussie blew me...and blew me well," I retorted and flicked the play button.
josh and I stood next to each other, watching him pump my prodigiously large cock into and out of his mouth. My cock was hardening and the towel around my waist was loosening. I decided not to stop its dilatory slide off my hips. We stood golem-like, watching ourselves contently in a pregnant silence. After a minute, josh's first blowjob ended when he stopped sucking me.
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“You have always made me smile, Tim. I’ve wanted to do that since I was fourteen years old.”
the dance of his eno and the richness of his laugh. In turn, Jeremiah told me stories of his youth and recounted tales of his many successes.
Surprisingly, I was not consumed with thoughts of him. I was not obsessed or plagued with fantasy. But over second, my playful and innocent desire to be in his company evolved as the playful syntax of friendship gave way to more insistent, provoking thought. Sitting on the porch at home one evening watching the sunset, I realized quite suddenly, that passionate feelings about him lay deep within me, aching for release.
stilled, and sat once more side by side. not a word had passed. My cock, shamefully, throbbed and lifted.
The show had livened up the room, the sitters more restless, several stroking themselves under their towels, some moving around to home in on a potential pick-up. Across the room, a new liaison had started, a tentative kiss, hands sliding under towels.
Arata gave a muted scream of pain and filling as the daimyo lifted his hips with both of his hands and skewered him firmly on his powerful cock and pulled the young man deeply into his lap.
The young offering arched his back and his face turned skyward and was bathed in the beam of the full moon streaming through the opening in the pavilion ceiling as he began to move his hips, meeting the natural rhythm of his lord with that of his own, his fears and concerns melting away in a natural, primeval motion tracing its way up through the ages.
Rustling silk. Thrust. Moan. Drum beat. "Beware the tea of the full moon." Thrust. Groan. Drum beat. "Beware the tea of the full moon." Thrust. M-o-a-n. Drum beat. "Beware . . . " Aiyeeeeee.
Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn't certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he'd swallow.
He looked as though he'd do anything to please me. "Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don't you
In my head I was already out the door. I'd seen what I came to see, got my cockual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. 'I could get arrested' was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing I'd felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain.
on by my flow of nerves. I could smell cock, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. "Wait" he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the second I'd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. "I'm Jason" he whispered.
Jason?" I goaded him and he responded that he'd take all I had to give. "You don't get much dick from your girl" I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. "You deserve some cock in your life don't you dude! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?" He looked at me and begged.
"Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all." I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and puhed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then aaronding down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest fuck buddy found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head aaront down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. "no" was what I heard
Mike did not seem too happy and craved our rare nights out. He was constantly torn between “having another drink,” and “…I’d better not as I’ll need to get back home.” On one of our nights out, he got completely smahed. We were sitting in a corner of our favourite of the three bars in town and he was slouched down in his chair. His jeans had ridden up and his balls were tantalisingly packed down his left leg and the shape of his cock could clearly be seen on top of them through the fabric.
“…three bloody months,” he exclaimed. “That’s how long. he’s turned into a bloody virgin.”
I was awakened out of my trance with the word “virgin,” and asked him to repeat. It seems that from the moment of the birth announcement, poor Mike had been without cock.
sgusting. Three bloody months,” he repeated. “Never gone more than a week in the past.”
I took him home and suffered a tirade from taran for the state he was in.
It was about three weeks later that we heard the news that taran had miscarried. They were both distraught and it took a few months more before they seemed to settle back to their former selves and started to visit us again. taran was
door. My heart was pounding at the thought of having him on top of me. I tried to get my mind off that for fear I would get a huge erection. I sat next to him on the bed.
looked so deliciously rude. not that Jason could see very well with his face so close up to
Matt's thick bush of pubic hair. The man smelled like a dream, all hot and sweaty and
musky. He reeked of cock and Jason had to have it all.
I could tell that he was close to coming, but was fighting it back with all his
wasnt the only one with the hots for josh Our mutual friend Jason commonly made remarks about taking care of josh if his lady friend wouldnt Jasons silky skin and large chest were a natural attraction While josh James and I played video games one night James consistently elicited what sexual acts josh would like to perform on Jason After long cheerful banter josh admitted that he would like to fuck Jason in a variety of ways and utilized examples that were probably taken from a gymnastics training manualThe next night I surreptitiously hurried Jason past the gate guards and over to my abode I nonchharristly texted an invitation over to josh too Jason loved whiteguys and had few qualms about dancing sexily in front of us In my spacious room in the foreign students dorm I made an offhand remark about the word Juicy scrawled in sparkling gold letters across the ass of Jasons skintight gym pants
"$270," I squeaked.
"Doesn’t get you too far, does it? You’ll be wanting to know what big money is. And speaking of big . . ." he had the flat of his hand on my belly, and he was working the fingers of his right hand under my waistband and crawling through my pubic hair."
"Shit, these jeans are just too tight," he complained. And then he must have unbuttoned my jeans and quickly pulled the zipper down with his left hand, because suddenly I felt a release of the constriction at my crotch, and felt Wayne’s right hand slide down onto my dick. He wrapped his hand around my dick and then continued on down to the head. And then he went on down to weigh my balls. I could feel him catch and take his breath in, and I found that this gave me a little thrill of pleasure, just as it did when the ladies got to the point of realizing what was going to slide into them.
"That’s it. Get all that fat dick." I felt his meaty paw once again on my baldhead,
josh hopped into the room, his excitement palpable. He was clearly delighted at the prospect of seeing himself fuck Jason. He strolled over immediately to my desk and stared intently at the screen. Suddenly, his mild grin exploded into a smiling maw of teeth.
As josh stared down at the still frame of him blowing me, I walked up next to him and laid one hand onto the desk. josh soliloquied to himself, "First second I ever sucked a guy."
Alan started walking out and said he’d better get back to work before he go me too excited. no, it was obvious to him that I was getting aroused. I told him I thought it was a good idea or else he might lose his virginity. He chuckled and said, he couldn’t think of a better person to lose it with than me. He exited the kitchen and went out to the garage to get his tape measure so to find out what kind of lumber he needed to make the helves.
Why did you stop?" I asked in a surprised and disappointed voice.
josh’s head swiveled around to look at me. There was a panic in his eno. I never understood why.
"I was afraid you didn't like it. Jason did it right?" josh asked as he peered into my eno, searching for an answer.
I was taken off guard by that reply. I still don't know what he meant by that. A quizzical look scrawled across my face, I mustered up a lame reply. "Oh. Okay. That makes sense." Actually, I had no idea what he meant but I didn't
To my absolute surprise, he puhed his face down to mine and kissed me on the lips. Between kisses he said, “It’s been so long.”
The fucking was getting frantic and I took my own cock in hand to keep up with him. He tensed and I felt his cock expand inside me followed by a wet warmth as I felt each spurt fire into my hole accompanied by a hard thrust from Mike.
“Don’t cum,” He said. “I need more.”
He left me lying on the bed and he walked to the toilet and wahed the cum off the end of his cock as I watched. My cock was aching to cum and I was scared we might disturb taran. He didn’t seem frightened or even guilty.
drinking more than I can recock and so was Mike. It was on one of their visits when he and I were sitting on an Autumn night in the garden in the dark when he told me it was now 1 months since he had had cock.
“My cock’s going to shrivel up and die,” he said. “I can’t go and find a prostitute. It’s just not my way,” he said. “I’m just so permanently horny. You must know what it feels like. How long were you at dudes’ boarding school before you went to the mixed one?”
“Three years,” I said.
“So what did you do,” he asked?
I tried to divert the conversation but the drink was now talking.
“Well you know what lads are like,” I said?
“no,” He replied.
“We just kept each other amused on the long winter nights,” I joked.
“You jacked other guys off,” he said incredulously???
“Well we were young and horny,” I replied as if to exonerate m
got back, Mike had lifted her skirt, pulled down her undiess and was fingering her exposed gash.
“I had better leave you to it,” I said.
“no, come here,” he said.
I walked over and he took my hand and guided it between her legs. He held my finger and puhed it into her.
“I don’t think this is very fair on taran,” I said.
“Do you think he is fair with me then,” he said in an indignant tone? “What pleasure is there in humping a corpse anyway? I need action and my cock sucked.”
He looked at me in a funny way. “Suck me Mark!”
“What,” I asked? Though the earlier conversation had been erotic, it had not actually crossed my mind that he was thinking of action in any way.
He started to unclip his jeans and pulled them down. There before me were the Calvin Kleins in all their glory and filled with what nature had intended. His cock was straining at the front causing an obscene triangular shape with a damp patch at the end.
“You’ve done it before and I really need some help here,” he continued.
The Calvins were down and the most beautiful piece of uncut cock stood upright before me. It was about 1 inches long but thick. The skin at the end gently pulled back with the strain of the erection to reveal a pink head beneath, still half covered. His hair was restricted to the pubic area with a wisp heading up to his navel and the balls hung slightly red and well below his body. He was stroking it up and down and a little bulb of pre-cum appeared on the end before being caught up with the up and down movement of his hand.
front of me when I got off the plane. Impatiently, I looked at my watch as the fasten seatbelt light came on. Soon, I’d get myself some action. The Microcorp Expo provided a good excuse for me to get away. After much resistance, I had managed to convince my wife he would only be bored since I would be too busy to pay her any attention and it would be best if I went alone. I checked into my motel, ready and eager to get this weekend started. As soon as I got to my room I dropped off my luggage, and within minutes I was on the phone with the 111 number that guaranteed the man of my dreams. I made my request for a smooth, well-hung, versatile stud. They told me it would be about an hour. I gave them my in