But Anna had been called into work that evening leaving Pedro alone in the flat, kicking his heels and wondering what he should do. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t enjoy time away from physical activity and he was becoming restless. He knew he should be relaxing, that’s what holidays were about, but doing nothing didn’t sit well with him. He’d wandered about the place, checking through the books on the shelves, all in French, thumbed through the DVDs, found nothing he wanted to watch, and had been searching around the cable channels trying to find something on TV to take his mind off his inactivity. His restlessness was not helped by the weather. It was July, the city was heating up in a heat-wave and the flat had no air conditioning. Dusk had settled in outside and, through the tall French windows he could see the orange glow of the city lighting the night sky beyond the block of flats opposite. There wasn’t even a view to admire. Anna’s flat was hemmed in by another block directly opposite and separated by a small courtyard.

He wandered out onto the balcony and the closeness of the air struck him. He could smell the city fumes, warmed and intensified by the heat of the dying day. The sounds of car horns and police sirens echoed around the courtyard below and drifted past him into the ether. It was as dull out there as it was inside. Nothing to do but wait for Anna to come home so they could sit up late and chat again. He contemplated going out but couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. He’d showered and put on a pair of light shorts with nothing underneath and had thrown on one of his playing tops. He stood on the balcony barefoot and leaned on the chest high railing, simply staring across at the windows opposite. Most of them were shuttered or curtained, only one light was on. About two floors below he could see a guy sitting at a computer. At least he could see the torso, the head was hidden from view by the top of the patio doors and the angle from which Pedro looked down. Just some nerd surfing his evening away. Dull.

This wasn’t doing him any good, he found himself getting wound up. He wanted to do something but nothing appealed. He padded back inside and wandered into Anna’s room to stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to himself.

‘What’s this all about?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong with you today?’

His reflection didn’t answer. It just stared back at him with its green eyes. The head of dark hair shook itself at him. ‘You know what you need?’ it asked. ‘What?’ he replied, flatly.

In the mirror he saw the eyes drift down and focus on the front of his shorts and felt the soft material hang baggy around his thick thighs. He swung his hips from side to side and watched the outline of his cock as it settled back into place. He did it again and it grew a little bigger. Then he looked back at his reflection and it was smiling at him. A wry, lopsided grin showed off the famous gap where his tooth was missing. That smile told him they had reached an agreement.

‘Right, but who’s gunna do that for me right now?’ he growled back. ‘You do it,’ his reflection said. ‘Not the same,’ he answered. ‘Anna?’ ‘Huh, doubt it.’

Giving up on that idea he stomped back to the balcony to get some more, smog choked air and lent against the railing as before. A bead of sweat ran into his eye and he rubbed it away. Once he could see clearly again he looked down at the surfing nerd. He couldn’t make out what he was looking at down there on his PC but he was now leaning forward, studying screen closely.

‘Probably checking out my score record from the European Championships,’ Pedro thought to himself smugly and gave a short laugh. But then an action caught his eye. The guy below had shoved a hand into the front of his track suit bottoms and Pedro thought he saw him grab and pull. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘the dirty git’s looking at porn.’

He inched along the balcony to his right a few paces and checked around. No one else was outside or in the courtyard as far as he could tell. The light from the living room behind him was casting his shadow onto the building opposite and there were no other shadows, so no one else was above or below him. Maybe that’s why the nerd had his curtains open, no fear of being seen. Or so he thought. Pedro squinted at the screen, it was about twenty feet below and he could just make out flesh coloured tones on the monitor. He couldn’t see what sex they were or what the pictures were of but they were definitely naked. He could see small patches of dark hair between legs but that was about it. Yup, the nerd was surfing for porn and playing with himself.

Pedro crouched a little, holding onto the railing for balance and peering through the ironwork. The nerd had removed his hand and Pedro could see a lump in the track suit. The nerd clicked onto a new page, the picture on the screen went white and then started to fill from top to bottom with one, enlarged picture. Two people; one underneath, one riding on top. Still, though, it was impossible to see what sex they were.

‘Well, this is more interesting than the TV,’ Pedro muttered to himself and trained his eyes on the PC. The picture changed again but still he couldn’t quite make out what it was of. The nerd’s hand went back into his trousers and pulled away more slowly than before. Pedro felt his own cock stirring again. The breeze was creeping up from below and he could feel the air enter the legs of his shorts and investigate around his balls while his cock brushed gently against the silkiness of the material. That felt good. It also felt good watching someone else getting off on porn. No harm in that. Just a guy doing what Pedro wanted to be doing. He could look at porn and pull himself off, it would be something to do. But Anna didn’t have a PC at the flat and so he’d have to watch from there.

Then and idea struck him and he slipped back inside. For some reason his heart had started to beat faster and he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew what he was going to do, maybe because what he was going to do was like cheating, whatever the reason it felt exciting and good. He found his camera from his suitcase and came back outside to crouch in the same position. A quick check. No one around, only him and the nerd with the hard on. He put the camera to his eye, squinted and zoomed in.

The nerd’s hand was still working away in his trousers alright, slowly up and down, but now it had been joined by the other hand and this one was attending to the guy’s balls by the looks of things. Pedro settled himself against the railings, squatting down so that his arse was pulled wide. His knees were spread and he was almost sitting on the balcony floor. He was comfortable like this. He trained hard; he was strong and flexible and could maintain this pose for ages.

The nerd removed his hands and started to push down his track suit. ‘Not sure I want to see this,’ Pedro said to himself but kept the camera trained in the same place. A bush of blonde pubic hair came into view and then disappeared as the guy lifted himself up. He sat again almost straight away, the trousers free from under him. Pedro’s nervousness increased when he saw the guy’s cock lying semi erect against his thigh. Not as big as Pedro’s but just as thick, it seemed to shine in the artificial light of the flat. The head was circumcised and pink. The nerd freed his balls from between his legs and the cock came to rest centrally on them. They were nearly hairless, round like flesh-coloured golf balls. And then the guy started to play with them again, cupping them underneath and squeezing them with his left hand while his right one drew circles with a finger around the inside of his thigh, stroking his own legs but not touching his cock. The guy reached forward, presumably to click the mouse again, and then sat back. The cock started to rise up, it didn’t get longer just firmer and he still didn’t touch it. He dug his fingers into his pubes and massaged them, scrunching the skin up and pulling it taught so that his cock rose perpendicular, then letting it all go so it flopped down onto the smooth balls that he was still working on. He did this a few times and then let everything go. He lent back, stretched out his legs and just left his cock standing there, 45 degrees from the blonde bush at its base.

‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.

The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet.

But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.

‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air.

But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.

He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.

Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below.

Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager.

Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.

‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.

He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him.   He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside.

And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. To lie with the blonde under him, their fingers twisting together, their breathing the same, as Pedro pulled his dying cock from the guy and turned him beneath so that they could kiss again.

About the Author

by footballer

He was pissed and squeezed my balls. The other one said “that’s it, bitch. He jammed his cock into my mouth and the other one picked up my leg and he slid his dick into my ass hole. it hurted at first and I screamed by then itfelt so sensational. After they took turns fucking with me. They turned me around. The one with the bomber jacket took my varsity jacket off and with the leather sleeve, he spanked me. The other one took off his belt and whipped me. Then they took my dick into my jacket’s sleeve and jerk off until I cummed all over my jacket then they put the jacket on top of me as I lay on the floor and left with their dicks hanging out as they zipped up their jackets.

About the Author

kinky

About the Author

Just your average guy living in a small town where I feel restricted and unable to be who I am

Dante is just as flawless as eddie but he had green eyes and had an 8 inch cut cock. dante was in a phase where he noticed and observed men and had thirlling, sexual thoughts about them. and just liek eddie, he didnt know what was right or wrong.

Both were good friends and spent time together and talked about almost everything. sometimes theyd watch porn together and jack off. would it go any farther than just that?

——————-

Swim practice was over and i walked over to the locker rooms. the girls went to the opposite side into the womans locker room. I caught a glimpse of dante coming out of the pool. His tight swim trunks showed a bulge while he was toweling himself off. I was glad he joined the swim team with dante. I walked towards my locker and dante came to his which was right next to mine. I heard the other guys start the showers.

i took off my clothes & looked at dante, “well, better go wash of the smell of chlorine”.

Dante took off his clothes too, “Haha, dude did you get bigger?”

“ha, i dont know man, maybe?” i walked over to the showers where everyone else was washing off. everyone had nice bodies and even nicer dicks. thoughts ran through y mind… i wish i could have a piece of dante…

the other guys finished showering but me and dante were still there. i heard the last guy leave the lockers. i glanced at dante and he looked at me with a huge question mark on his face, ” haha, what are you looking at?” i quickly stepped up to him and kissed him on the mouth. he grabbed onto me and held my ass as i held his arms. our mouths battled each other with our tongues and his soft lips caressed mine.

“i.. i cant do this” he said.
“im sorry” i said, releasing his arms
“no, its fine… uhm. lets go change.”
we walked over to the lockers and got dressed.

———————-

(a week later)
i saw dante after school and he came up to me, “hey! i got a new porn vid. you wanna go beat it at my place?” he smiled. “sure” i said. we headed towards his car and we drove off to his apartment.

we entered his room and popped in the dvd. we sat down on his big bed and he pressed play on the start menu.
BAREBACK MOUNTAIN read the title.

“what the fuck is this? gay porn?!” i said.
“its pretty good. just watch it okay babe?” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling odwn his boxer briefs. i did the same and said “did you just cal me babe?”. he grinned.

the video was surprisingly good. our dicks were hard and throbbing, ready to fuck. i reached over and held his dick in my hand. he layed back a bit and i started to stroke it. his cock was gorgeous and i wanted it deep inside me the way the guy in the movie was being pounded. dante tilted his head back and moaned quietly.

“i want you in me dante” i said. he grabbed me and lifted me onto his lap, “i want you to ride me”. i put my legs over him as he layed on his back. his huge dick was slowly being inserted into me. my hole was being stretched and i yelled in painful pleasure. i sat on his dick and i bent down ot kiss him. he sucked on my neck and i moved slowly up and down his dick. my cock was rubbing on his stomach while his arms held tightly onto my ass. i kissed my neck again and i moaned loudly.

i sat up and started to pump hs dick iwth my hole. his balls smacked against my ass and grew louder everytime i thrusted upon him. this lasted for about an hour.

i stopped and moved his hands towards my cock. he jacked me off while i touched my nipples and rubbed my abs. i started to thrust again while he stroked my dick.

we both moaned and yelled and held each other tight as i exploded all over him and he filled my asshole with his sperm, which leaked out onto his balls.

he grabbed me and turned me over onto my back. he lifted up my legs and he shoved his cum lubricated cock into my hole again. this time it hurt and i my teeth grinded before i yelled out FUCK ME. he fucked me so good i didnt want him ever to leave me.

as he finished his second load he layed on me with his cock still in me. he kissed my chest and i stroked the hair on his head. he nibbled on my ears and i wrapped my legs around him. he pulled his dick out and shoved it in once again and i clawed into his back. he did it over and over and each time i moaned louder and louder. his heavy breathing was in my ear and he kissed my all over my neck.

i exploded once more and the cum glued us together. he scooped some up and smeared it on my neck. his dick came otu of me and he layed next to me. he stroked my wet dick as i turned over to him and stuck my tongue down his throaght. we layed on our sides kissing and rubbing each other.

“hahaah. oh my god!” dante said.
“whats the matter?” i said.
“i didnt know you were gay!” he laughed.
“haahaha. if i knew YOU were gay, this wouldve happened alot sooner!” i grinned.

we kissed again.
and said i love you to each other.

About the Author

dicks are yummy

I’ve always looked older than I really am, and so I was hit on a lot from sixteen onward. I have to admit, I liked (and still like) the attention.

I have many stories that I will share with you about my sexcapades (what else would you call them?) if you would like—this, being the first of many—but before that, allow me to tell you a bit about myself.

My name is Chase Alexander Kain. I am twenty years old. I have sandy blond hair and dark blue eyes. I am 5’11” and I am of a slender build. I have a light complexion due to my German heritage, but everyone says it suits me. A light dust of freckles crosses from cheek to cheek, over the bridge of my nose. I suppose you would say my dress is a bit prep, as I like to wear button up shirts and turtleneck sweaters from Old Navy and Abercrombie, but a majority of my clothes really don’t fit a style type. If it works together, I’ll wear it. My cock is 5.5 inches, uncut. My pubes are shaved. My ass is round and hairless, as is my crack. I am a complete bottom, and have only topped once. I hated it. Writhing beneath or riding another is where I belong. I’ve been told I am cute and very fuckable, but I’ve always been a bit of a nerd. One thing if for certain. I love sex and I live for it. With that, I will now tell you the story of my very first sexual experience.

It was the end of the school year my sophomore year. I had just turned 16 in November and was finally accustomed to the school. I loved my classes, and most of my teachers, but like any high school student, one teacher stood out among the rest.

Mr. York. Thomas York. Final period English teacher and my own personal Adonis. 5’11” to my 5’8”. Thirty years old. Tanned, brunet, and gorgeous. His dark brown eyes sparked with fun and familiarity. His body was lightly muscled as one could see through the oxford shirts that he loved to wear. His ass was firm—I had just known it would be. He’d bent over quite a few times to pick up some papers or a book that had fallen to the floor and I’d gotten quite a good look at it. I also knew that he was just bound to have as gorgeous a package as he had a bod. The best thing, however, was that my gaydar went in full effect whenever I got near him. I also had a feeling that the older man knew that I looked and enjoyed it. At least, I had hope, in any case. Still yet a virgin at 16, I wanted Mr. York bad. I wanted to feel what my best friend—promiscuous Alan Reid—talked about.

One day in March, I walked into last period moody and quiet. Some asshole in the class before had decided that poking me and calling me a fag would cure his boredom, and the fact that the class was my least favorite—Algebra—and the teacher was my sworn enemy—Mrs. Bean—I had already been in a sour mood. I had never wanted to punch someone as much as I’d wanted to hit Tyler Kirk that hour (I did take revenge by slapping his hand hard with a ruler, but it hadn’t been very sweet). Mr. York must have sensed my bad mood, as he came to my front row desk, leaned against it and turned his head to look at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment the class know-it-all rose her hand and began to wave it frantically. God, she was so annoying. I gave Mr. York an apologetic look and he returned with an easy grin.

“Stay after class, Chase,” he mouthed. “We’ll talk.” Then he walked over to the human windmill and proceeded to help her out until the bell rang. The class went by in a haze as I took to fantasizing about Mr. York and myself or Mr. York and several of the other males in the class. It was safe to say that by the time class had ended—and I had remarkably finished this classes homework for all the hot daydreaming—I was very aroused, and my cock—5.3 inches back then—was straining against my tight black jeans. I was very pleased that I had a reason to stay behind as the bell rang and the other students raced to pack up their backpacks and ditch the class. Little Miss Know-it-All seemed on the verge of raising her hand to ask another ten minute question about a topic that we would not cover for months that would require a twenty minute explanation at the very least but—

“Whitney, I need to talk to Chase for while. Your question can wait until tomorrow. If you’d like, I will be here early in the morning, so feel free to come for help before first period. Have a good day.”

Whitney glared at me before stuffing her books haughtily into her book bag, slinging it onto one shoulder as she stood, and then rushing from the room and shutting the door a little roughly behind her. I watched as Mr. York walked over to the door and flipped the lock shut. After, he leaned against it, focusing his dark eyes upon me with an easy smile.

“I always lock the door after last period. Anyone who might wish to speak to me thinks I am gone, and so I can finish up my daily work in peace.”

He made his way back to his desk, leaning upon it as he crossed his arms.

“Now, Chase, tell me what happened that put you in such a mood.”

I sighed and shrugged. His bringing up that incident was doing nothing for my erection. I just wanted to get home so that I could drop my backpack in the entryway, rush to my bedroom and lock my door, crawl into bed and proceed to touch myself while fantasizing about those big hands doing the touching instead. “It’s nothing, Mr. York.” I kept my gaze from his and picked at the warped corner on my desk.

Without warning, a large hand moved into my vision and I was forced to look up as Mr. York gripped my chin. His dark eyes were steady as they looked into my own and I found I could not look away. What was more, my arousal was returning fast. I swallowed hard. He asked again.

“It was… just some guy in fifth hour, Mr. York. Nothing big.” I shrugged again. It was quickly becoming my signature move. His mouth became a thin line and his grip strengthened just a bit.

“He called you derogatory names, didn’t he?”

I blinked and then decided to play stupid. You didn’t tattle tale on another guy in high school unless you had a death wish. Especially where Tyler Kirk was concerned.

“Tyler. Tyler Kirk. No, don’t shake your head, I know. He called you a faggot, didn’t he?”

I just stared. The older man groaned and released me. “I really don’t get boys today. If someone is abusing you, you do not let him or her walk all over you. Still, it’s obvious you aren’t going to talk, so I can’t help you I’m afraid. Just know, Chase, I am here if you need to talk. No matter what. Just ask. Understood?”

I nodded and watched as he walked back to his desk. He looked up a minute later, a confused expression on his face.

“Chase? What are you still doing here?”

I bit my lip hard. I couldn’t move. If I did Mr. York would see and it would be the end of me. Just by that simple touch, I was tight in my jeans.

His brows quirked as he watched me and slowly a knowing smile flitted onto his face. I blushed profusely and looked down. I was taken by surprise more than I’d ever been when the older man fell to his knees beside me, grinning.

“No need to be embarrassed, Chase,” he said, and placed a hand on my knee. I looked at him, our eyes meeting and locking. His dark eyes now sparked with fun and something that looked suspiciously like lust. I had to be dreaming. “This isn’t the first time a younger male has had the hots for me, I assure you.”

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Minutes passed of Mr. York and I just staring at one another. At long last, I found my voice, but the thing I least expected to ever say to Mr. York escaped my mouth in a needy and wanton whisper.

“Touch me, Mr. York.”

And he did last thing I ever expected the older man to do. He complied.

I gasped as his fingers brushed over the lump at the front of my jeans. I outright moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against it and squeezed lightly. Then he quickly unzipped my jeans and with my help, pulled both the jeans and my black silk boxers down to bunch around my ankles. A large hand closed around me and he slowly began to pump, his free hand making small work of the buttons on my shirt before evil fingers pinched and pulled at my taut buds. Before long I had slid down slightly in my seat and my legs had spread as wide as they could go. My eyes were lidded and my hips bucked into my teacher’s grasp.

“Ah, fuck,” I moaned, my voice now reduced to a guttural rasp. His pace was much faster now and my moans were becoming louder. I found Mr. York’s mouth against mine just as my cock spasmed and I came violently, my seed shot over the desk and into Mr. York’s hand. He continued to stroke me as we kissed.

Too soon, he released me and pulled away from me. He said nothing as he strode to the classroom sink and washed his hands. I suddenly felt very exposed and didn’t know what to say and so I just sat there.

“You should go, Chase,” he said at long last, clearing his throat. “Please, don’t tell anyone about this… and I… I’m sorry.”

I opened my mouth but he raised a hand and interrupted me.

“No… don’t speak, just go.”

I quickly pulled up my pants and underwear, slinging my bag over my shoulder and ran from the room. I made my way to my car and got in. My mind replayed the entire scene over and over. By the time I’d made it home I was rock hard once more. I quickly rushed into the house, discarding my backpack and fleeing to my room. Locking the door, I undressed and crawled into bed. Slowly, I touched myself as I recalled the feel of my teacher’s hands upon me, effectively forgetting the part where he’d kicked me out of the classroom. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting into my fist, gasping and moaning. For the second time in an hour I came, only this time I called out his name.

To be continued.

About the Author

Author’s Notes: Hey there. Chase here. I have been a fan of Ozuz for years now. I recently have gotten into writing my own experiences down and have decided to send it in for others to read and possibly get something from—that of course, being a rise. I do hope you enjoy the many experiences I will share with you. I do need to warn you, that this particular story does contain sexual relations between an older man and a teenage boy. If this offends you or is not legal where you live, please do not read or proceed at your own risk. And I love to talk to people, so if you’d like to chat or just comment on this experience, feel free to email me at chase.kain [AT] yahoo.com. Without further ado, I give you…

On the arranged day I picked Bob up at the train station and we did some shopping before heading back to my place. We spent the rest of the afternoon preparing the evening BBQ and catching up on news.

At around 7pm we did the BBQ thing and opened a couple of beautiful red wines. It was terrific, good food, good wine and a good friend for company.
We cleaned up after dinner and retired to the family room. I put some music on and we relaxed whilst finishing our second bottle of wine. Our conversation chopped and changed (as it does after 2 bottles of wine) and later in the evening the subject turned to our sex lives. I’d suspected for a while, but now had it confirmed that Bob’s sex life at home, like mine, was virtually nonexistent. I was amazed we were even discussing this because it’s not the sort of thing we’d talked about before except for the occasional joke. I put it down to the relaxing effect of the music and wine.

I wondered how he managed without sex. I handled it (pardon the pun) by regular masturbation. I have masturbated all through my life but now jacking-off was a regular, almost daily occurrence. I loved it. It must have been that my inhibitions were dulled by the alcohol because I told him openly that “If it wasn’t for masturbation I’d go crazy”. I had no idea how he would respond to this because he’s a conservative type and we’d never discussed anything like this before. Bob smiled and I asked “do you masturbate?” He nodded in agreement. I was amazed; the fact that the discussion had gone this far began to get me aroused and I began to feel my penis hardening. Light heartedly, I placed my hand on my now almost erect penis and gave it a bit of a rub through my shorts saying “talking about this is making me very horny Bob”.

Now here was the moment of truth. The fact that our friendship could have disintegrated by persuing this now was overridden by my growing excitement. I turned to him and asked “would you mind if I masturbated now?” He replied “Here… now?” I replied “Why not?” He said “I guess If you want to”.

I got up and grabbed a box of tissues from the kitchen bench, before returning to the sofa and pulling my shorts and undies down. My cock was as hard as it’s ever been and pre-cum was already starting to bead at the eye. I slowly started to rub my cock up and down. The sexual tension was so great at this point I knew I wasn’t going to last long so I began squeezing the pre-cum from the eye of my cock and massaging it over the head. Then it began, waves of orgasmic pleasure engulfed me and with the first contraction I ejaculated a huge wad of semen onto my upper chest. My head was spinning as the second, third, fourth and fifth spurts of semen landed on my tummy. It was one of the most intense orgasm’s I’d experienced in ages because at 62 years of age my orgasms are usually more ooze than squirt.

After wiping up I looked over at Bob and I could see he was both amazed and extremely aroused. His erection was clearly visible under his shorts so I reached over and placed my hand on his cock and squeezed it through his shorts. Bob put his head back and closed his eyes while I slid his shorts and undies down. I took hold of his penis and began gently rubbing it. His cock was longer than mine by at least an inch but not as thick. I’d guess it was about 6” long and god it was hard. I started to rub the pre-cum over the head of his cock as he sat there with his eyes closed. I circled the base of the head of his cock with my fingers until I saw his stomach muscles tensing indicating he was about to cum. With a huge moan his body stiffened and his hard cock began pulsing in my hand. Almost immediately his semen started spurting everywhere. It was beautiful to watch as stream after stream of cum leapt from the hole in the end of his dick. This truly was a magic moment for me because I find the male ejaculation to be one of the most beautiful sights on earth. I have spent hours on the web jacking off to videos of men and women masturbating. Also the knowledge that I hadn’t had this kind of encounter since my late teens added to the thrill.

I asked “How was that?” and he replied “Good” but I sensed he was embarrassed about what had happened. We began to discuss the experience and after a few minutes of uneasiness we agreed that if both partners enjoyed it, it was OK.
After more chit chat and music I suggested we call it a day and hit the sack. I really didn’t want it all to end there so as soon as he got into the shower, I slipped my clothes off and stepped in with him. At first he was surprised but once we began washing and fondling each other he relaxed and we caressed each other’s cock to erection once more. We could have easily masturbated again there and then but I suggested we dry off and hop into bed.

Bob was at first hesitant about sleeping in my bed that night but I jokingly suggested it would save all the extra work of making up the bed in the spare room. Once into bed we resumed stroking each other’s cocks until we were erect once more. While Bob kept caressing my cock and balls I worked my way down and placed my lips over the head of his cock. After a minute or so of tickling his cock head with my tongue I slowly I took the length of his penis into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and I began to gently move up and down his penis with my teeth just lightly touching it. After a few minutes I returned to the head of his cock and worked away with my tongue at his frenulum which is the Y shaped web of skin that connects the foreskin to the underside of the head of the penis. Pretty soon Bob began the short breaths and pelvic contractions indicating his orgasm was imminent. Then he moaned very loudly and I felt his penis pulse as he began shooting stream after stream of semen into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The excitement of having a man’s penis in my mouth was just too much for me and I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm was on me in seconds and I began ejaculating as waves of pure pleasure engulfed me. After cleaning up once more we drifted off to sleep.

Very early the next morning, whilst still half asleep, I felt Bob move over and reach for my cock. This was unbelievable… I rolled onto my back to give him better access and he went down on me sucking my cock to erection. He must have sucked me for half an hour and I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to cum so I suggested we try something different. He agreed so I got some Aloe Vera from the en-suite and covered the head of my cock with it. I asked him to roll over and I placed my penis at his ass and slowly began pushing it in. My cock went in fairly easily being small and I began to slowly pump his ass. My wife and I had had anal sex on occasions when we were first married and even though she didn’t enjoy it, I remember it being much tighter than any vagina. It seemed like a matter of seconds when the total sensuality of the moment overcame me and once more I went into an unbelievably powerful orgasm ejaculating what seemed pints of semen into him. I rolled over and let Bob return the favour and whilst it was uncomfortable at first, I soon began to enjoy the thrusting deep inside me and the contractions and pulsing of his cock as he enjoyed a huge orgasm.

Needless to say the next 3 days were spent enjoying each other in a variety of ways and whilst it hasn’t affected our friendship, I’m sad to say that when leaving to return home, Bob said that he didn’t want to repeat the episode. I was very disappointed to say the least.
We’ll see!

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Hi, I can assure you that this is a true story. I’m 62 years old and have been married for 40 years. I haven’t had any sexual contact with a male since my late teens. I wouldn’t have said I was bi, but after this I’m not so sure.

I will show you”. I looked through the hole and I felt him touch my cock. It was still hard somehow. He stroked me softly and I felt something wet touch my cock. I looked down just as his mouth closed on the my throbbing head. He started moving his lips up and down my cock and it felt so good. I looked through the hole again and Aunt Jennie was out of the tub bending over looking in the cabinet under the sink. I was in heaven looking at her big pretty butt and getting sucked by uncle Mike too. Then she stood up and I saw her putting something in her pussy. It was a douche. I came just as she slid it all the way into her pussy and Uncle Mike swalowed it all. I stayed hard and he kept going on me until I came again. I stopped looking at Aunt Jennie and closed my eyes as Uncle Mike sucked me like a vaccum cleaner riding up and down my cock. It took me about five minutes to cum again and then I started to get soft.

“Our secret right?” Uncle Mike said smiling. “OK sure” I said. He said we would play some more later. Then we went out and got a coke in the kitchen. My Mom came through and asked us if we were taking a bath or shower soon because she was taking a bath next and we would have top wait a while for more hot water. She left and Uncle Mike told me to come on. We went back into the closet after locking my bedroom door behind us. Uncle Mike told me to play with him while he peeked at my Mom. I was a little curious and had to play along with the “game” or he might still tell on me. He polled out his cock and it was long, like 9 inches. It was kind of slim like mine but 3 inches longer. I started to stroke and fondle it for him and he got slowly harder and harder. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth as he watched my Mom get undresseed and bathe. He came pretty quickly it was a lot. He came and came and I couldn’t swallow it all. His cum was very hot, sticky and salty. Finally he stdopped shooting. The he stood me up and kneeled in front of me. He took my limp coc out and sucked into his mouth and sucked me till I was rock hard. He stopped, looked up and told me to watch my Mom. I had never seen her naked before and I felt dirty but Uncle Mike was sucking me so good I could not help myself. Mom started to get out of the water and I saw her huge tits with such big nipples.

I could see her bushy pussy. She dried off some and then turned her back to me, Mmmmm she had a big butt too and I was getting ready to cum. Uncle Mike felt it and slowed down making me wait. Mom dried completely off then sat on the toilet. She spread her legs and then spread her pussy lips open. She put a finger into her pussy! She pushed it all the way in and I exploded into Uncle Mikes mouth. Then she pulled it out and smelled it and then tasted it quickly. Then she slipped her robe on quickly and left the bathroom. I was still hard so Uncle Mike kept sucking me a little while. Then he stopped and told me to hold his head in my hands and move my cock in and out of his mouth any way I wanted too. I started pulling in and out of his mouth in a rhythm. God it felt good! I came in about three minutes and started getting limp again. The rest is for another story when he got my Aunt Jennie drunk and let me fuck her after she passed out!

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This was my first sexual encounter when I came without masturbating alone.

Nobody was home and all of Bryon’s family were big time drinkers and normally stayed at the bar
till well past 1:00am, so I had plenty of time to find a good porn on cable and jack-off.

I jumped into the recliner with the remote in one hand and my jergens lotion in the other. I
went straight to a known channel that had a series of blow-job cum shots. I loved watching a
nice fat cock bellow a creamy load into some young starlets mouth. I for some reason would
imagine the young whore was me.

I never been any guys other then some jack and blow sessions with Bryon. Most of the time I
would end up watching him jack off to a porn and when he grew tired, he would look over at me
and ask if I wanted to suck his cock. He knew I loved doing it and I wouldn’t ever turn down
a chance to drain his balls dry.

I used my free hand to pull down my shorts and my other hand to pump a few cold squirts of
lotion into my right hand. Wrapping my right hand around my already hard cock and the other
to cradle my nuts, I began to pump up and down in rhythm with the chick face fucking the huge
cock on TV.

Time past as the show went from one cock sucker to the next, I was pretty close to cumming
when I heard a car door slam. Oh shit, someones here I thought! I quickly pulled up my
shorts and turned the TV off. I heard a cough, it was Bryon’s uncle “Wayne”, a 50ish old drunk
that spent every weekend trying to get laid.

Wayne wasn’t a ladies man by any stretch, in fact I never seen him in the company of any
women. I didn’t ever think he was gay or anything, he would yell at us for staying up so late
then he would fall asleep watching porn.

Door opened suddenly, I closed my eyes and pretended I had been fast asleep. I could hear
burps and farts coming from him, he sounded pretty trashed as his foot steps faded down the
hallway.

He stumbled past me, making his way to the big couch behind where I was faking being asleep.
I heard him taking off his cloths and collapsing one the couch. It seemed like eternity before
he fell fast asleep, snoring away.

I got out of the couch slowly, I wasn’t sure if he was totally out and didn’t want to take any
chances of him waking and going into a drunk rage.

He was fast asleep on his side, but something was different. I got on my hands and knees and
made my way through the dark room. I got about 3 feet from him when I noticed he was totally
nude. He reaked of beer and sweat.

I felt funny but I took my time and wiggled in for a closer inspection. His body was pretty
hair, from his neck to his ankles was covered. He was a hard working man that had been
weathered by years of working in the hot sun.

Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I looked at his lazy, fat, flaccid cock. I don’t know
why but I had a huge urge to inspect it closer, so I did, leaning inches from it. I could
smell a musty oder as I got closer, it made my own dick start to grow.

Sitting there in my short just inches from an older mans cock was making me really hot, I
rubbed on myself as I gazed at the chubby limp cock. I started having crazy thoughts, thats
when my horniness over came me and with my left index finger I reached out and touched his
shaft.

His fat cock reacted to my touch with a little jolt as my finger made contact. I pulled back,
and waited for my heart to slow down its pace. I reached out again, keeping a close eye on
his face, I made contact with the lower part of his shaft this time.

I got my nerve up to use a couple more fingers and eventually working my entire hand over his
cock and balls. Looking up at him he was still completely passed out, so I got more courage
and gripped his full shaft into my soft eager hand.

It felt so nice to have his meat in my hand I began to slowly pump up and down, rolling the
foreskin over his big cock head.

I became more, and more hornier as I jacked him off and rubbed myself, his cock was some what
half erect now. My fingers no longer touched my hand, his cock was growing out of my grip.

Suddenly I leaned over and took his fat mushroom head into my warm mouth, I used my tongue
like a snake around the lower part of his head as I sucked lightly with each short pump.

My jaw started to ache moments after taking his cock into my mouth. His cock had grown much
bigger and thicker with each slow pump over his head. My horniness and nerve also grew as I
went deeper, taking a few inches more into my mouth.

His precum was filling my mouth with a bitter sweetness, it drove me nuts!

I stopped sucking his cock, I looked around and thought, I need more then this. I figured he
wouldn’t wake with me doing this, so I took it one step further and layed beside his warm
fuzzy body.

I took one last look at him to make sure he was out and turned my body so I was now facing the
opposite direction of him. His fat hard cock was against my ass cheek, so I took it into my
hand and guided it to my crack.

His shaft filled my crack in length and then some, still slimy from my spit, I slide my
little ass up and down on it. Closer and closer, his head was inching to my small little
hole.

I could feel his cock head now pushing at my hole, so I kept arching my back until I felt it
go in a little. My heart raced, it felt so full but good at the same time. I scooted back
more and suddenly my ass relaxed and in slid his cock, at least 3 inches.

It felt so big in me as I pumped back and fourth deeper and deeper on it.

I was out of my mind forcing his large hard member into me to notice he was now the one
pumping into my relaxed hole.

Oh shit, I thought! I woke him!

I pulled forward to get him out of my ass but thats when he put his arm around my little waste
and fucked into me deeply. It was awesome, but mildly painful as each pump was hard and deep.

I thought, hey, he’s liking it…maybe he wont kill me.

Want more? let me know if you want the rest, not sure how people will react to my writing.

ty all and take care.

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Youngshadow writes…the end

About the Author

I am 18. I’m in college to be a pharmacist. I have a seriously great life and a great partner to share it with. I wish that the world would learn that love is love no matter what gender.

Then as film of young women being pounded fiercely by men with over-sized cocks flickered on the screen, I realized that something was entering the cabin through the large hole. The head of a circumcised penis was slowly making its way into my view. When I was younger my mom used to have me, my brother and cousins shower together after we played all day outside. We used to touch and fondle each others’ undeveloped penises and even masturbated a little. But I had never thought about having sex with another man as I was an adult. It kind of shocked me to see this handsome penis hanging so close to my face and because of thepartition I was not ashamed to take a good close look at it. I enjoyed looking at it and was afraid that if I did nothing that the owner of this penis might take it as a rejection and pull back out. So after thinking about it for only a moment I touched the velvety head with my hand. The man on the other side of the wall took this as an invitation and proceeded to force the rest of his fairly large cock through the hole. I really wasn’t sure what to do. Not that I didn’t know what to do with an erection but I just wasn’t sure how far I wanted to go. One thing was for sure, I liked looking at this beautiful, inflating penis. So I began to stroke his cock. I was timid at first, but as his girth became more and more rigid in my hand I stroked more purposefully. His penis was so different from mine and I liked it. The head was large and round with a pale pink color. And he was also about two inches longer than me (my penis being five and a half inches long).

As I stroked him I became more brave and brought my face closer to his pointing staff. My nose was nearly touching his glans now and I smelled the intoxication mixture of shower soap and masculine sex sweat. I couldn’t help myself anymore and I pursed my lips together and kissed the head. As I pulled back I realized that a large drop of pre-come stuck to my lips and when the lengthening string broke, it landed on my chin. As I wiped my chin clean he pulled his penis away and with his finger motioned for me to put my dick in its place.

By now I was very turned on and didn’t want to stop so I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear and fed my hardened cock through the hole. Any hesitation that I exhibited this man did not show. He immediately engulfed my penis with his warm mouth and began to suck and bob. I have always taken a really long time to come and after he fellated me for about five minutes he gave up and I pulled my penis back from the hole. I wondered if I would see his attractive member again and I didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

His penis, still erect, found its way back into my booth and I went for it immediately. This time though,heartened by the stranger’s actions, I grasped his dick and opened my mouth wide. It was a wonderful feeling, even better than being sucked myself and I went at it like I was an old pro. I loved the sensation of his dick in my mouth but I also liked looking at it so after about every ten bobs I would release him and gaze at his dick. I was surprised at the different sensations that his penis had; so hard and stout, yet the skin was so smooth and soft. I sucked and licked and bobbed up and down until I felt his warm, salty seamen erupt in thick spurts into my mouth.

After that I knew that I wanted more. I made a habit of going to the three porn shops in town after that and even began to practice deep-throating a 10 inch dildo (I could get about 9 inches in my mouth and down my throat) so that I could give the men I sucked the best blow job of their life. All the while I still had sex with girls if I was lucky enough to meet them. I prefer sex with women but cannot go a long time without wanting to suck a cock.

On one occasion I began to peep into a booth and found two men stroking each other as the porn played. I got their attention and motioned them over to the hole in the wall. I was horny and ready to make love to a beautiful cock but I was not prepared for what I was about to get. The penis was only semi erect and the shaft was really large but the head of the dick was so immense that it barely fit through the hole. The head of this man’s cock was the size of a tennis ball! I was in awe as I stretched my mouth till the corners burned. I had by now become a master cocksucker and had not encountered a penis that I could not completely cover to the balls but this man’s giant was just too large to get into my throat. The head of his penis was so big that I could feel the glans rubbing all my back molars. He had to settle for me sucking only the first 5 inches. I loved this man’s cock and I had to see the whole thing up close without the interference of the partition, so I let him go and knocked on his (and his companion’s) cubicle door.

I had never been so bold as to enter another person’s booth. I was always afraid to be spotted by management or something. But in seconds I was in this small booth with two well hung men. The second man also had a really large member (about eight inches) but was no where close to the size of the first man. I dropped my pants and underwear and started to stroke my dick. I didn’t want to waste any time and I dropped to my knees directly in front of the owner of the largest cock that I had seen.

By now I had seen and blown dozens of cocks and I had seen all shapes and sizes. Before now the biggest was more long than big. At about ten inches I was still able to devour that penis to the balls because of the slenderness of his shaft. But here was the most impressive member that I had ever met. The girth was as large as a woman’s wrist and so heavy that even while he was erect, it sagged low from the weight. And the marvelous head! It was a dark pink color with a bit of a shovel shape at the end. The ridge of his glans was so pronounced that it seemed that it stood out a half an inch from the shaft. His dick was heavily veined and his large pendulous balls were covered in wiry black hair.

I grasped his giant staff and hoisted it up, pointing it towards his belly button. Then I nuzzled my nose under his weighty sack, and as the warmth of his scrotum rested on my face, I licked. I licked his hairy balls, I licked his taint and I licked the underside of his big shaft. I opened wide and gently sucked his hairy balls into my mouth as my hand slowly began to stroke him. Now was the moment of truth, I wanted to know if this goliath was really too much for me to handle.

I pointed his head at my mouth and yawned my mouth the best I could. It really was like trying to put a tennis ball in your mouth. The head slipped past my lips and stopped as it met my back teeth. It was too big to get in my throat. I sucked the head and licked it all over but I couldn’t deep throat him. I wondered what this man’s penis would do to a vagina.

The second man had been patient through this whole experience and now it was time to give him his turn. Although his penis was no-where near the size of the first man, his was impressive too. I used this chance to redeem myself. I opened my mouth and began bobbing on his dick. I slobbered and sucked, licked an kissed. Then I relaxed my throat muscles and forced his eight inch cock deep. I felt his glans meet my esophagus and push past. He gasped as my nose made it to his lower belly and his balls rested on my chin.

They both seemed impressed with my talent and allowed me to alternate between sucking one as I jerked the other. Then as I was deep-throating the second man, the first, with the giant cock, worked his way behind me. His stubby fingers were groping around my back hole. I love attention to my anus and like to be penetrated. I was eager to find out if he would try to fuck me and if I could handle this monster cock. His penis was still dripping wet from my sucking and he worked the wetness around my sphincter with his pointy head. I felt him roughly grasp my cheeks apart, and he spit on my asshole for good measure. Then his penis was again pressing firmly and I felt I might rip apart. After the initial pain the head popped in and my ring closed around his shaft. I had never felt so full. There was so much pleasure that I though that I might faint. My dick was hard and drooling and he began to stroke my cock as he pounded into my clutching rear. He was so deep that sometimes it hurt but when his heavy balls smacked into mine it evoked nothing but pleasure. In the meantime the second man clutched my head with both hands and began to pound his manhood down my willing throat. My throat made wet gurgling noises as he rammed at a furious pace. Then he suddenly stopped and his body jerked as his dick, firmly embedded in my neck, spit pulses of sperm down my throat. After he collected himself he moved down to suck my rock hard dick as his partner pounded my ass. This was too much for me and I spurted the largest load that I had ever deposited into his mouth as he gulped it down greedily.

The man fucking me had great stamina and was drilling me for so long that the second man’s cock (and mine) had started to become aroused again. Then they spoke for the first time. Mr. Eight Inch stroked his own growing penis and said to the other, “Come on Honey I want to fuck him too”. The voice behind me answered, “Your favorite, then?” “Yeah, lets try it”, Mr, Eight Inch replied. The man behind me abruptly stopped and pulled away from me. It felt awesome when his head popped from my ass and my cock responded by becoming rock hard again. “He wants to fuck you now”, he plainly said. I just submissively nodded my head and started to turn my back to Mr, Eight Inch who was sitting on a chair. “No”, he said. “I want you to face me”.

So I removed my pants and underwear that were still around my ankles. Both of my hosts, were completely naked, so I decide to take off all my clothes too, to avoid any stains from our fucking. I knew that my new lover might be dry by now, so I gave him a few wet bobs of my mouth. I straddled Mr. Eight Inch and his chair. I slowly sat down on his north pointing prick. I took him easily after the thorough fucking that “Honey” had given me. I began to rock on him inching him deeper and deeper. He sucked my nipples and it felt amazing.

I looked back and “Honey” was Between Mr. Eight Inch’s legs, licking his balls as his dick slid in me. I could then feel his tongue flicking from Mr.Eight Inch’s cock to around my sphincter. Man it felt good! Then a moment later. Honey stood up and leaned against me. Mr. Eight Inch, taking his cue, grasped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I could feel Honey probing my already full anus with his gigantic member! I began to protest. “I don’t know if I can do that!” I yelped. They must have sensed my submissive nature and just held me tightly. “Yes, you can”, came the voice from behind me. “And you will like it.”
I knew that if I really wanted to escape that I could, but I didn’t want to stop, and I liked my partners’ dominance.

Once again I felt those massive glans rubbing my stretched anal ring. I could feel the pointedness of his penis pushing down against Mr. Eight Inch’s penis and up against my sphincter. His massive dick kept slipping away each time he tried to push it home, flopping up against my butt. I began to think that he wouldn’t be able to get it in. Then I felt one of his thick fingers slide in beside Mr. Eight Inch’s dick. It hurt a little but I could feel that he now had a little room to work with. He placed his fat cock next to his finger and drove it in a little. He removed his finger now and steadied his manhood. With one hand positioning his rod and the other grasping my waist, he forced his mammoth penis past my anal ring. It hurt. But now that the head was in, he easily began to pump into me.

I was in shock. It hurt, but it was also awesomely pleasurable! Two cocks in my ass at once! And one was the largest that I had seen. Honey, grasping my waist with both hands was now driving deep into me. And Mr. Eight Inch sucked my nipples and pumped up as much as he could although it was difficult from the position that he was in. It was too much for me and my cock, without even being stimulated, exploded jets of come onto to Mr. Eight Inch’s face and chest. I licked my come from Mr. Eight Inch. After a few seconds I could feel Honey’s regal cock burst a large load into my bowels and I could feel his engorged head pulse as it drained. Mr. Eight Inch was next as his penis emptied deep into me. Honey removed his deflating monster from my reamed butt and I could feel the seamen running out of my gaping orifice. I weakly picked myself off of Mr. Eight Inch’s softening dick and held onto the wall for balance. The smell of sex and masculine sweat was thick in the air.

Honey indicated to his now flaccid penis and said, “So how about some clean up?” Not even thinking to argue, I slowly bent down in front of Honey and Mr. Eight Inch who stood up to join him. I began to lick and suck his heavy member clean. I was covered in seamen and even a little bit of blood. It tasted salty and a little sour. When he was clean, I repeated the job on Mr. Eight Inch. We then dressed a left separately. I never saw the two of them again. But there is not a day that goes buy that I don’t think of that intense fucking or that marvelous cock.

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Bisexual male, who loves adventure.