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There was a knock at the door, so Emma hopped out of the shower, quickly brushed a towel over her body and threw on a large oversized t-shirt and a pair of pink shorts. Then she flew down the stairs just in time to catch the delivery man walking down the path towards the gate. She gave out a cry and he turned. She must have looked a state, she hadn’t even looked in the mirror before she headed for the door, as he handed her the package and the pen to sign their eyes met and hands touched. The moment was intense and the mutual eryaman escort feeling of what she was imagining was mirrored in his gaze. He moved to kiss her and with no resistance she let him, within seconds they were through the front door, he kicked it closed and with adequate force he had her pinned against the wall. He held her wrists high above her head with one hand and kissed her passionately. His other hand tried frantically to get inside the shirt, but it sincan escort proved too much and he broke from his stance to remove the t-shirt altogether. Her breasts were beautiful and he couldn’t resist using his mouth to tease them and his hands to squeeze them. His teeth nibbled the large nipples until they were firm. She could feel every flick with his tongue and it made her beg for more. She pointed the way to the bedroom and he agreed, so she lead him up the stairs etlik escort to the room on the right. He pushed her onto the bed and ripped off her small pink shorts. He knelt down and put his head between her legs, licking her clit and flicking it, he used his mouth and his tongue well, pleasuring her. His hands pushed her legs further apart so he could reach in as far as possible. She screamed out with pure happiness and she could feel his teeth tugging at her clit and it felt irresistible. He raised his head to see the pure delight on her face and moved his fingers inside her just to watch the reaction, he was not disappointed. It was her turn then, she pushed him off on to his back and she got up on her knees and took his hard manhood in her mouth. She moved slow at first, making sure she had the whole length of his long package in her mouth.

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It is dark. I lie on my bed wondering when Clarisse will come. My naked body is ablaze with the need for her presence, but I am alone. Then I hear it. Faint motion in the darkened room. The rustling noise of clothes sliding off a body. The bed shifting and creaking a little. Something in my nether regions stirs in response, knowing that my lover has arrived. A hand caresses my naked chest. Fingers run through my curly chest hair before gently rubbing my nipples. They harden in response. Little çankaya escort tingles run down to my cock, stirring it to life. Before I can speak, my lover’s mouth is on mine, her tongue sliding past my lips to greet my own. Clarisse presses in close to me, her naked breasts rubbing against my body. Her mouth leaves mine. She kisses my chin and then along my jaw to my throat. A hard suction and gentle bite. Clarisse is leaving her mark; claiming keçiören escort me for her very own. Then she’s kissing her way down to my nipple. The tip of her tongue teases it. Clarisse slowly licks it before bringing her teeth down on it. The bite is gentle, just hard enough to send another shot of pleasure to my stiff member. For a few minutes, my lover concentrates on my nipples, knowing what it does to me. Clarisse licks, bites, etimesgut escort and sucks first one, and then the other, until I am aroused to the point of being helpless. Her mouth moves down my body. She kisses, licks, and even bites the soft flesh of my belly. Burying her face in my navel, Clarisse blows into it, making an unsubtle fart noise that cracks up both of us. Then she is on the move again, her mouth never letting up in its relentless teasing and stimulation of my flesh. Clarisse bypasses my cock, which leaves me a little disappointed. The disappointment fades when she slowly kisses and nibbles her way up the inside of my thigh. Taking a ball into her mouth, she sucks on it. I spread my thighs wider to give her room. My lover releases it and sucks on its mate, then runs her tongue up my hard shaft from stem to head.

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You ever have a day when you were just tired? Didn’t want to do anything? That was me today. I was laying on the couch wearing nothing but my boxers. As I was flipping through the channels to find something to watch, Sydnee walks in from her nap wearing nothing at all. “Babe! I’m bored,” she pouts. I laugh. “Well it’s lazy Sunday,” She smirks at me. “Why is your dick hard?” I look rus escort down to find my dick standing at attention through my boxers. I look back at Sydnee and say, “Well it wants to be inside of you.” She laughs, walks over and kisses me. I kiss her back rubbing her sexy naked body. “Mmmm.” She reaches behind her to grab my dick yenimahalle escort and starts stroking me nice and slow. I moan and reach to rub her pussy. She gasps, eyes wide, and moans seductively. Her hands stroke and pull my dick slowly as I rub her pussy in the same rhythmic beat. After a while, Sydnee pulls off my boxers and straddles my hard dick and smiles. “You’re going to cum first.” I laugh. “Sit down. Let’s find out!” Sydnee smiles and slowly lower herself onto my throbbing hard on. She takes my swollen pole into her tight, wet pussy moaning as she sits. “Shit! You just keep getting bigger every time.” I grab her waist as I go deeper into Sydnee’s wet hot box. I tilt my head back moaning loudly as I finally feel every inch being inside of her. She leans forward putting her hands on my chest and bounces on my dick, moaning louder and louder. “Oh fuck,” she screams. I moan then I smile at her, “Can’t wait to feel your cum.” She moans.

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I’ve always been fascinated by my mailman. And by “fascinated,” I mean I wanted to fuck him. His name is Dan and he came at the same time every afternoon at one o’clock to open my mail slot and deliver his goods. Many countless nights I had fantasized about him entering me from behind.So one day, to get his attention, I left my lacy red panties in the mailbox for Dan to find while delivering my mail. Hoping he’d take the hint, I unlocked my door and waited for him to arrive. I watched the time feverishly all morning. I sat at the window, daydreaming about Dan my mailman. I was dressed in a silky white robe, slightly see-through, exposing my hard nipples and aching wet pussy.Like clockwork, çankaya escort he drove his little truck to my house and opened the mailbox. He peered inside and squinted while reaching for my little surprise. I bit my lip, still at the window, admiring how he slowly pulled his hand out of the box and his jaw dropped as he looked around, clutching my red gift.He put my panties in his uniform pocket, left my mail, and started towards my door. I was so horny I almost jumped for joy! I gave myself a quick peek in the mirror, tidied up my makeup, fluffed my long auburn hair, and waited in my foyer.“Hello? Ms. Post are you there? I have a special keçiören escort delivery for you,” he knocked at the door.“Come in, it’s unlocked,” I purred, opening my white robe slightly and sticking my tits out.He opened the door and I watched his gaze move up my long toned legs and meet my green eyes.“Are these yours?” Dan grinned and held up my panties.“Oops, thank you for bringing those back for me. You can just set them on the couch here,” I motioned to the living room, hoping he’d follow.“I have to say, Ms. Post, this was a very welcomed surprise. I’ve noticed you for a while and you’re my favorite house to deliver to,” he etimesgut escort came closer to me, staring at my eyes then snuck a quick peek at my bare breasts.“You can stare if you want, don’t look away, it makes me wet,” I raised my eyebrow and batted my long eyelashes.“I can’t stare too long; your body is gorgeous and my pants will get too tight if I become any more excited.”“Then take them off!”My mailman did as he was told and unzipped his pants and they fell to the ground. His black boxers were extended in the front and showcased his size. I was immediately drawn to him and tugged at his waistband, slipping my delicate fingers inside. His cock popped out as I pulled his boxers to the floor.Dan fondled my breast with one hand and began massaging my clit with the other as I stroked his growing dick. His touch in between my legs sent a shiver up my spine and my pussy clenched around his fingers as he entered me. I kissed Dan on the lips and before I knew it, he spun me around and placed my hands on the edge of the couch.

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Dear Diary, I had to write this down to make it real in my mind. I never want to forget what happened today. I had an appointment for an eye examination at 10 am. Making my way there in the baking sun had left me hot, my flimsy short strapless sun dress stuck to my body in several places. I had been hanging around in the waiting room, uncomfortable in the sticky leather chair, for half an hour before the optician walked in. He greeted me with a smile and pleasantries before asking me all of the usual questions. He was a young man, younger than me, I would say mid-twenties. I got the impression he was new. I recalled this process being faster with the older beşevler escort man who had tested my eyes the last time. After much double-checking, the lights were dimmed. As he asked me to look into his eyes, I felt myself blush. He was a handsome man, short dark hair and even darker, brown eyes. I duly read out all the letters from the screen, followed the pen in his hand and then he explained that he wanted to check the health of my eyes. The close proximity quickly became intoxicating, his eyes staring into mine, my eye lashes tickling his hand. I tried to reason with myself that this was his cebeci escort job, his routine, I was just another patient. This rationalisation did not seem to help. He was just so close that it almost felt criminal that this was not an intimate moment. However inappropriate this now sounds, with his face nearly touching mine, I could not help but wonder what would happen if I kissed him, if my lips brushed against his. At once, I felt a strong jolt in my crotch and the seat underneath me dampened at the thought. I wondered if he could tell, were my pupils dilating wildly in aroused anticipation? It was kolej escort silent. All I could hear was our breathing, mine coming a little heavier with every second. I felt so turned on that I did not want this part of the examination to be over. I longed to make a move but I did not dare. It seemed like lunacy to even contemplate such a thing. I parted my legs a little, then wider still, my tiny dress riding up to reveal the top of my thigh and then just enough for my white panties to be visible. He moved closer, standing between my now fully opened legs, his breathing came faster than before. He still held the optical instrument and continued to look into my eyes. I felt my nipples harden, straining against the cotton of my dress. ‘Your eyes look healthy,’ he stammered. My legs widened further, my dress now resembled a t-shirt in length. My panties were completely on show. I still cannot believe that I did this, but my hand reached down, slid by the elastic and settled on my clit.

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“We’re boarding now. Call you when we land.”With that text from my wife Cindy, my ten days of bachelorhood officially began. She was off for a girls’ trip to the UK, touring castles, drinking tea, wearing fancy hats. All the stuff one does once the kids are out of the house and there’s more disposable income about.I’d feigned all the “babe, I’ll miss you so much” and “ten days is a long time” but we both knew a short break from each other wasn’t all that bad. Plus, I genuinely thought she’d have a blast on the trip, so when the opportunity arose, I urged her to jump on it.These little interludes when I had the house to myself usually lasted only two or three days. I’d spend them watching old spy movies or superhero adventures Cindy didn’t enjoy as much as me, or I’d doze in front of the television with golf or something droning in the background. When you’re a newlywed or a younger guy, your single friends all think, “Hey, you’re free a few days – let’s have some drinks, stay out late.” In reality, after a few years of marriage or when you hit middle age, you’d much rather enjoy peace and quiet at home with sole custody of the remote control and delivery pizza.But with a full ten days on my hands, I’d actually have to accomplish a few “honey-do” items on the list to keep Cindy happy. One of those was moving the furniture out of our son Steven’s old room and bringing in some new stuff. The idea was to turn it into a guest room since he was now happily married and living two states away.But first things first. Along with beer, pizza and comic book movies, there rus escort was one other passion I was able to indulge in more fully during my time alone: porn. With the wife gone, I could watch all the porn I wanted on a fifty-two-inch screen instead of being confined to a quick jerk watching a phone or tablet.There was also one other thing I could only do when I had plenty of time alone – Skype with a jerk-off buddy. It was something I’d discovered really only a few months ago. I’d made a couple of online friends, and we swapped pics and porn clips while beating off together. That included swapping pictures and clips of ourselves, and I’d recently graduated to cam sessions where I spent as much time watching my friends pleasure themselves as I did perusing the porn we shared.For fifty-five, I was in pretty good shape. I ran four days a week and swam the other three, so I was pretty lean, with even a little muscle showing. My face was definitely a little weathered, but there’s nothing I enjoy more than being on a boat or sitting on a beach, so a few wrinkles didn’t bother me much. A silver beard and salt-and-pepper hair completed the look of a fairly attractive older guy.I was just settling in when I heard a truck moving down the street and then my doorbell rang. I took a glance at the video from the front door and saw a delivery guy standing on the porch. I cursed a bit, then pulled my gym shorts up and a t-shirt over my head and went to answer the door.As I spoke to the driver and signed for the delivery, yenimahalle escort I saw his eyes dart down a couple of times. Sure enough, my still enlarged cock was tenting the gym shorts a bit, and I felt a little thrill when I knew he was looking. He was pretty nervous about it and quickly made his way back to his truck. The problem was, he’d left me with a “mattress-in-a-box” that weighed a couple hundred pounds right here on my front porch. I figured I could wrestle the awkward thing through the front door, but getting it upstairs was something I hadn’t thought about.I was just about push-and-pull it into the house at least when a red Mustang convertible came around the corner and swung into the driveway next door. Behind the wheel was the neighbor kid Brian.Brian was twenty-two and had just graduated from the state university. He was a couple of years younger than my son, but they’d been high school friends. Brian had hung around our pool a few times this past summer prior to my son’s wedding. He was usually in the company of a hot co-ed named Jen. They made quite a pair. She was a classic, sun-kissed blonde with firm tits, long legs and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She had a bright smile, a flirty nature and kissable lips. Brian was about 6’1”, with dark hair and eyes. He kept his beard trimmed to a stylish stubble, and I assumed he was manscaped, since his chest and legs were smooth. I’d had to fight off more than one hard-on when the two of them were laying out back, taking turns rubbing sunscreen onto each other.“Hey, Mr. J! How’s it going,” Brian called out, and I suddenly thought maybe I could get him to at least wrangle the big-ass box inside with me.“Brian! How’s the job search going?” I asked.“Two interviews next week – wish me luck,” he said.“You’ll do great,” I replied. “Hey? What do you have going on right now? Could you give me a hand getting this damn box up to Steve’s old room?”“No problem!” Brian said and walked over. He was wearing ranger panties and running shoes, and his t-shirt was damp. “Just did 10K – when are we running together again?”“I’m too old to keep up with you, kid,” I said good-naturedly. “But we have to get your dad back out there.”“Doc says his knee should be good to go in a couple of weeks,” Brian replied. “But he’s vowed to stick to the track or road and off the trails for a while.”A couple of years back, Brian and his dad, and my son and I, had teamed up for a relay trail race. It was a great time, and we’d been talking ever since about finding a similar event.“Well, if I don’t wrench my back getting this fucking mattress up the stairs, we’ll get in a few miles soon,” I said.“Is that what this is?” Brian asked. “That’s a giant damn box.”“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not trying to rope you into spending the day helping me clean out a bedroom. If you’ll just help me get it up the stairs, I’d appreciate it.”“No problem at all,” he replied and squatted down to “lift with his knees.” As he did so, his thighs flexed and his t-shirt rode up a bit to show his bare belly.I grabbed my end and backed up the stairs as Brian took most of the weight on the way up. “We can just leave it here in the hallway,” I said.“This thing is a beast, Mr. J!” Brian said. “Let me go ahead and help you get it on the frame now – it’ll suck trying to do this yourself later.”

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It was the first thing she became conscious of as she woke that morning: his hand on her ass. She was lying on her stomach and he was sprawled on his back next to her. His hand rested on her right cheek, fingertips hooked over the soft underswell.His thumb caressed her and she sighed, completely content.Only a few minutes later, they were both at the bathroom sink; she, brushing her teeth, he, finishing a quick shave. As he was leaving, she bent to spit.She felt his hand pat and squeeze each cheek in turn as he passed.It was Sunday morning. While making toast and oatmeal and splitting a grapefruit, they passed each other a dozen times. By the time they sat to eat, she felt like her cheeks were humming. Whether it was on her thick cotton robe or when he got under to fondle her little panties, each touch made her feel warm.She changed into yoga pants and an old T-shirt. He slipped on his work shorts, planning to mow the lawn. She got herself a feel of his ass as he went by. He chuckled and adjusted the lay of his manhood but continued on his way.Stacy took care of some e-mails and talked to her mom on the phone for a bit. She stood at the kitchen window and watched Jared as she talked. She didn’t absorb much of the conversation. She toyed with her nipples under her shirt and watched him start to sweat.She said goodbye to her mom and started putting clean dishes away from the washer. When he came into the kitchen, he didn’t content himself with a pat and squeeze. Jared came up behind her when she bent over and pressed otele gelen escort himself against her perfectly presented ass.Among other things he’d noticed was a lack of panty lines under her tights.Stacy pushed back against him, feeling a firm rod splitting her cleft. He bent over her, one hand slipping around and up under her shirt to take possessive hold of her breast. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “I saw you watching me. Maybe I should mow nude next week?”She shook with laughter and then shook a little more just to twerk on his bulge.But then he just stood up and wandered away. She pouted but didn’t say anything.When she closed the washer, Jared was in front of the fridge, door wide open, drinking from his jug of water. Rather than admonish him like a child, she came up behind him and grabbed one of his cheeks while whispering in his ear, “I’ll let Mrs. Armstrong next door know. I’m sure she’ll like the show.”He choked on the water and Stacy laughed. Manly bun still in hand, she stuck her other down the front of his shorts to palm his mildly aroused snake. “Oh, don’t laugh. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. That nice old lady is a horny fuck.”She laughed again as she released him and wandered away. “Didn’t she just turn eighty?” Jared asked, nonplused.”What’s that got to do with anything?” Stacy called back from the next room.While she was watering the roses, he snapped the waistband of her tights. A few minutes later balgat escort while he wound the hose for her, she tickled the inside of his thigh, making his leg shake.He got in a good loud slap while she was digging the salmon out of the bottom-load freezer. Her hands were damp and ice cold when she caught up to him and ran them down his back. He yelped dramatically.He chased her around the kitchen island a few times but she wasn’t in the mood to be caught yet. He stared her down across the counter and reached back to turn on the faucet. Drawing like an old-west outlaw, he pulled the sprayer out and got her in the chest.Laughing and sputtering, she didn’t do much to get out of the way. When he cut off the spray, they both looked down at her wet t-shirt.Her hard nips had been visible all morning but now every detail and delicate swell of her breasts were visible and those hard little points were aimed right at him.Cackling madly, she turned and fled. Jared put the sprayer back in its metaphorical holster and adjusted his shorts. He was sorely tempted to run her down and just take her. Sorely, sorely tempted. He shifted his package again.But the day was just beginning and the young husband and wife had apparently found a new game to play. Cop and Dodge? Hands, Hands, Hands? Squeeze and Tease? Maybe they’d come up with a name for it. Or maybe not.*****At around two, Stacy was making the bed after doing the laundry. When she straightened and turned, Jared was elvankent escort in the doorway, watching her. His eyes were slow to rise from where they had been burning a hole in her upturned ass.”Looks like you’ve got me trapped,” she said playfully. But then her eyes spied the dramatic tent in his shorts. Her husband wasn’t just feeling playful. He looked ready to burst.”Oh,” she said quietly. The air crackled. Still at the doorway, Jared thrust his shorts off and kicked them to the side.When she saw her man’s beautiful cock in all its glory, throbbing thick and bobbing unerringly in her direction, the game ended.Her mouth went dry and her nipples tightened. He leered, able to actually see not just the points but her whole areola puff up under her shirt.Oh god. She knew in just a few seconds he’d be able to see a wet mark on her tights. Her pussy was slobbering.Definitely done with games and now that Jared’s focus had moved up to her perky B-cups, she slowly raised the hem of her shirt. Jared took hold of his rigid piece and just watched, waiting for the unveiling.She wanted to see his eye when her nipples appeared. No matter how many timed he’d seen them and ravaged them, her man never got enough of her perfect little palm-fulls.She got the reaction she was waiting for when her bunched-up shirt pulled her swell up for a moment and then released her modest bounty with the subtle, delicious little jiggle he loved.He gripped his cock tighter and just sighed, “Fuck.” She saw a glistening drop form at his slit.She swept her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. The cool air and Jared’s torch-like gaze made her shiver.She slowly turned back around and bent over the bed again. She bent real low, laying her head down and arching her back. She made a show of taking tiny steps to widen her stance, setting her foot down in a little stomp each time.

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I woke up to someone gently shaking me, whispering “Quinn!” My eyes didn’t want to open, the light seemed too bright, and the quiet chirps of the birds seemed way too loud.”Blegh, what,” I answered groggily.”Let’s go for a run on the beach!” Jessie’s voice answered.”What are you talking about,” I answered, hoping this was some weird dream.”Come on, Quinn! It’s beautiful out there! It’ll help your hangover, and everyone else is still asleep!”I groaned in response, opening one eye in an effort to glare, but Jessie kept tugging at the covers. “Why just me?” I asked with a whine, hoping that Jessie would just decide to go back to bed.”Because I know you’ll say yes,” Jessie whispered back with a teasing smile as she grabbed one of my legs and started to pull.Even through my hungover haze, that little smirk was enough to convince me. I couldn’t help but let a grin creep over my face as I rolled over and started to push myself off the bed. “Fine, you win,” I said while trying to hide the fact that I was smiling.But Jessie wasn’t fooled. “You know you love me,” she said as I stumbled over to my suitcase to find some clothes. I started to put on my usual training gear and running shoes, but Jessie stopped me when she saw what I was doing. “Dude, we’re going to the beach. We don’t even need shoes. Just wear a swimsuit.”Looking up, I realized that Jessie was dressed only in a jade green striped bikini, perfectly complementing her reddish curls. Damn, she had a nice body. She had a sporty build with well-defined muscles along her arms and legs, decently tanned in stark contrast to her pale white belly decorated in freckles. I was surprised to see that she had any boobs at all, but she actually filled out her top quite nicely. On the small side, but very perky.I realized I had been staring for a few seconds and quickly moved to find my swimsuit. Mine was a fairly modest floral two-piece halter with thick straps, which would actually be helpful if we were going to be running. At least I’d have a little bit of support and not be flying everywhere.Once I was dressed, we headed out, our IDs and phones tucked away in Jessie’s tiny drawstring backpack. We walked along the short sidewalk until we hit the beach, and Jessie was off.I ran after her, marveling at how free she looked as she jogged along the beach in front of me. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling that came over me, but I could feel my nose tingle and my eyes water. Was it envy? Did I want to be like Jessie, so carefree and lovely? It didn’t quite feel like envy, though. It was a good feeling. Something so beautifully pure it pulled at my insides. Maybe it was just because I was so happy to have made a friend like Jessie. All I knew for sure was that it felt amazing to watch her run, and all I wanted to do was to follow.We ran for a bit over half an hour before Jessie decided to dive into the water. I jumped in after her, letting the waves wash away the sweat and grime from the run. We ended up sitting together in the sand, feeling the waves rush in over our legs and pull us back out, as we leaned back and enjoyed the morning sun.”It’s a good thing we came out early,” Jessie said. “I’d be turning into a tomato if that sun were much higher in the sky.””Yeah, your stomach is so pale!” I responded with a laugh, though I immediately shut my mouth, afraid I might have offended her.”I know, right?” Jessie replied, giving me a reassuring smile. “My arms are like three shades darker than my boobs!” she continued, holding her forearm up for comparison. At the mention of her boobs, my eyes darted down to Jessie’s chest for a moment and my cheeks flushed as I realized where I was looking.Letting out a slightly uncomfortable giggle, I tried to think of some way to change the subject away from Jessie’s body, but was unable to think of anything.”That was really nice, by the way. What you did last night,” Jessie said quietly. She had clearly been holding onto that all morning. I had a small suspicion it was why she had asked me to come on this run in the first place.  “What are you talking about?” I asked, feigning ignorance.”Don’t play dumb, Quinn,” she continued. “I know you took that dare for me.”Ah. Yeah. That. She wasn’t wrong. I had done it for her. She had looked so hurt at the idea of Kaitlyn otele gelen escort blowing some guy, I couldn’t help but volunteer myself. “I did it for Kaitlyn, dummy,” I said without much conviction.”You did it for me,” Jessie repeated softly.”I don’t know why you did it for me,” she continued. “I’ve seen Kaitlyn kiss guys before. Hell, I’ve kissed guys in front of her too!””You’ve kissed guys?” I asked, happy to move the subject away from myself. “I thought you weren’t into guys at all.””I’m not,” Jessie responded dryly. “But I’m not ready to be out yet, so the easiest way to be seen as straight is to, you know, act straight.” “Have you…,” I started to ask, but I wasn’t sure how to phrase it. “You know, done it? With a guy?””No, but don’t tell anyone that,” Jessie answered. “I mean, I’ve done a few things, but I just can’t bring myself to have sex with someone I’m not attracted to. Even kissing guys feels wrong.” There was such sadness in her voice, I could barely stand it.”Have you… ever kissed a girl?” I asked timidly, trying not to overstep. I shook my head immediately. “Sorry, I’m not trying to pry…”Jessie looked at me with a slight head tilt and a concerned look on her face. “Hey. You can ask me questions, you know,” she said. “You don’t need to act so afraid. It’s okay.”Hearing Jessie say that, I suddenly felt a huge sense of relief. I hadn’t realized how much tension I was holding, trying to connect without crossing some invisible boundary. I felt the tears start welling up again, still not sure why so much emotion was pouring out of me. “I’m sorry,” I let out.Jessie noticed how overwhelmed I was and put an arm around me. “Hey, Quinn, You don’t need to be sorry for anything. What’s going on?” she asked with concern.”I don’t know, I just…” I started to say. And then the words started flooding out. “I’m always afraid I’m saying something wrong. And I really want you to be my friend and I’m afraid I’ll say something that makes you leave,” I finished.  “I am your friend,” Jessie said with a kind smile. “You don’t have to worry about that stuff with me, okay? I’m not your mom,” she added darkly. “My mom?” I asked in confusion.”Come on Quinn, I see how she is with you,” Jessie explained. “She makes you feel like you can’t ever do anything right, right? Like you’ll never be enough? Like everyone will abandon you if you’re not perfect or if you mess up at all?”Oof, that hit home. She definitely wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t sure exactly how she had picked up on that stuff, especially since we hadn’t been particularly close before the spring break trip, but Jessie seemed remarkably perceptive. “How did you…” I started to ask.”I’m familiar with the type,” Jessie replied before I had even asked the question. Shaking her head, she said, “It doesn’t matter though. My point is, you don’t have to be so on edge with me. Really, I’m not going to be offended. I like you, Quinn. And I want to be your friend. Really.”My shoulders jerked forward as I let out a heavy sob of relief I hadn’t even known I needed. “I want to be your friend, too,” I replied with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”Jessie smiled back and wrapped me up in a big bear hug. “Don’t sweat it, Vernon,” she replied, reverting to her usual teasing tone. “So what did you ask before? If I ever kissed a girl?””Yep, that’s what I asked,” I replied, nodding enthusiastically as I did. “So, have you?” “Sadly, no,” Jessie answered. “I only realized I even liked girls when I started falling for Kaitlyn, and everything started to finally make sense. But I’m way too chicken to try anything with her. It would hurt too much if she said no.””Well, why does it need to be with Kaitlyn?” I asked, my heart unexpectedly starting to beat a little faster. “That’s so much pressure to put on yourself, to not ever kiss anyone just because the person you like isn’t available. You’ve liked other girls besides her, right?””Yeah, definitely,” Jessie answered. “It just never really clicked that that’s what it was until I started falling for her, but yeah, I’m definitely into girls. No question there.””So why not practice with someone else? Without all the pressure? You hear all sorts of stories of girls making out with each other balgat escort at parties and stuff,” I said.”Who’s going to want to practice with a lesbian?” Jessie said with a quick laugh. “I know girls kiss each other for practice all the time, but can you even imagine what would happen if they knew I was actually into it? No. Hell no. I’m not opening up that can of worms. I can barely even bring myself to change in the same locker room with other girls.””Well, you could find someone who’s okay with it from the start,” I said carefully. “Someone who already knows.””What straight girl is going to want to make out with me?” Jessie said. I could hear the pain in her voice as she said it. I couldn’t even imagine what it must be like to have to live with so much fear.”Plenty! I think. I mean, I wouldn’t care,” I blurted out. “I’m straight and I’d totally make out with you. You know, for practice.”Jessie smiled. “You don’t have to say that, it’s okay.””No, really, I would! I mean, if you wanted to, obviously. But yeah, what are friends for anyway?” I could barely breathe through the words that were pouring out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure why it was so important to me. Part of it was certainly that I didn’t want Jessie to think I’d be weirded out by it, but there was something else there too. It was exciting, the idea of kissing Jessie. Probably just because it was another new thing I’d never done before. That must be it.”Are you being serious?” Jessie asked, a tiny hint of trepidation hiding behind her voice.I sat up, pulling my legs under me and leaned over so that my face was only about six inches away from Jessie’s, and looked intently into her bright green eyes. “Yes, I’m completely serious,” I said emphatically, throwing out all pretense of joking.I could see Jessie’s body language change at that. Her face softened and her shoulders relaxed, and she let herself break eye contact as her eyes moved down my face and settled on my mouth. I felt slightly lightheaded as our faces moved toward one another, my chest heaving in time with my rapid breath. “You sure?” she asked again, this time a hunger evident in her eyes as she caressed my face with her gaze. “Yeah,” I let out, my lips parting in anticipation. Finally, our lips connected in a soft, sensual kiss.It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I could hear the waves crashing in the background and the world faded away. All there was, was her skin. Her lips.Time seemed to stand still, as we gently explored each other. Jessie’s soft hand glided across my cheek and gracefully cupped my ear. At last, I opened my eyes as Jessie laid her head against my chest.I felt like I was floating, laying there on the beach, the sound of the waves crashing around us, until I noticed Jessie’s shoulders heaving. She was crying, though she was clearly trying to hide it.”Is it Kaitlyn?” I asked her.Jessie looked back up at me, tears welling in her eyes. “That was amazing, Quinn. You’re an amazing friend for doing that for me. I never knew how that could feel before now. I just want it to be real, you know? I love her so much.” It hurt my heart to imagine Jessie feeling so much pain. I tried to think of anything I could say or do to help make things better for her.”Maybe you should talk to her,” I suggested, wishing I could just kiss her again to make her pain go away. “Maybe she’ll feel the same way about you.””Yeah, or maybe she’ll never talk to me again,” Jessie replied cynically. “And anyway, I’m pretty sure Kaitlyn likes guys. She talks about them all the time.””Yeah, but aren’t you talking about guys all the time, too?” I asked.”Not like her,” Jessie responded. “I agree with people when they say a guy is hot, but I don’t go out of my way to gush about them the way Kaitlyn does. She’d have to be a pretty amazing actor to be pretending.””Okay, but maybe she likes girls too?” I replied. “It could happen. I mean, I could imagine that… Anyway, you won’t know until you ask her.”Jessie shook her head vigorously, showing an uncharacteristic fearfulness at the idea of talking to Kaitlyn about her feelings. “I don’t think I could do that,” she said with her jaw clenched in a grimace.”I think you can,” I said sincerely. “She’d be crazy not to be into elvankent escort you. But if she’s not, then at least you’ll know. Don’t you want to be able to kiss someone else without crying? Eventually, at least? You’ll never be able to do that if you don’t push past this fear.”Jessie looked at me with a combination of sadness and gratefulness, letting her hand brush my cheek again. I felt a tingling shoot through my entire body, my eyes fluttering and my lips parting of their own accord.”Hey losers!” a familiar shout rang out from a ways down the beach. I shook myself out of my reverie and looked toward the noise, seeing Roach, Kaitlyn and a few other teammates walking along the beach, passing a soccer ball back and forth in the sand. Roach was waving her arms at us.As they approached, Roach yelled out, “You crazy assholes! Who wakes up early after a night like that?””We felt like going for a run! Nice of all you lazybones to finally join us!” Jessie yelled back, standing up to greet them all.Roach lightly punched Jessie on the shoulder as they caught up to us. “Fine, fine. We can’t live up to either of you. Especially Vernon here. She’s clearly got a work ethic.” Roach winked at me. “Find any more hard work to do this morning, Quinn? Saw a lot of drift wood on the way over here…”I rolled my eyes at the innuendos with a small smile. It was actually kind of a nice change of pace to have my teammates making fun of me. Before this trip, they probably wouldn’t have said much to me at all. Probably my fault, though. I never was very good at making friends. “Whatever, Roach, she’s an amateur compared to you!” Jessie retorted teasingly.”Yeah, yeah,” Roach answered. “Anyway, we’re gonna head to the hotel pool after this. Have a couple margaritas to wash away the throbbing headache. Wanna join?””Sure,” I said, feeling a little more daring after last night’s adventure.”Um, maybe,” Jessie said. She glanced at me knowingly. “Uh, Kaitlyn, I was wondering if you’d come down to the market with me today? I need your advice on which things to buy for souvenirs and I don’t know if we’ll get another chance.” Jessie looked particularly nervous, and I was pretty sure I knew why. Was she actually going to tell Kaitlyn how she felt? Today? I felt a stab of something run through me, something painful. My heart thumped in my chest as I waited for Kaitlyn’s answer.”Yeah, okay, sure,” she answered without much pause. “We can always get some margs at one of the stands by the market anyway. Plus there’s a scarf I think I want to buy. When do you want to go?””I guess after we get back up to the hotel?” Jessie responded with uncharacteristic nervousness in her voice. “I can get changed and then we can head out?”Roach gave me a playful shove, “But you’re coming to the pool, Vernon. Maybe we’ll find some more games to play.” She winked again as we all started making our way back up to the hotel. After Jessie and Kaitlyn left for the market, Roach, Lara, Kendall and I went down to the hotel pool and ordered our first round of margaritas. Unlike last time, I ordered my own drink, not even worrying if my parents saw that I had been drinking. We were in Mexico, after all. It was completely legal here. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I deserved to be able to have fun with my friends.We mostly stayed in the shallow end, still nursing our hangovers. There was some amount of gossip, but not much new to talk about, so the topic frequently drifted back to the events of last night.But despite the fact that I was excited to be included, I couldn’t quite focus my attention on our conversation. My mind kept drifting back to this morning. Flashes of Jessie’s lips and body inundated my mind as I tried my best to pay attention. Worse still, I kept wondering what Jessie and Kaitlyn were doing. Had Jessie told her yet? How had Kaitlyn taken it? Were they together now? Were they kissing? More? Did Kaitlyn reject Jessie? Was Jessie crying?”Quinn,” Roach finally interjected. “What’s up? Too hungover to think straight?”I don’t know what came over me, but something about that question made me break inside. A flood of tears came unbidden to my eyes and I had to look away before anyone noticed.Roach’s eyebrows shot up at my unexpected reaction. She waited a few minutes and then grabbed me and pulled me over to a private table by the bar. “Something’s up,” she said. “And you look like you need to talk about it.”Roach could be pretty abrasive sometimes, but she had a big heart and pretty solid instincts. But I didn’t even know what was wrong myself, much less have the presence of mind to communicate it to someone else.

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I was lying on a beach in Australia, enjoying the sunshine, when suddenly a lifeguard rushed past me. Even in those brief few seconds that he was in view I couldn’t help but notice that he was incredibly hot.

I turned around to see what had got him in such a hurry and saw him ticking off someone that had trespassed where they should not have. What I saw was an incredibly shapely, full masculine ass underneath that sexy red swimsuit that he wore. Fortunately his swimsuit was not too tight so the material followed the natural curves of his man melons instead of cutting across them. He had a pair of mighty fine legs that were covered in long, silky blondish brown hair.

Having delivered his lecture he turned around and started making his way back to his post. I stole a quick glance and noticed a deliciously full package nestled between his thighs. A trail of dark brown hair led out of his swimsuit and disappeared under the cropped vest that he wore. He had powerful shoulders and a well developed chest and washboard flat stomach. He was just one of the hottest men I had ever seen.

So imagine my surprise when he stopped near me.

‘Sorry about that. I hope I didn’t kick sand in your face as I went by.’ he said.

I was dumb struck and couldn’t think of anything to say so I just smiled at him.

‘It’s a beautiful day for it, isn’t it?’ he said.

A beautiful day for what I wondered. I knew what I would like it to a beautiful day for – covering his sexy body in hungry kisses. But I figured there was no chance of that.

‘It’s a pity you have to work.’ I said.

‘I’ve Demetevler Escort just finished my shift.’ he replied as he sat down on my towel uninvited, not that I minded.

He was quite easy to talk to but I was extremely self conscious of being naked while he was clothed. Each time he flashed me that brilliant white toothed smile of his I felt my lust rise higher. My heart seemed to be beating faster than normal and I felt my throat and tongue go dry. It had been a long time since I felt so turned on. And then when he slipped a hand up his vest and idly brushed it against his left nipple my cock rose of his own accord.

‘Sorry about that.’ I said as I glanced down at the raging tiger that towered up from the flat of my belly.

‘Looks like he’s pretty hungry.’ the lifeguard said.

‘I’m really sorry.’ I repeated.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ he said.

And then, damn! he stretched out his arm and took my cock in his hand. He smiled at me as he slowly jacked the skin back and forth, exposing the moist, sensitive cock head to the fresh air. I held my breath, wondering where this would lead to. He moved a little closer and then slowly pulled his swim suit down.

I caught sight of a flash of dark brown pubes, quickly followed by a fleshy pink cock and two full, heavy, reddish brown balls. I reached out and stroked the silky hair growing on his warm, muscular thighs. It was like touching ecstasy. He smiled as I slid my hand up and down his thigh and then into the warmth of his hairy butt crack.

‘Ooooh Otele gelen escort I like that.’ he whispered as my finger teased his little pucker hole.

It was all I needed to hear. I turn around and buried my face between his furry thighs. A funky masculine scent filled my nostrils and burned directly into my lust receptors. I was like a madman as my tongue plunged into his crack while I pulled his fleshy, smooth cheeks apart. I tongued greedily around his rosebud pucker before plunging in and causing him to groan out loud.

I felt a warm mouth close around my cock and I just about jumped out of my skin. My sensitive cockhead was getting the tongue bathing of its life as he slowly worked his tongue all around the shaft and as deep into the slit as he could get. And all the while he was playing with my balls, alternating gently tugging them with crushing them quite firmly, but not in a painful way.

I briefly wondered if anyone could see us but I didn’t care. I had his ass so spit slicked now that when I pushed my index finger against his ring guard it met no resistance and I slid all the way home. The feel of that tight, hot wet ass around my finger made me want the real thing. I worked another finger into his ass, prying him loose and tried to hold off popping my cock. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, the way he was sucking my happy dick.

I pulled away from him and he turned over on his belly, almost as if he knew what I had in mind. I knelt over him and whispered in his ear.

‘Go for it mate.’ he said.

Those Balgat Escort were the magic word. I got into position and was surprised at how easily I slid into him. It was like sliding into tub of blood warm jello. I pulled all the way out and plunged in again. Judging by the sounds that escaped his throat it was exactly what he wanted and I repeated this over and over until my belly hurt. He rose onto his knees and I was now able to see his pale, juicy ass as I plunged in and out of his silken depths.

He had a little silky patch of blonde hair where butt met back that grew darker as it slid into the steamy crack of his sexy ass. Every now and then he would clench his ring tight around my cock, and each time that happened I had to grit my teeth and fight against blowing my wad. I would never have guessed that such a sporty, straight looking stud could be such an experienced bottom. but I loved it, and I secretly thank the trespasser for bringing him my way.

I looked around and noticed a guy watching us. He was wanking furiously and who could blame him. I’m sure it must have been a really hot sight to see. The lifeguard was jerking on his own joy stick now and I could tell he was close. It was time to give in to my own pleasure. He begged me to fuck harder and faster and I was happy to give him what he wanted.

The only sound now was the slippery plunging of my hard cock in and out of his warm, wet tunnel. I could feel my body grow rigid as my feet began to tingle. I knew that my orgasm was on the way and warned the sexy lifeguard.

Seconds later he groaned out loud as he creamed off on my towel, just as my floodgates opened and I spunked off deep inside his juicy hole. I collapsed on top of him with my cock still buried deep in his ass.

When we had both come down from our fuck high he got up and went off for a swim, while I fell asleep thinking about the ride of my life.

END

Copyright 2004 Daniel Blue

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Polite notice. This story contains scenes of a sexual nature featuring two or more adult men over 18. These are entirely fictional but with a basis in actual events. Any names of individuals or places have been changed. If you are under the age of 18 or you have objection to reading materials of this kind, leave now.

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It had been one of those evenings, on one of those business trips, in one of those climate-controlled, city hotels hotels. You could be anywhere on the planet.

My habit of discharging my duties towards client and employer and then turning my attention to my need to discharge a load with a willing partner. As often before, this quest had led again and again to a long list of time-waster, shy youth, prick teasing flirt, fearful closet case and, in one instance, a man who, just about to set off for my room, became so over-excited during our negotiations he popped his wad and lost interest.

After you have wined and dined a client and made your escape to cruise the street or trawl the hook-up app for a few hours, it gets too late for local guys to just pop round for a session and this particular night, in the end, it took a good deal of persuasion to get a horny guy to get out of his bed at 2 in the morning and walk the block to my hotel from his apartment.

Edging for a couple of hours, sifting through potential fuck buddies can sometimes be a rewarding sexual experience in itself but I needed to fuck real bad, so when I went down to the lobby to meet my man and bring him to my room I was greatly disappointed to see that the goods on arrival were a long way from those in the online description.

Now some guys get so horny they can screw anything. It doesn’t work that way for me. I am careful to choose only profiles of guys in maturity, with a fit body plenty of muscle and body hair, good powerful legs and arse. It sounds egotistical to say that I do usually find what I can work with in this way, ok but I do. So I must be offering what they want on these occasions, perhaps by offering an easy way to get it and be done.

I can’t say my thoroughness worked on this occasion, a combination of tiredness and disappointment perhaps. My mark turned out to be a tall, pale, skinny guy, next to no body hair, and a simpering, camp voice. As near as could be to the opposite of what I had seen in his profile and what floats my boat, sexually. I should have blanked him in the hotel lobby but at almost 2:30 in the morning, he’d got up, dressed and walked around here to have some kind of sexual encounter with me so I felt an obligation to try my best. I took him in, I shucked out of my clothes wishing to get it over and get to bed.

He proceeded to douche in my bathroom, giving me a running commentary through the half open door, while I tried desperately to keep a hard on.

His body oder was rank. Ordinarily, I love the smell of man. It’s a kind of talisman for me of what sex is for. This was stale, fetid, sickly and included the traces of old nicotine and tobacco smoke.

I fucked his face with no enthusiasm trying for as little other body contact as possible. To be fair to himhis skills as a cock sucker could not be faulted. He was in love with my cock and greedily gulped it down again and again and between whiles begging me to fuck his arse. Ordinarily, I am very oral myself and love to gobble a man’s arse before I fuck him, however, in this instance out came the lube and with a quick, thick, unceremonious left thumb, which brought forth a yelp of discomfort, I sumarily prepped his hole.

Potent and sizeable though my cock is, I’m a lover not an abuser and I take no pleasure in hurting people with my sexual organ. Very often, after my preliminary chewing, sucking and tongue fucking of a man’s arse, they are a quivering jelly of lust, pleading for my fuckstick and deliriously happy for me to slide my todger into them with my usual care. It has a streamlined head and if my magical oral massage has relaxed the recipiant as it should the entry is more thrill than discomfort, although they often underestimate the girth at the base as it bottoms out in their guts, it’s usually a pleasant surprise and a gasp of satisfaction. It’s no monster-cock and I’m not interested in prissy queens who just have to have the big cock man. You can tell, I think, my mind was inclined to wander.

This was an artless coupling. I turned him over and left him face down, whereas I like to fuck face to face if possible. I pointed my less Cebeci Escort than enthusiastic penis at his anus and with no thrill whatever, I slowly buried it up to my bollocks in his corpse. Thankfully, after only a few minutes, which seemed like way more, he squirted a miserable jizz on the hand towel I had placed under him.

He was obviously disappointed I hadn’t cum but I explained that I’d have to make out with the wife in the morning and she’d be suspicious if I couldn’t seed her. He accepted this rapidly improvised lie with a look of disgust, gathering up his clothes and we headed for the door. It was almost 3 in the morning and I escorted him asIwas, stark naked but for a stainless steel cock ring, my hard cock swinging ahead of me, out into the quiet corridor, waving him off as cheerily as I could.

As he reached it, the fire door at the end of the corridor, swung open.

A stocky, thick set man dressed in a business suit, early 40s, emerged. He politely held open the door for my departing guest without a hint of surprise, then strode confidently in my direction, did a kind of double-take as he lookedahead a broad, toothy smile lit up his face. Not only that I was naked but, thanks to the restraint of the cock ring, my fat semi-hard on was in no hurry to go down. I was frozen to the spot in shock but with his sparkling eyes and broad grin he made it abundantly clear that he liked what he saw.

As a declaration of intent, he loosened his tie and struggled to undo his top shirt button as he stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. Not tall by any means and not comfortable in a business suit either, he had the kind of massive physicality that belonged in overalls, other loose fitting work clothes or nothing at all. Clearly he was now feeling way over-dressed.He paced the carpeted, anonymous conduit between these identical rooms with the confidence of a well seasoned travelling salesman but he looked more like a labourer, awkward in a once a year suit. Twinling, dark eyes, a dark stubble, cleft chin and a goofy gap between his two front teeth instantly clicked up bonus points during the micro-seconds of instinctive appraisal as he approached. He put a broad hand brazenly over my cock shaft, wrapped as much of it as he could in his strong fist and marched straight past my astonished self, into my room, tugging me behind as the door swung closed with an almost inaudible hush.

He turned to me, reached up behind my head and pulled me into a passionate tongue-wrestling session which left me quite breathless. I opened his shirt blindly and slipped my hands inside to stroke is warm flesh, delighted by the rug of thick body hair and the hard, muscular flesh that greeted my hands. The guy was ripped. I carefully disposed of his tie during our lip-locked engagement and we removed his shirt in a gleeful combination of grunts laughs and slobbering kisses. His arse felt so round and tight and his thighs so heavily developed it was immediately obvious he was one of those stocky fellas who fitted into a regime of heavy gym training as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He murmured approvingly as I explored his mouth with my tongue and his butt with hands.

During the grappling, more clothing was shed and he was standing in his boxers in the lobby entrance of my room, a thick, stumpy protrusion showing in the swelling his reciprocation of my own arousal, his remaining clothes lay around his ankles and he was still wearing his shoes. It was a magnificent sight for all it’s slapstick comedy value. I pulled away to view the whole thing, nodding my approval at the muscular mass of him, in return, he modestly spread his hands and shrugged. The dark halo of body hair enveloping all exposed areas caught the light from the beside lamps beyond him and I blessed my luck for the gift that fate had brought me in such dire circumstances. His response was to beckon me back to him with a look of unmistakeable longing.

I needed to wash my cock and was self conscious that it was, just a few moments before, embedded in another man’s guts. My new friend having already shown his willingness to play with it, I didn’t want to press on without offering it to him in a clean condition. I told him this and he looked at me blankly. Fool that I am, he didn’t speak English. I motioned towards the bathroom and the confusion left his face, I smiled and turned to put on the bathroom light and in another comic moment he Kolej Escort tried to follow me before realising in a stupor of lust and late night fatigue that his feet were still hobbled by clothes.

In the bathroom mirror I watched as I washed, he uncovered his shoes and, bent double as he was, I could see his magnificent shoulders and his back as broad as a barn door all downy with the same dark pelt. I’d never seen muscles ripple across a man’s body while he untied shoe laces and I was agog at how beautiful it was. Kicking his shoes aside, he looked up to see my smiling face in the mirror and laughed at his own predicament. He swiftly swept down his shorts punted everything else aside and was as naked as I had been in the corridor, saving his black socks which were obviously not going to hinder his enjoyment of our coupling. He padded in behind me and pressed his warm fur covered flesh to my back as I dried my genitals, wrapping his immensely powerful arms around my torso. I felt the unmatched pleasure of another man’s tackle prodding me between my legs and I purred with pleasure as his broad fingers tenderly brushed at my tough but oh-so sensitive nipples. My throbbing cock now over engorged inside it’s ring of steel and my balls straining after all the earlier teasing I had given them, I was exploding with desire for this extraordinary stranger. Once again he tugged on my organ to encourage me to turn to him and, going down on one knee, he expertly took the huge, hardened purple-red head between his outstretched lips, and I watched it disappear into his rugged, stubbly face, first into his moist hot mouth, where he gargled and tickled it and then, with a gulp and much to my surprise, straight down into his tight throat pressing his hands into and between my arse cheeks and burying his face hard into my groin.

It was electrifying. The total opposite of my previous encounter. I was in heaven and my eyes rolled back in my head as his throat muscles massaged the length of my hot shaft. His mischievous eyes twinkled with humour as he looked up into my face. Mine filled with tears as I struggled to hold onto the top of my head in my excitement. I stroked his sandpaper chin and marvelled at his thick, thick stubbly neck, running my hand over his quivering adam’s apple where my cock was in torment. In the porn videos, it’s a dominant top trying to choke a submissive sucker, in my case I was trying to withdraw before he made me cum but it was too late he’d gripped my arse tight, the thick index finger of his right hand tickled the rim of my hole, caught in his iron grip of his passion he got his way, pressing his digit into my tender flesh, I felt my hole immediately strangling his finger tip and my wad exploded, pulse after pulse down his gullet and into his waiting stomach. His face was a picture of pleasure and contentment. His throat gave a thunderous growl of satisfaction accompanied by a blast of air into my loins.

I recovered my wits, as he finally released me to suck in a breath and allowed my length to slowly slide back out and into the air, before lunging back into my pubic hair, I could see his own copious juices skate across the vinyl covered floor between my feet. He then contentedly lapped at my spent organ, tickling the shaft and lovingly slurped my head back into his mouth, working the tipof his tongue into my piss-slit as I quaked at the knees in response to his titanic suction seduction.

It was 3:15 am and long past my bed time and I’m happy to say that within a few moments I lay in my bed, at last. However, sleep was not yet to be had as my anonymous companion clambered up and squatted over my face so that I buried my face happily in the musky darkness of his arse crack and here was the delicious scent I loved warm, homely, everything a man should be. It was my turn to pull him in as I encouraged him closer and closer to allow my tongue further penetration. He gargled and snorted in wordless pleasure, wriggling his butt for more and more access and titillation from my lips tongue and teeth. This is absolutely my favourite treat and despite the lateness of the hour and just having pumped a mother-load into his throat, my cock was rock hard again and I was delighted to see that his arse was as eager for my meat as his mouth had been.

Somehow, I was ging to have to go to work, bow legged and deprived of sleep, later in the morning. So reluctantly, after about five minutes of munching on Yenimahalle Escort his anus, I rolled him off me, wrestled him into a big hug and kissed him deeply once more before hoisting those powerful legs up to get a better approach for my planned penetration. Although his body was so thickly muscled he lacked nothing in flexibility and, seeing my intention, grabbed his ankles and made a marvellous splits as, once more, I dove in to harpoon him with my tongue and get some of natures favourite lubricant in there. The pleading look on his face, his hirsuit rack of abs tightly crunched beyond the welcoming V shape he formed with his arms and legs in readiness for my mounting him. I was truly on fire.

Throating his cock a few times and making him squeal with pleasure, I triggered that special gooey saliva that mother nature provides for those occasions when there’s no KY jelly. He whimpered and cooed as I burrowed in, then as I began slurping it into the supple sex shute which pouted and wrinkled as I licked, chewed and sucked to his immense pleasure. My member already dribbling pre-cum in it’s expectation of more action.

Gently and carefully this time, I pushed the huge purple head into that tender opening, his eyes wide, smiling all the while and nodding approval, his masculine mouth widening into an O in sympathy with his other hole stretching with the girth of my glans, he threw back his head as I felt his sphincter snap closed around my shaft and the O at his lips turned into a long, pinched, oval, shape, his huge chest heaved and stuttered as he exhaled gusts of expressive hot breath when the long, deeply veined, tapering shaft of my pork sword slid fully into his soft silken scabbard. Incredible.

He wrapped the downy vice of his great thighs and herculean calves around me and held me tight, reaching up to bring me into another long probing kiss, our bodies totally united. Putting his arms around my neck, he lifted himself completely from the bed and I felt the full weight of him as he hung impaled by my cock and tongue and it was, to my amazement, effortless. He rocked back and forth, pleasuring in the pulsating erection I had embedded in his body, his own cock throbbing against my flat, furry belly, both of us no doubt thankful that the pressure of our earlier longing was already spent and we could relax and enjoy this amazing momentoferotic bliss.

I lowered him to the mattress once more and slowly withdrew until my dick head passed that clasping, grasping sphincter and kept it just moving in and out at that point where the tight band of muscle opens and closes over the flare of the glans. The heat and indescribable sensory connection of such a movement between two men who are totally physically and mentally focussed together is a rare experience and I revelled in it, watching the transfiguration of his ecstatic features as he wallowed in our lust and met my movements with his own subtle re-alignment every so often nodding with an affirmative frown and smile unique to sexual satisfaction, accompanied by a tensing of the jaw as a particular twinge of pleasure rippled up through that extraordinary torso.

How peaceful. How perfectly balanced on the edge of ecstasy. How sweet his mouth and arse to me, how sweet my cock and tongue to him. It could and should have been hours of sensual lovemaking but in reality it was no more than a few precious minutes. I stroked and tweaked his brown bud nipples through the dense tangle of black hair covering his great pectoral muscles. I kissed him hard and picked up the pace of our slow rocking fuck. He took my cue, grabbed hold of my own nipples, at which I snorted loudlywith pleasure and he knew instinctively this would be my trigger. Rolling and pinching them between his strong thumbs and fingers he increased the intensity of his nipple-play. I in turn, tugged and pinched a little harder and I could feel his arse clamped down, spasming and rippling on my rod. I knew this was it.

I felt as if on the edge of a great precipice, high and hard and that I could drive my cock and cum through a brick wall if I had to. My shoulders pumped, my chest full to bursting, my loins banging against his arse and him hanging on for dear life with thumbs and forefingers to my man tits. In a boiling storm of physical and emotional sensations, I bust my nut into his bowels and his second orgasm squirted out, sticky and sweet between us as we collided again and again whimpering and muttering out our combined pleasure, gulping and gasping at the air around us, desperately snatching kisses and each other’s breath. He laughed as my body flopped down onto him and we rolled onto our side still locked together, lip, legs, arms cock and arse, as if cemented by our hot love juice.

There we lay until the daylight crept in around the curtains. I was so in love.

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