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A New Taste Part 42 (The Long Goodbye) free porn video
I woke up with thoughts of heavy cock swinging before my eyes. Inevitably I thought of Philippe’s hung flesh pipe. I should try and get him to visit before the week was out… I sent him a familiar coded text to see if I could please him one more time and to my surprise he immediately called me back and agreed. It would be the next afternoon and he wanted an hours worth of devotion. He called because he wanted me to know it would be the last time, perhaps the last time ever. He was relocating to Hamberg for a minimum of one year and would retire early once his new job ended. I was crestfallen but I told myself I had been blessed to have been the one male Philippe allowed to satisfy his needs. It had been an honour to please that magnificent organ.
To ensure I was alone I told Hiro we would spend the weekend together and clearly my feelings for him were growing stronger as I was increasingly sure I would have to be honest with him about other men or stop seeing them. Nevertheless Philippe and his third leg would arrive at 1pm the next day and nothing could stop me worshipping that splendid mature penis. At 12.30 the bell rang and I buzzed the door and centred myself for my precious last time with Philippe. However to my shock it was Tom who entered.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you I was coming. I was visiting friends down the road and thought we might have some fun?” He said brightly.
“Oh god! I would, I would love to. Of course I would…” I stuttered out.
“But you have company?” He raised a knowing eyebrow.
“No, no. No one is here. Well, not yet anyway!”
“Oh I see! Who is it then? What are you up to? Not that hung guy?” His eyes widened.
“Well yes actually, It is that hung guy but he is very particular. He only allowed you to watch from behind the screen that one time. He doesn’t want you here today, I’m sorry.”
“Oh come on, can’t I just wait quietly until you are done? It’s a long way home and we haven’t done anything in ages!? He begged. I looked at his sweet young eyes and gave in.
“Ok, but i’m going to tie you up. I’m gonna gag you and you can’t watch.” I said firmly.
“Oh come on that’s not fair!”
“It’s that or go home.” I insisted. Tom loved being bound up so he capitulated with a devious smile and I stripped him naked and bound him face down on my bed. I was staring at his delicious bum when the bell rand once more. In came Philippe, a man more than thirty years older than Tom. I stopped him at the door and quietly confessed that I did have someone here, the voyeur from before but he was gagged and blindfolded so he could not observe.
“How interesting.” Said Philippe. “Show me.”
I took him to my bedroom door and he looked down on the naked bound figure of Tom.
“Do you fuck that little bottom Ben?” He said as if in confidence.
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“I don’t blame you. It’s very… feminine… for a male posterior.” He undressed in the hallway as before and stood tall and fit, for a man of his age. His long black socks still on.
‘It’ hung there, like a forearm between his thighs. I could feel it’s gravity in my loins. I almost snorted as I took in it’s soft power.
“Are you sure he can’t see out of that blindfold?” he asked.
“Yes It’s proper blackout stuff. I can close the door if you would prefer?”
“No, no. I think you should bring him out and place him here beside us. It will be a novelty for us. Present, but without vision. An excitement for him as well I’m sure?” He suggested.
I was delighted by this idea and manoeuvred Tom out to the hall and placed him on his knees. He couldn’t move much unless it was to fall on his side. I told him to be quiet and stay still. He nodded. I knelt as well, carefully, as though beginning a Japanese tea ceremony. I lifted Philippe’s wonderful organ with my left hand and cupped the weight of his long hanging balls with my right.
“I have been highly aroused on my way here today Ben. I am quite wet, like a teenager on a date. I can clean up first if you want?”
I could see the shiny tip. He had pre cum all over the head under the foreskin.
“No that won’t be necessary.” I said breathily. God how I wanted that wet head. I slipped my tongue under there and slid around collecting his essence like it was the last spacedust in the packet. It delighted my tastebuds just as much. I had that big eel in my throat in under a minute. I was psychologically ready to take it and I took control of my bobbing cock worship, rarely choking, I worked him up into a zone of turgid ecstasy. Tom breathed loudly through his nostrils next to me as the slurps and gasps filled his ears. He was rigid himself, the sound was pumping blood into his upward pointing prick.
Philippe was enjoying himself and slapped me about with his manhood. That is absolute bliss for me. I wanted to be bruised from his cock beating. I was spiritually inhaling every particle of this last religious experience. He stood back.
“Make him stand.” He ordered. I lifted tom to an upright position. His hands were behind his back and his feet were together so I was conscious he could loose his balance. Philippe gestured towards Tom’s stiff penis and nodded his head when I pointed to my own mouth. I was being ordered to suck Tom as Philippe watched curiously. I took all of Tom with ease and began to work him with my tongue. He wavered and Philippe grabbed his upper arm to steady him.
“All the way Ben.” He instructed. Tom was breathing hard through his nose and It was obvious he would last a tiny fraction of the time Philippe had enjoyed in my mouth. He came hard, almost bending double. Philippe pulled him up, put a hand on his young cheeks and pushed him into my mouth to finish. I gulped it all down. Philippe lowered Tom to the floor with one strong arm.
“My turn.” He said simply and I began a shallow vigorous tonguing of the first 3 or 4 inches of his splendid length. He made a small manly grunt above me and his heavy load rushed down his pipes in peristaltic waves and gushed out onto my indebted tongue. He pumped and squeezed every drop out with his elegant fingers until his pleasure was over. I delved my tongue through his man cum, slushing it against my teeth, almost sighing with dirty satisfaction, and then loudly swallowed the last of it. He waited for me, knowing I like to kiss it goodbye. I lifted it once more. So heavy, so impressive. I kissed it because I loved it. I kissed the weighty shaft and left it to hang, spent but beautiful.
Philippe washed and dressed and shook my hand.
“Thank you Ben.” He said softly. “You know… this endowment of mine always seemed to be asking for special attention. I know you feel the same way. It would have been a shame to have never have it reach its potential don’t you think?”
“It sounds silly but I love it. Not you I mean… it! I will be sad not to hold it again.” I replied sincerely. “I’m going to miss it.”
“I have a present for you in my bag. A little surprise for you. A parting gift. I will leave it for you on the chair. I hope you find happiness with your young friend in there. Good luck Ben. Good luck for the future.”
I thanked him gushingly. This wasn’t a relationship of lovers. It had been more an exploration of aesthetic beauty than pure lust. I loved Philippe’s penis because it was a beautiful example of a well hung cock. That gave it real beguiling power over me. He was a discreet gentleman with one naughty little secret. I was so lucky to be the keeper of that secret. An envelope and a cloth bag lay on my hall chair.
I was left highly aroused and masturbated hard with my back to the front door. Philippe’s taste and smell enveloped my senses as I briefly closed my eyes in reverie and stroked. Down the hallway Tom lay on his side. I grabbed him and picked him up fireman style, catching my bouncing inches in the mirror as I walked, and threw him face down on the bed. I straddled him and used his pretty buns for an assjob. Eventually I was rubbing so much across his anus that I needed to cum. I undid his gag and before I could ask he turned and said…
“Cum in me!”
I grabbed some lube and smeared my cockhead. I entered him quickly and barely survived a few seconds in his warm embrace before throbbing my hot Jism into his backside. I was shaking. His ring tightened on me as I softened and slipped out of his body.
“Fuck, I am so fucked.” I said. Tom, blindfolded and bound lay next to me on his stomach.
“Speak for yourself!” He mocked. “Im the one full of cum!”
Later when I said goodbye to Tom I noticed the cloth bag Philippe had left on the hall chair. I picked it up and felt it had quite a weight. There was a cardboard tube and an envelope. I opened the envelope to find a very generous sum in fifties and a note… ‘Ben, You would have enjoyed helping me make this. It won’t require appointments.’ Suddenly I knew what was in the tube. With excitement I popped an end cap off and slid a flesh coloured silicon facsimile of Philippe’s cock into my hand. I was open mouthed with delight. He had used one of those clone a willy kits and made me the best present anyone had ever given me. I was so touched I teared up.
I stepped into the bathroom and held it up to my face. Goodness me… I could take all of that to the root? It looked impossible. I kissed it and studied it. It was all a single crude tone of flesh pink of course. No freckles, no colour in the head but It did have the detail of his retracted foreskin and the bulges where his veins crossed the shaft. I sucked the big beautiful silicon glans. I worked it deeper, back and forth. Not a patch on the real thing but marvellous nonetheless. I looked at myself sucking. Not an elegant sight I admit, like a pelican swallowing a fish, but I was good at it and it turned me on. I made plans to make something to hold the thing so I could attach it to the wall and suck it while I played my video of me blowing Philippe and swallowing his hot Jism. Then I planned to turn round and sink my bum onto his hung duplicate and finally feel what all those inches would be like inside me. I was really getting carried away with excitement but first I had to get my tools out and make a mount for the thing. Carefully I cut narrowing concentric holes that would hold it as it widened at its root and I taped them to avoid any surface damage to the beautiful thing. I marked out a height on my bedroom wall, I figured the perfect height for kneeling was just about ideal for bumming and I screwed the huge dick onto the wall. I positioned my long mirror for the best view and stood for a while just looking at all those pink inches bending under their considerable weight, just like the real thing.
That night and again the next morning I deep-throated Philippe’s ghost cock in a heady daze. I spoke to it. I worshipped it as if he were standing there and I felt no embarrassment at all. I really relaxed and pushed myself up and down it’s length. I masturbated and leaked excitement from my cock as I made out with the tireless silicon stud. Finally I sucked it while fingering my lubed hole. I stood and bent my legs a little and fed the huge head into my butt. I took it slow, each inch was a thrill but I have never had more than 8 inches before and I spoke to the absent Philippe as I reached my limit. somehow my throat was more capable than my ass.
“Please fuck me Sir!” I said passionately to the empty room and began to ram myself back onto the pink shaft. I came quickly, barely touching my semi erect cock. It ached out of me and I slipped off the dildo onto my knees as the pulses of dribbling semen left my convulsing body.
“Thank you Sir.” I whispered. Finally, by proxy, Philippe had fucked me.
To ensure I was alone I told Hiro we would spend the weekend together and clearly my feelings for him were growing stronger as I was increasingly sure I would have to be honest with him about other men or stop seeing them. Nevertheless Philippe and his third leg would arrive at 1pm the next day and nothing could stop me worshipping that splendid mature penis. At 12.30 the bell rang and I buzzed the door and centred myself for my precious last time with Philippe. However to my shock it was Tom who entered.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you I was coming. I was visiting friends down the road and thought we might have some fun?” He said brightly.
“Oh god! I would, I would love to. Of course I would…” I stuttered out.
“But you have company?” He raised a knowing eyebrow.
“No, no. No one is here. Well, not yet anyway!”
“Oh I see! Who is it then? What are you up to? Not that hung guy?” His eyes widened.
“Well yes actually, It is that hung guy but he is very particular. He only allowed you to watch from behind the screen that one time. He doesn’t want you here today, I’m sorry.”
“Oh come on, can’t I just wait quietly until you are done? It’s a long way home and we haven’t done anything in ages!? He begged. I looked at his sweet young eyes and gave in.
“Ok, but i’m going to tie you up. I’m gonna gag you and you can’t watch.” I said firmly.
“Oh come on that’s not fair!”
“It’s that or go home.” I insisted. Tom loved being bound up so he capitulated with a devious smile and I stripped him naked and bound him face down on my bed. I was staring at his delicious bum when the bell rand once more. In came Philippe, a man more than thirty years older than Tom. I stopped him at the door and quietly confessed that I did have someone here, the voyeur from before but he was gagged and blindfolded so he could not observe.
“How interesting.” Said Philippe. “Show me.”
I took him to my bedroom door and he looked down on the naked bound figure of Tom.
“Do you fuck that little bottom Ben?” He said as if in confidence.
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“I don’t blame you. It’s very… feminine… for a male posterior.” He undressed in the hallway as before and stood tall and fit, for a man of his age. His long black socks still on.
‘It’ hung there, like a forearm between his thighs. I could feel it’s gravity in my loins. I almost snorted as I took in it’s soft power.
“Are you sure he can’t see out of that blindfold?” he asked.
“Yes It’s proper blackout stuff. I can close the door if you would prefer?”
“No, no. I think you should bring him out and place him here beside us. It will be a novelty for us. Present, but without vision. An excitement for him as well I’m sure?” He suggested.
I was delighted by this idea and manoeuvred Tom out to the hall and placed him on his knees. He couldn’t move much unless it was to fall on his side. I told him to be quiet and stay still. He nodded. I knelt as well, carefully, as though beginning a Japanese tea ceremony. I lifted Philippe’s wonderful organ with my left hand and cupped the weight of his long hanging balls with my right.
“I have been highly aroused on my way here today Ben. I am quite wet, like a teenager on a date. I can clean up first if you want?”
I could see the shiny tip. He had pre cum all over the head under the foreskin.
“No that won’t be necessary.” I said breathily. God how I wanted that wet head. I slipped my tongue under there and slid around collecting his essence like it was the last spacedust in the packet. It delighted my tastebuds just as much. I had that big eel in my throat in under a minute. I was psychologically ready to take it and I took control of my bobbing cock worship, rarely choking, I worked him up into a zone of turgid ecstasy. Tom breathed loudly through his nostrils next to me as the slurps and gasps filled his ears. He was rigid himself, the sound was pumping blood into his upward pointing prick.
Philippe was enjoying himself and slapped me about with his manhood. That is absolute bliss for me. I wanted to be bruised from his cock beating. I was spiritually inhaling every particle of this last religious experience. He stood back.
“Make him stand.” He ordered. I lifted tom to an upright position. His hands were behind his back and his feet were together so I was conscious he could loose his balance. Philippe gestured towards Tom’s stiff penis and nodded his head when I pointed to my own mouth. I was being ordered to suck Tom as Philippe watched curiously. I took all of Tom with ease and began to work him with my tongue. He wavered and Philippe grabbed his upper arm to steady him.
“All the way Ben.” He instructed. Tom was breathing hard through his nose and It was obvious he would last a tiny fraction of the time Philippe had enjoyed in my mouth. He came hard, almost bending double. Philippe pulled him up, put a hand on his young cheeks and pushed him into my mouth to finish. I gulped it all down. Philippe lowered Tom to the floor with one strong arm.
“My turn.” He said simply and I began a shallow vigorous tonguing of the first 3 or 4 inches of his splendid length. He made a small manly grunt above me and his heavy load rushed down his pipes in peristaltic waves and gushed out onto my indebted tongue. He pumped and squeezed every drop out with his elegant fingers until his pleasure was over. I delved my tongue through his man cum, slushing it against my teeth, almost sighing with dirty satisfaction, and then loudly swallowed the last of it. He waited for me, knowing I like to kiss it goodbye. I lifted it once more. So heavy, so impressive. I kissed it because I loved it. I kissed the weighty shaft and left it to hang, spent but beautiful.
Philippe washed and dressed and shook my hand.
“Thank you Ben.” He said softly. “You know… this endowment of mine always seemed to be asking for special attention. I know you feel the same way. It would have been a shame to have never have it reach its potential don’t you think?”
“It sounds silly but I love it. Not you I mean… it! I will be sad not to hold it again.” I replied sincerely. “I’m going to miss it.”
“I have a present for you in my bag. A little surprise for you. A parting gift. I will leave it for you on the chair. I hope you find happiness with your young friend in there. Good luck Ben. Good luck for the future.”
I thanked him gushingly. This wasn’t a relationship of lovers. It had been more an exploration of aesthetic beauty than pure lust. I loved Philippe’s penis because it was a beautiful example of a well hung cock. That gave it real beguiling power over me. He was a discreet gentleman with one naughty little secret. I was so lucky to be the keeper of that secret. An envelope and a cloth bag lay on my hall chair.
I was left highly aroused and masturbated hard with my back to the front door. Philippe’s taste and smell enveloped my senses as I briefly closed my eyes in reverie and stroked. Down the hallway Tom lay on his side. I grabbed him and picked him up fireman style, catching my bouncing inches in the mirror as I walked, and threw him face down on the bed. I straddled him and used his pretty buns for an assjob. Eventually I was rubbing so much across his anus that I needed to cum. I undid his gag and before I could ask he turned and said…
“Cum in me!”
I grabbed some lube and smeared my cockhead. I entered him quickly and barely survived a few seconds in his warm embrace before throbbing my hot Jism into his backside. I was shaking. His ring tightened on me as I softened and slipped out of his body.
“Fuck, I am so fucked.” I said. Tom, blindfolded and bound lay next to me on his stomach.
“Speak for yourself!” He mocked. “Im the one full of cum!”
Later when I said goodbye to Tom I noticed the cloth bag Philippe had left on the hall chair. I picked it up and felt it had quite a weight. There was a cardboard tube and an envelope. I opened the envelope to find a very generous sum in fifties and a note… ‘Ben, You would have enjoyed helping me make this. It won’t require appointments.’ Suddenly I knew what was in the tube. With excitement I popped an end cap off and slid a flesh coloured silicon facsimile of Philippe’s cock into my hand. I was open mouthed with delight. He had used one of those clone a willy kits and made me the best present anyone had ever given me. I was so touched I teared up.
I stepped into the bathroom and held it up to my face. Goodness me… I could take all of that to the root? It looked impossible. I kissed it and studied it. It was all a single crude tone of flesh pink of course. No freckles, no colour in the head but It did have the detail of his retracted foreskin and the bulges where his veins crossed the shaft. I sucked the big beautiful silicon glans. I worked it deeper, back and forth. Not a patch on the real thing but marvellous nonetheless. I looked at myself sucking. Not an elegant sight I admit, like a pelican swallowing a fish, but I was good at it and it turned me on. I made plans to make something to hold the thing so I could attach it to the wall and suck it while I played my video of me blowing Philippe and swallowing his hot Jism. Then I planned to turn round and sink my bum onto his hung duplicate and finally feel what all those inches would be like inside me. I was really getting carried away with excitement but first I had to get my tools out and make a mount for the thing. Carefully I cut narrowing concentric holes that would hold it as it widened at its root and I taped them to avoid any surface damage to the beautiful thing. I marked out a height on my bedroom wall, I figured the perfect height for kneeling was just about ideal for bumming and I screwed the huge dick onto the wall. I positioned my long mirror for the best view and stood for a while just looking at all those pink inches bending under their considerable weight, just like the real thing.
That night and again the next morning I deep-throated Philippe’s ghost cock in a heady daze. I spoke to it. I worshipped it as if he were standing there and I felt no embarrassment at all. I really relaxed and pushed myself up and down it’s length. I masturbated and leaked excitement from my cock as I made out with the tireless silicon stud. Finally I sucked it while fingering my lubed hole. I stood and bent my legs a little and fed the huge head into my butt. I took it slow, each inch was a thrill but I have never had more than 8 inches before and I spoke to the absent Philippe as I reached my limit. somehow my throat was more capable than my ass.
“Please fuck me Sir!” I said passionately to the empty room and began to ram myself back onto the pink shaft. I came quickly, barely touching my semi erect cock. It ached out of me and I slipped off the dildo onto my knees as the pulses of dribbling semen left my convulsing body.
“Thank you Sir.” I whispered. Finally, by proxy, Philippe had fucked me.
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