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I watch.
I see the stiff dick - long, thick and an intoxicating sight. The hand moving up and down the shaft, the tasty-looking foreskin sliding back over the fruit at the head.
The club was good tonight. Muscular guys, a packed dancefloor. As the night went on me and my buddy ended up in a group. Dancing, laughing, our t-shirts pulled over our heads and cast aside. He made his choice early - disappeared into the darkness at the seats round the edge of the action with a slim blond. Taking care of each other. I'll hear about it tomorrow.
I was on the floor for longer. Eyes on me. Stroked by fellow-dancers a lot, kissed by a few, nipples pulled and twisted hard by one young muscle twink as his tongue slipped down my throat. Fuck, the look in his eyes. I returned the compliment, running my hands over his abs, tugging and lowering my head to suck his thick teats as his hands cupped my ass.
"Come home with me," I said.
My bedroom. He's on the chair by my bed, the one I use for internet hook-ups. His rigid dick is pulled with urgency about it, speed increasing as he feels the first sensation of the spunk to cum. His whole shaft tingles, his knob swells, ripens. He strokes his heavy balls.
I rub myself though the clinging underwear I have on. I'll get mine later. This is about my mouth and his hard fuckmeat.
I walk over from the doorway to the chair where he is sitting. He smiles as he pulls his t-shirt off. Smooth bare skin and muscle.
"What age are you?" I breathe.
"Eighteen," he promises.
"Oh fuck, yes."
I lean forward, grip his wrist and ease his hand away from his cock. I replace it with mine and feel the hot penis, stiff as a fucking board against my palm and fingers. The skin's like velvet in my grip. Velvet over stone. My mouth is watering.
He groans, his tongue flickering over his lips, as I begin to jerk him off. That's all I do for a minute or so, then toss my head, my long hair swinging to one side, and lower my face to his. We kiss deeply, tongues teasing, then pushing together, hard. His cock burns in my hand. I want it in my mouth.
I go down on him, my mouth sucking, tongue licking on his shaft, still gripping it, still wanking him, but now into my face. My free hand mashes his balls, feeling their weight. He bucks his hips, cock pulsing. I suck harder, deeper, tugging his fluid up the shaft to his piss-hole.
Precum leaks in my mouth and my mind races at the taste. I look up, free his cock from my mouth, and tell him what I want.
"Cum for me. Shoot your fucking load in my mouth. I need it."
I begin sucking again, this time in a frenzy, jerking his meat as he moans, bucks and then yells: "Oh, fuck, yes!" and loses his cream in my mouth.
Mind racing as I stroke the thin material of my underwear, I can feel my own fucklube leaking out as he baptises my mouth with spunk.
Three or four thick jets, salty and hot, filling my mouth and covering my tongue and tastebuds in flavour. I groan, relishing the taste, the thickness of the juice I just sucked from this man.
I swirl it around my mouth for the flavour, look into his eyes and swallow.
He whimpers as I drain him dry, licking the shining head of his tool clean of cum. It takes a while before I rise from my knees, licking my lips and brushing my fingers over each of my bare, hard nipples.
His breath panting, sweat on his brow and chest, his eyes stare under heavy lids. I take out my cock and grip it, taking a step towards his open mouth as he licks his lips.
I tell him what I want.
"Suck me."
I see the stiff dick - long, thick and an intoxicating sight. The hand moving up and down the shaft, the tasty-looking foreskin sliding back over the fruit at the head.
The club was good tonight. Muscular guys, a packed dancefloor. As the night went on me and my buddy ended up in a group. Dancing, laughing, our t-shirts pulled over our heads and cast aside. He made his choice early - disappeared into the darkness at the seats round the edge of the action with a slim blond. Taking care of each other. I'll hear about it tomorrow.
I was on the floor for longer. Eyes on me. Stroked by fellow-dancers a lot, kissed by a few, nipples pulled and twisted hard by one young muscle twink as his tongue slipped down my throat. Fuck, the look in his eyes. I returned the compliment, running my hands over his abs, tugging and lowering my head to suck his thick teats as his hands cupped my ass.
"Come home with me," I said.
My bedroom. He's on the chair by my bed, the one I use for internet hook-ups. His rigid dick is pulled with urgency about it, speed increasing as he feels the first sensation of the spunk to cum. His whole shaft tingles, his knob swells, ripens. He strokes his heavy balls.
I rub myself though the clinging underwear I have on. I'll get mine later. This is about my mouth and his hard fuckmeat.
I walk over from the doorway to the chair where he is sitting. He smiles as he pulls his t-shirt off. Smooth bare skin and muscle.
"What age are you?" I breathe.
"Eighteen," he promises.
"Oh fuck, yes."
I lean forward, grip his wrist and ease his hand away from his cock. I replace it with mine and feel the hot penis, stiff as a fucking board against my palm and fingers. The skin's like velvet in my grip. Velvet over stone. My mouth is watering.
He groans, his tongue flickering over his lips, as I begin to jerk him off. That's all I do for a minute or so, then toss my head, my long hair swinging to one side, and lower my face to his. We kiss deeply, tongues teasing, then pushing together, hard. His cock burns in my hand. I want it in my mouth.
I go down on him, my mouth sucking, tongue licking on his shaft, still gripping it, still wanking him, but now into my face. My free hand mashes his balls, feeling their weight. He bucks his hips, cock pulsing. I suck harder, deeper, tugging his fluid up the shaft to his piss-hole.
Precum leaks in my mouth and my mind races at the taste. I look up, free his cock from my mouth, and tell him what I want.
"Cum for me. Shoot your fucking load in my mouth. I need it."
I begin sucking again, this time in a frenzy, jerking his meat as he moans, bucks and then yells: "Oh, fuck, yes!" and loses his cream in my mouth.
Mind racing as I stroke the thin material of my underwear, I can feel my own fucklube leaking out as he baptises my mouth with spunk.
Three or four thick jets, salty and hot, filling my mouth and covering my tongue and tastebuds in flavour. I groan, relishing the taste, the thickness of the juice I just sucked from this man.
I swirl it around my mouth for the flavour, look into his eyes and swallow.
He whimpers as I drain him dry, licking the shining head of his tool clean of cum. It takes a while before I rise from my knees, licking my lips and brushing my fingers over each of my bare, hard nipples.
His breath panting, sweat on his brow and chest, his eyes stare under heavy lids. I take out my cock and grip it, taking a step towards his open mouth as he licks his lips.
I tell him what I want.
"Suck me."
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