A Blindfolded Mum At Camp
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I walked off the elevator and turned the corner. I quickly glanced at my phone again. Triple-checking the address and making sure I had the right apartment number. I looked up and there it was. I took a deep breath. I repeated the instructions in my head. "Your blindfold will be hanging on the door. Come inside, strip to your underwear, and put it on." I slowly opened the door.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather, lack there of. The front door led to a hall with a door way on the left and obviously the living room straight ahead. I could make that the living room was only lit by several candles s**ttered throughout, but I couldn't see any figures ahead of me. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was the blindfold hanging on the door. I turned back to the living room, longing to see someone, but there was nothing. I started to strip.
I tossed my clothes in a pile against the wall and was now standing in nothing but a red and black jock strap. I hesitantly put the blindfold on. It was soft, cushioned, and was cut to fit my face like a sleeping mask, but most importantly it worked; I couldn't see a damn thing. I stood there for a moment. I suddenly realized that that's where the instructions had stopped. Was I just supposed to wait there? Or should I call out? "I'm ready," I finally decided to say. I heard a noise. It sounded like someone walking mesh gym shorts. I felt a large hand cup my bulge. I tried not to jump, but I couldn't help but gasp. I felt the presence of a very tall man cirling around me as the hand drifted away from my bulge. This was clearly the hockey player I spoke to. Suddenly those masculine hands were on my shoulders, gently pushing me forward. I walked blindly with caution. His hands weren't the only thing that guided me, though, I soon felt his throbbing bulge press between my ass cheeks. It was meaty quite hard, but obviously pointed down in his shorts. "Holy fuck... That thing is fat..." I thought, practically feeling the entire shaft against my crack.
I stumbled a bit into what I could tell was the livingroom. His hands left my shoulders and I no longer felt his bulge against my ass. I could hear the movement of his mesh shorts, but I couldn't tell where he was. It then dawned on me that I had no idea if we were alone. I knew that the hockey player had set up this evening with some "hung twink" but I had no idea if he was there or not. For all I knew this hockey player was just staring me up and down and we might have been waiting for the twink to arrive. But then I felt his strong hand grab my wrist. He guided it in front of me until it was placed on a smooth chest. I felt a small hand get placed onto my chest as well. I started to feel what was in front of me. He wasn't lying when he said he was a twink. For years I had thought of myself as a twink before I started to bulk up, but I never was this small. I felt his other hand on the top of my abs as he started to explore me. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arm over his shoulder. He was so much shorter than me--maybe 5'8 or so--that it was so easy to reach over his shoulder and start caressing his smooth back. My other hand glided from his chest and up his neck. I started to "see" his face with my hands. Big, soft lips and cheeks still graced with baby fat. I also knew I wasn't being cheated because I could feel his blindfold was on too. I knew then that neither of us had any idea of what we really looked like.
But the hockey player did. I could hear him shuffle out of his mesh shorts. It started to really turn me on knowing that me and this boy were being watched as we fondled and felt each other. I embraced the boy and he hugged me back. My hands started sliding down his small back and I firmly cupped his cute little ass, to which he let out a soft moan. This was the first I had heard of this boy's voice and I answered with a moan of my own as I fondled his cheeks through his briefs. My moan seemed so much more manly than his as he continued to let out more and more girly moans. I pulled away from him and started kissing his neck. I kissed down his soft chest and gently sucked on his nipples one at a time. He was so much shorter than me that I had to immediately get on my knees to be eye level with his chest. I started kissing the top of his hairless abs and traveling downward. My hands explored his small thighs and my kisses stopped at the top of his waistband. I nudged my nose into his bulge to try and get a sense of its size. The hockey player wasn't lying when he said this twink was hung. He was still only half hard, but I could tell that it was easily 8 inches already. I kissed the huge meat through his briefs and tucked my fingers into his waistband. I started pulling his underwear down and his huge cock sprung out and smacked me in the face. My hands grabbed the base of it and it started to engorge and grow in my fist. I couldn't believe how huge this boy was. Such a slim twink with such a massive cock. I swear, this thing was practically the size of his thigh, he was so tiny and it was so big. I started to flick the tip of it with my tongue and was greeted with a surprise. He was pierced! I had never sucked a pierced dick before, but I wasn't about to turn back now. I started suckling on the head, feeling the little ball of his piercing roll around on my tongue. Having no sight, my new dominant sense was my mouth as I felt his uncut cock go deeper and deeper as I started sucking more.
It was so massive, I was only able to really get a little more than half of it in my mouth. I felt his small hands travel to the back of my head. He didn't really push my head onto his cock, it was more just like they were there so that he could watch with his hands that I was bobbing up and down on him. It was a soft, tender blowjob. I could tell he was a gentle thing and was not about to shove me deep onto his cock... But he was not the only person in the room. I could feel a much larger hand on the back of my head start to push me hard onto his cock. I started gagging as I was shoved deeper and deeper onto the massive shaft. The hand didn't let go until I had deepthroated it. I felt the metal of his piercing dangling in the back of my throat. The hand released me and I flew off the cock, gagging. I was shocked, but I didn't want to stop, and I certainly did not want to disappoint the watcher, so as soon as I caught my breath I launched back onto the cock and started sucking it faster. The firm hand pressed me on it deeper again, only this time it didn't keep me thee; it started to bob me back and forth on the twink's cock, deepthroating it fast. When the hand released me I pulled off the cock again to catch my breath, but when I did I could feel my hands get slapped away from the boy's thighs. I could hear that the hockey player was grabbing him and moving him away from me. I heard what sounded like someone sitting down on a couch, but had no idea what was going on.
Lost in the dark, I waited for guidance. I soon felt the strong hands on my shoulders guiding me forward. I walked on my knees until the hockey player stopped me. He grabbed my hands and put them on what was in front of me. I could now tell that the twink was now on his knees on the couch with his ass facing me. My hands were on his cheeks and I knew that right in front of me was his asshole. It was clear what he wanted me to do next.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather, lack there of. The front door led to a hall with a door way on the left and obviously the living room straight ahead. I could make that the living room was only lit by several candles s**ttered throughout, but I couldn't see any figures ahead of me. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was the blindfold hanging on the door. I turned back to the living room, longing to see someone, but there was nothing. I started to strip.
I tossed my clothes in a pile against the wall and was now standing in nothing but a red and black jock strap. I hesitantly put the blindfold on. It was soft, cushioned, and was cut to fit my face like a sleeping mask, but most importantly it worked; I couldn't see a damn thing. I stood there for a moment. I suddenly realized that that's where the instructions had stopped. Was I just supposed to wait there? Or should I call out? "I'm ready," I finally decided to say. I heard a noise. It sounded like someone walking mesh gym shorts. I felt a large hand cup my bulge. I tried not to jump, but I couldn't help but gasp. I felt the presence of a very tall man cirling around me as the hand drifted away from my bulge. This was clearly the hockey player I spoke to. Suddenly those masculine hands were on my shoulders, gently pushing me forward. I walked blindly with caution. His hands weren't the only thing that guided me, though, I soon felt his throbbing bulge press between my ass cheeks. It was meaty quite hard, but obviously pointed down in his shorts. "Holy fuck... That thing is fat..." I thought, practically feeling the entire shaft against my crack.
I stumbled a bit into what I could tell was the livingroom. His hands left my shoulders and I no longer felt his bulge against my ass. I could hear the movement of his mesh shorts, but I couldn't tell where he was. It then dawned on me that I had no idea if we were alone. I knew that the hockey player had set up this evening with some "hung twink" but I had no idea if he was there or not. For all I knew this hockey player was just staring me up and down and we might have been waiting for the twink to arrive. But then I felt his strong hand grab my wrist. He guided it in front of me until it was placed on a smooth chest. I felt a small hand get placed onto my chest as well. I started to feel what was in front of me. He wasn't lying when he said he was a twink. For years I had thought of myself as a twink before I started to bulk up, but I never was this small. I felt his other hand on the top of my abs as he started to explore me. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arm over his shoulder. He was so much shorter than me--maybe 5'8 or so--that it was so easy to reach over his shoulder and start caressing his smooth back. My other hand glided from his chest and up his neck. I started to "see" his face with my hands. Big, soft lips and cheeks still graced with baby fat. I also knew I wasn't being cheated because I could feel his blindfold was on too. I knew then that neither of us had any idea of what we really looked like.
But the hockey player did. I could hear him shuffle out of his mesh shorts. It started to really turn me on knowing that me and this boy were being watched as we fondled and felt each other. I embraced the boy and he hugged me back. My hands started sliding down his small back and I firmly cupped his cute little ass, to which he let out a soft moan. This was the first I had heard of this boy's voice and I answered with a moan of my own as I fondled his cheeks through his briefs. My moan seemed so much more manly than his as he continued to let out more and more girly moans. I pulled away from him and started kissing his neck. I kissed down his soft chest and gently sucked on his nipples one at a time. He was so much shorter than me that I had to immediately get on my knees to be eye level with his chest. I started kissing the top of his hairless abs and traveling downward. My hands explored his small thighs and my kisses stopped at the top of his waistband. I nudged my nose into his bulge to try and get a sense of its size. The hockey player wasn't lying when he said this twink was hung. He was still only half hard, but I could tell that it was easily 8 inches already. I kissed the huge meat through his briefs and tucked my fingers into his waistband. I started pulling his underwear down and his huge cock sprung out and smacked me in the face. My hands grabbed the base of it and it started to engorge and grow in my fist. I couldn't believe how huge this boy was. Such a slim twink with such a massive cock. I swear, this thing was practically the size of his thigh, he was so tiny and it was so big. I started to flick the tip of it with my tongue and was greeted with a surprise. He was pierced! I had never sucked a pierced dick before, but I wasn't about to turn back now. I started suckling on the head, feeling the little ball of his piercing roll around on my tongue. Having no sight, my new dominant sense was my mouth as I felt his uncut cock go deeper and deeper as I started sucking more.
It was so massive, I was only able to really get a little more than half of it in my mouth. I felt his small hands travel to the back of my head. He didn't really push my head onto his cock, it was more just like they were there so that he could watch with his hands that I was bobbing up and down on him. It was a soft, tender blowjob. I could tell he was a gentle thing and was not about to shove me deep onto his cock... But he was not the only person in the room. I could feel a much larger hand on the back of my head start to push me hard onto his cock. I started gagging as I was shoved deeper and deeper onto the massive shaft. The hand didn't let go until I had deepthroated it. I felt the metal of his piercing dangling in the back of my throat. The hand released me and I flew off the cock, gagging. I was shocked, but I didn't want to stop, and I certainly did not want to disappoint the watcher, so as soon as I caught my breath I launched back onto the cock and started sucking it faster. The firm hand pressed me on it deeper again, only this time it didn't keep me thee; it started to bob me back and forth on the twink's cock, deepthroating it fast. When the hand released me I pulled off the cock again to catch my breath, but when I did I could feel my hands get slapped away from the boy's thighs. I could hear that the hockey player was grabbing him and moving him away from me. I heard what sounded like someone sitting down on a couch, but had no idea what was going on.
Lost in the dark, I waited for guidance. I soon felt the strong hands on my shoulders guiding me forward. I walked on my knees until the hockey player stopped me. He grabbed my hands and put them on what was in front of me. I could now tell that the twink was now on his knees on the couch with his ass facing me. My hands were on his cheeks and I knew that right in front of me was his asshole. It was clear what he wanted me to do next.
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