The names James Hard On Part IV
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The Name's James Hard-on. Part I free porn video
In case you are wondering, this is a James Bond gay spoof.
Riding in a personal escort vehicle and in the back, I felt nice and cozy in my suit and white tie. I looked down as I sat in the large seat and could feel a nice poking in my black trousers. A nice tent rising up to meet me as I got comfy in my dress slacks. Damn it felt so good to be horny!
The portable screen in front of me shut on and a white haired woman named B appeared. I almost closed my legs at the surprise. I was never used to that woman showing up unexpectedly.
"James Hard-on."
"That's my name."
"Enough of your jerking around and listen to me. I must inform you of a developing case that I told you about. A man named Jergens Noblofeld is preparing for the worst thing you could possibly ask for."
"Really? And what is so threatening about this kook."
"He is planning to rid the world of potency. He plans on destroying sex worldwide."
My balls almost shot into my body at the thought of it!
"Shirley you can't be serious, B."
"I am completely serious. The only word we have so far is that a man who works for him can be found at this gymnasium. His name is Holden Wadd and his skin samples were found on a can of mysterious contents. We believe it is one agent in developing this anti-sex drive substance."
"Uh huh."
"Word is that his personal files were destroyed by Noblofeld so we have no physical image of him. You will have to go into this gym and track the man down yourself."
"Sure. He will possibly leave in a few minutes so you have to act and think fast."
He was soon at a not too far off parking lot. They quickly let him off.
Soon he is at the front. A young woman stops him. "Hi. Wanna join?"
"Maybe. But can I look at the things you are all working with? I want to try it out before I buy it."
"Was that supposed to be some smooth talk? Whatever. Just go that way."
Before he leaves he actually bribes her with a one-hundred dollar bill to let him have easy (and somewhat private) access to the gym.
He whipped out his gadget. A small device that let him know of Holden Wadd's known info:
Based on DNA sample:
He is Caucasian.
Is not red-haired (or full-blooded).
Has possible freckle on his hand.
James was a little surprised. "Damn how much skin did they possibly find to come to these conclusions?"
He saw at one location a man near a machine a woman was using. He could see that the guy was holding a cup of energy juice in his left hand. He could see even from fairly far away that the man did not have a freckle.
He saw eventually one man just come in. He probably had just dressed in his blue baggy shorts and grey tank top. The man had graying hair but was still well-built. Into his possible forties (or thirties because men could gray at any age really).
James had a hunch (and he thought the man was pretty handsome but that was besides the point!).
As soon as he approached him the man eyed him like he was crazy.
The guy spoke. "Hey buddy. A little dolled up for a place like this? What kind of weird person are you?"
He could see in the corner of his eyes a lot of people either getting up to leave or looking like they were getting worked up and were going to leave soon. Now was his chance. The people could leave (but the 100 dollar bill he gave the woman also meant that no one could ever come back in unless James found his man).
As soon as he was close enough he could tell the man had a freckle on his hand.
"Let me guess. Is your name Holden Wadd?"
"How the fuck do you know that?"
"Keep it down, big sir. We can't alarm anyone around here."
He could see it got down to just a couple of people by now. They unfortunately could not hear the commotion.
"What I want to know is what Jergens Noblofeld is planning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Really? Well I have some proof that you have some of your DNA on some critical evidence. If you don't give up this info on Jergens consider yourself put in jail for the full extent of the man's crime."
"What do you mean? You don't have evidence on me. Bull."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. How do you know that you have my DNA. You have no proof from me really."
The last person left the room.
"That is just what I am going to find out."
For a forty year old man he looked like he had some strength. But not enough compared to me (I'm James Hard-on. Come on! Who would take down?_).
Somehow after some wrestling I got a little tense. I realized I could probably not be able to get a skin sample since we had just run against each other (my skin against his). I had to find another way.
"What the fuck are you doing??" he cried as I had him tied up against a machine. His legs spread. His behind somewhat above his seat as he had powerful and lovely thighs.
"Wow. You look like you shave don't you?" I asked.
"What are you talk--"
I pretended I hadn't said that. I realized I had to be professional. And professional I was as I pulled out a large plastic cup and a instant DNA tester. He looked like he started to breathe heavily when he saw the cup.
His arms were bound and behind his head and his eyes looked big as I touched both of his thighs.
I was amazed at how baggy his shorts were. And I relished to feel his warm body a second time as I looked up at him and waggled my eyebrows.
"I am going to get this DNA one way or another."
My hands circled around his thighs. I just wanted to feel the huge width of them. Damn they were gigantic!
Then it happened. Just what I was planning to see..
He had a tent in his shorts that jerked up in little fits and starts.
"That's it."
Then my hands pulled out and they went onto his chest. I felt his fine, hardened abs which were nice and masculine. I tweaked a nipple through his tank top. . . and then the other.
He shuddered in a small pleasure wave.
His penis now seemed to stand at full attention.
"Do you know anything about Noblofeld?"
"No. You can't get anything outta me!"
"Well let's see if I can try..."
I notice he probably went commando because he had a significant amount of pre-cum on the front of his shorts already. It was probably not enough for a sample. I had to take home the full deal. Get a good bit of his man-chowder.
It was easy to get his shorts off as they were easily cut and finally the wonderful, engorged cock was in my face.
It stood at probably 7 inches (though it was no match for my mighty 7.5. I ain't no mighty secret agent for nothing!). It wagged up and down as I breathed on it.
I beheld the mighty prick in my hands. He shuddered another pleasure wave as swelling lust heaved at my own loins.
I started to slide my fingers up and down the shaft. Each delicious stroke brought me closer to anticipated victory!
It did not seem to work.
"You like anal play, Holden?"
I almost was surprised when he seemed to nod.
My other hand went below him, brushed his heavy ball sack and went to his tight hole. I noticed it felt very rough.
"Wow you really do like anal play, Holden Wadd."
My two fingers danced at his buttocks teasing as they didn't probe between them.
But I did keep stroking however. I moved my now tight fist up and down his love pole and soon I heard him cry "Ooh. Come on. Finger me."
"Only if you give me information."
"Never."
I edged and edged him though he was still not "there yet." His balls sagged above my wrist like almost dead wrinkly, bagged gold balls.
Damn Holden Wadd sure knew how to hold in his wad!
My finger probed his hole only briefly. It popped back out when he sighed from the sensation.
I continued to stroke. Now his pre-cum was getting more prevalent, the slipping up and down began getting wetter. "H'oh. Oh. Oh."
"Like that."
I saw his balls climb upwards and I caught him in my trap! I edged him as his eyes closed he started to whisper yes over and over my finger still in his butthole and I let go.
"No!!" I could feel his anus quiver with frustration.
I did it again. And a third time. After about the seventh time he cried out in frustration. "Fine! Noblofeld took a train to New York. He is hoping to get to the airport clear a passport and head to Switzerland. Now please let me go!"
"Let you go?" I said mocking his choice of words.
"Let me CUM!! PLEASE! I WANT IT!"
With the words I finally had, him around my finger (well not literally of course. There were fingers but, you know) I gave in to giving him satisfaction. I crammed two fingers up his pooter as far as I could and then continued to jack him. Then when it wasn't making him cum I pulled them out and wanked his glorious rod and his body jerked and writhed, he sweated onto his lower abdomen, and while I kept the cup positioned he gave out a "Hu--hhuuh" and his red-swelled penis head finally spit out the precious fluid. I was glad that he was able to make so much of it. It just about filled the cup.
Finally after many spurts he looked like he was in a trance of relief and fatigue.
I tested his load and it was positive to Holden Wadd. He was finally connected to the crime. This so far mysterious crime.
As James later caught a l-train he heard his cell ring. Ugh. It was probably B. Hopefully she wouldn't ask too many questions.
Riding in a personal escort vehicle and in the back, I felt nice and cozy in my suit and white tie. I looked down as I sat in the large seat and could feel a nice poking in my black trousers. A nice tent rising up to meet me as I got comfy in my dress slacks. Damn it felt so good to be horny!
The portable screen in front of me shut on and a white haired woman named B appeared. I almost closed my legs at the surprise. I was never used to that woman showing up unexpectedly.
"James Hard-on."
"That's my name."
"Enough of your jerking around and listen to me. I must inform you of a developing case that I told you about. A man named Jergens Noblofeld is preparing for the worst thing you could possibly ask for."
"Really? And what is so threatening about this kook."
"He is planning to rid the world of potency. He plans on destroying sex worldwide."
My balls almost shot into my body at the thought of it!
"Shirley you can't be serious, B."
"I am completely serious. The only word we have so far is that a man who works for him can be found at this gymnasium. His name is Holden Wadd and his skin samples were found on a can of mysterious contents. We believe it is one agent in developing this anti-sex drive substance."
"Uh huh."
"Word is that his personal files were destroyed by Noblofeld so we have no physical image of him. You will have to go into this gym and track the man down yourself."
"Sure. He will possibly leave in a few minutes so you have to act and think fast."
He was soon at a not too far off parking lot. They quickly let him off.
Soon he is at the front. A young woman stops him. "Hi. Wanna join?"
"Maybe. But can I look at the things you are all working with? I want to try it out before I buy it."
"Was that supposed to be some smooth talk? Whatever. Just go that way."
Before he leaves he actually bribes her with a one-hundred dollar bill to let him have easy (and somewhat private) access to the gym.
He whipped out his gadget. A small device that let him know of Holden Wadd's known info:
Based on DNA sample:
He is Caucasian.
Is not red-haired (or full-blooded).
Has possible freckle on his hand.
James was a little surprised. "Damn how much skin did they possibly find to come to these conclusions?"
He saw at one location a man near a machine a woman was using. He could see that the guy was holding a cup of energy juice in his left hand. He could see even from fairly far away that the man did not have a freckle.
He saw eventually one man just come in. He probably had just dressed in his blue baggy shorts and grey tank top. The man had graying hair but was still well-built. Into his possible forties (or thirties because men could gray at any age really).
James had a hunch (and he thought the man was pretty handsome but that was besides the point!).
As soon as he approached him the man eyed him like he was crazy.
The guy spoke. "Hey buddy. A little dolled up for a place like this? What kind of weird person are you?"
He could see in the corner of his eyes a lot of people either getting up to leave or looking like they were getting worked up and were going to leave soon. Now was his chance. The people could leave (but the 100 dollar bill he gave the woman also meant that no one could ever come back in unless James found his man).
As soon as he was close enough he could tell the man had a freckle on his hand.
"Let me guess. Is your name Holden Wadd?"
"How the fuck do you know that?"
"Keep it down, big sir. We can't alarm anyone around here."
He could see it got down to just a couple of people by now. They unfortunately could not hear the commotion.
"What I want to know is what Jergens Noblofeld is planning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Really? Well I have some proof that you have some of your DNA on some critical evidence. If you don't give up this info on Jergens consider yourself put in jail for the full extent of the man's crime."
"What do you mean? You don't have evidence on me. Bull."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. How do you know that you have my DNA. You have no proof from me really."
The last person left the room.
"That is just what I am going to find out."
For a forty year old man he looked like he had some strength. But not enough compared to me (I'm James Hard-on. Come on! Who would take down?_).
Somehow after some wrestling I got a little tense. I realized I could probably not be able to get a skin sample since we had just run against each other (my skin against his). I had to find another way.
"What the fuck are you doing??" he cried as I had him tied up against a machine. His legs spread. His behind somewhat above his seat as he had powerful and lovely thighs.
"Wow. You look like you shave don't you?" I asked.
"What are you talk--"
I pretended I hadn't said that. I realized I had to be professional. And professional I was as I pulled out a large plastic cup and a instant DNA tester. He looked like he started to breathe heavily when he saw the cup.
His arms were bound and behind his head and his eyes looked big as I touched both of his thighs.
I was amazed at how baggy his shorts were. And I relished to feel his warm body a second time as I looked up at him and waggled my eyebrows.
"I am going to get this DNA one way or another."
My hands circled around his thighs. I just wanted to feel the huge width of them. Damn they were gigantic!
Then it happened. Just what I was planning to see..
He had a tent in his shorts that jerked up in little fits and starts.
"That's it."
Then my hands pulled out and they went onto his chest. I felt his fine, hardened abs which were nice and masculine. I tweaked a nipple through his tank top. . . and then the other.
He shuddered in a small pleasure wave.
His penis now seemed to stand at full attention.
"Do you know anything about Noblofeld?"
"No. You can't get anything outta me!"
"Well let's see if I can try..."
I notice he probably went commando because he had a significant amount of pre-cum on the front of his shorts already. It was probably not enough for a sample. I had to take home the full deal. Get a good bit of his man-chowder.
It was easy to get his shorts off as they were easily cut and finally the wonderful, engorged cock was in my face.
It stood at probably 7 inches (though it was no match for my mighty 7.5. I ain't no mighty secret agent for nothing!). It wagged up and down as I breathed on it.
I beheld the mighty prick in my hands. He shuddered another pleasure wave as swelling lust heaved at my own loins.
I started to slide my fingers up and down the shaft. Each delicious stroke brought me closer to anticipated victory!
It did not seem to work.
"You like anal play, Holden?"
I almost was surprised when he seemed to nod.
My other hand went below him, brushed his heavy ball sack and went to his tight hole. I noticed it felt very rough.
"Wow you really do like anal play, Holden Wadd."
My two fingers danced at his buttocks teasing as they didn't probe between them.
But I did keep stroking however. I moved my now tight fist up and down his love pole and soon I heard him cry "Ooh. Come on. Finger me."
"Only if you give me information."
"Never."
I edged and edged him though he was still not "there yet." His balls sagged above my wrist like almost dead wrinkly, bagged gold balls.
Damn Holden Wadd sure knew how to hold in his wad!
My finger probed his hole only briefly. It popped back out when he sighed from the sensation.
I continued to stroke. Now his pre-cum was getting more prevalent, the slipping up and down began getting wetter. "H'oh. Oh. Oh."
"Like that."
I saw his balls climb upwards and I caught him in my trap! I edged him as his eyes closed he started to whisper yes over and over my finger still in his butthole and I let go.
"No!!" I could feel his anus quiver with frustration.
I did it again. And a third time. After about the seventh time he cried out in frustration. "Fine! Noblofeld took a train to New York. He is hoping to get to the airport clear a passport and head to Switzerland. Now please let me go!"
"Let you go?" I said mocking his choice of words.
"Let me CUM!! PLEASE! I WANT IT!"
With the words I finally had, him around my finger (well not literally of course. There were fingers but, you know) I gave in to giving him satisfaction. I crammed two fingers up his pooter as far as I could and then continued to jack him. Then when it wasn't making him cum I pulled them out and wanked his glorious rod and his body jerked and writhed, he sweated onto his lower abdomen, and while I kept the cup positioned he gave out a "Hu--hhuuh" and his red-swelled penis head finally spit out the precious fluid. I was glad that he was able to make so much of it. It just about filled the cup.
Finally after many spurts he looked like he was in a trance of relief and fatigue.
I tested his load and it was positive to Holden Wadd. He was finally connected to the crime. This so far mysterious crime.
As James later caught a l-train he heard his cell ring. Ugh. It was probably B. Hopefully she wouldn't ask too many questions.
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