Sorry I've not been on hear for a bit but I haven't been feeling to good with my depression and anxiety and eczema it started to clear up a bit but it's come back I've got to see a dermatologist next month hopefully they can do something hope you are all keeping well and staying safe and everything is going OK for you all

I wonder what the story and or deal is with, "Playgirl", and in recent history too?    As in the last couple of decades in terms of doing film and video if not a few decades?    I mean I guess they have had home videos since the early 1980's?    Like, "Playboy"?    I am not sure when, "Playboy started doing real sex videos and hardcore ones at that?    I wonder what the time line was for, "Playgirl", was as well in terms of how that all   unfolded?    This looked and looks like modern day top notch material in terms of production and the guy is quality material.     I also have always understood that, "Playgirl", was marketed towards a specific market being the female sex.    I wonder if and how it might have changed any over time and what the time line for that might have been as well.   I also understood it was never that big of a seller...I wonder what the facts are there, too?     I wonder what all more they have, show, and provide?      (Pretty sure from their website, huh?)

 

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This video is great but I sure wish that it did or does not end where and or when it does!    Does anyone know the name of it and or the performers and or maybe where it can be found in its entirety?

 

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Late afternoon in winter. Light fading, clear but cold. Quiet here in the country. The silence is broken by the sound of an old clunker as it labours up my driveway. I’m guessing it’s Amazon. Sure enough, from my window I see a tall, lithe form get out of the car, find a package and head to my door. He’s very black, and not well dressed for this climate. I’m guessing a new immigrant, starting a new life. I meet him at the door, take the parcel, thank him for coming all this way on such a cold day. He has a radiant smile and an easy lope as her strides back to the car.

 

I was way too old for him, and nowhere near as handsome but I was happily fantasizing about sex with him as I resumed my seat at my desk. I cannot see him in his car, but it’s not moving. After a minute, he gets out, lifts the hood, looks inside, takes out his phone. He talks for a while on the phone, seems agitated. He signs off, puts the phone away, walks back to my door. I let him in; he’s quite upset, and obviously very cold. His friend can’t come help with the car until tomorrow. There are no other practical transport options this far out in the country. He looks desperate, all wound up. I tell him that I have a spare room and he can stay over. The relief on his face is plain and I can see his body relax. “Man, I don’t know how to repay you:” “Don’t worry about that”. But he’s still shivering: “Come take a shower and get warm”. I take him by his very cold hand and we go upstairs. I turn on the water, leave him by the shower door, tell him I’ll get a towel. I return to see him naked – and what a sight. His body was every bit as hot as I’d thought - a swimmers body and a tight ass - but I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock: long, nicely thick, well-shaped, cut. And his ball sack was large too, hanging nicely between his slender thighs. I realized I was staring, blushed, and looked away. But I could see his smile as he stepped into the shower.

 

I went downstairs to work on some dinner. He came back down after a while, fully dressed except he wasn’t wearing his t-shirt and his regular shirt was mostly unbuttoned. He said thank you again and asked how he could help. I bent over to pull a pot out of the cupboard, strained my shoulder muscle and groaned a little. He said: “Hey man, I can give your shoulders a massage.” The thought of his hands on my body have me an erection right away, but before it was visible I turned away and said: “Sure, that’d be nice”. He moved behind me; I could feel his presence and the heat of his body. I was still peeling potatoes, but slower and slower as his hands kneaded my shoulders. He was good at it, but I was getting more and more horny just from his touch and his nearness. I relaxed under his hands, and my body leaned back into his. I realized I could feel his erection through his jeans in the small of my back. We swayed together almost as a dance. I was trying not to moan but I’m not sure if I was successful. After a long gentle time, with little doubt about what we both had in mind, he leaned down, placing his lips right next to my ear and whispered: “I know what you want; why don’t you come and get it?”

 

I turned around to face him, looking up at his smiling face. He bent down and gave me a soft and gentle kiss on the lips. My body melted into his. Then his tongue pushed open my lips, thrusting in my mouth, then licking my teeth, then pushing a load of his spit into my mouth, eagerly savoured and swallowed; he ate lots of garlic and other pungent spices. He broke the kiss off, taking my face in his hands. Slowly, deliberately, he licked my face all over, my ears, forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, even my nose was wet with his saliva. I could barely stand up by then, I was so overwhelmed. But that I was OK, because I was on my way down. He guided me to his chest, and his nipples proud and erect. I massaged each of them with my tongue. Once again, my head in his hands, he moved me to his armpits. Even freshly showered, I could taste his scent, his musk, and I rubbed it on my wet face. Down I went again, this time on my knees, looking at this huge proud bulge in his sweatpants. I cupped it gently between my lips, mouthing his length. I could feel his breathing become deeper, and a sense of his impatience. Abruptly, he dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and stood before me, his magnificent body, legs spread, cock proudly jutting in my face. I don’t know what size, just that it was huge and that I wanted it in my mouth and in my ass.

 

I said: “Come with me; I want to do this right”, and took him into the lounge, seating him in a deep and soft chair. I knelt down again, spread his legs, and got down to a labour of lust. It had been a long time since I had had sex, but there are somethings you don’t forget. In my time, I was known for great blowjobs. And the secret is patience, and gentleness, and teasing. Sure you can get a quick ejaculation with pumping and humping, but if you really want to give and receive and amazing orgasm, you need to build to it. So I started with soft little kisses, not all at once, just one every few seconds. I began with his ball sac, which looked like it could produce a quart of sperm. It had some nice hair on it too. After some kisses, then my tongue just flicked a little. I could feel I was making an impact; he was breathing more heavily, there were a couple of yearning moans, and his crotch was producing the most tantalizing perfume. I moved up to the base of his cock, just kissing and mouthing at first, moving maybe half way up his length, leaving the head alone. And then a little tongue, first just flicking, then a little licking. His cock pulsed under my tender touch. By now I could taste the sweat forming around his groin. And now his hips were moving, his hands were trying to moving me up to his head. When I started licking his length – again, short of the head – he gave a small cry and murmured “please, please”. I moved up his body and kissed his lips, tongued his mouth and his face, and said: “I think I know what you want”, and moved back down for the culmination of my efforts. I had to exert a lot of self-control up to this point. Several times I was almost overcome be the desire just to cram his cock as far down my throat as it would go. He was panting, but so was I. But before I took him into my mouth I heaved his hips up. He didn’t resist, he helped, as I was in complete control. I just wanted a little taste of his ass before I drank my fill. I didn’t have the patience for a proper ass job, my needs were too urgent, but I introduced myself with my tongue at first, circling his hair opening – I could feel it pulsing – and then locking my lips around his opening, and pushing my tongue into his hole. He cried out, which was exactly what I wanted. I eased him down, and resumed licking his shaft, this time going right up to the head. I could taste pre cum as I circled that lovely head and flicked his slit. I would have liked to spend a little more time mouthing and kissing, but he was too far gone. Every breath was a moan, his hips were heaving and his cock pulsing. Still, I did a little teasing as took him in, little by little, no suction at first, then only gently. Then it was time, and I took as much cock as I could into my mouth. I hadn’t done a deep throat in years, but I was so far gone in cock worship that I think I would have happily choked to death. And now it was time. We were moving together. His hips heaving, his hands holding my head, my mouth and my throat talking as much as I could. It was all a blur at that point, but I swear I felt his pubic hair on my face swallowing his whole. For a man who came across so masterful and cool, his orgasm scream was beautiful and vulnerable. I was ready for a big load of cum, but be was producing a never ending river. I almost choked a couple of times, a lot gushed down his cock and onto my face. Finally it was done. His body went limp.

 

As I kissed his cock goodbye, I looked up at him. He was practically passed out, still breathing heavily, drool coming out of his mouth, snot from his nose, tears from his eyes. I brought my sperm soaked face up to his, and kissed him again. His mouth gave little response, he was so far gone. But I licked his face clean, and snuggled on top of him. I said: “Let’s go lie down”, and led him by the hand upstairs to my bed. He was exhausted and depleted, but so was I. We both passed out, with him spooning me.

 

I awoke to a hard cock sliding up and down my crack. It looked like I was going to get lucky again. No words were required. I passed him a tube of lube, and could hear slurping sounds as he prepared himself. I took it from him and put some into my hole. Although I really, really wanted to have this man inside me, I was a little scared. First it had been a long time since I had bottomed and secondly, I don’t think I had every taken a cock that large. But if I was a master cocksucker, he was a master fucker. He started just with the head at my opening, a tiny bit of pressure but no pain. He was waiting for me in a way. And the feel of the head against my hole was enough to make me a little crazy. My lust overcame my fear, and I pushed a little back to him. I took enough until I whimpered. He backed off. But then came again to the same place. It didn’t hurt so much. Each time he went just a little farther. All the while my lust and my need was rising – he knew that – and at some point I didn’t care about the pain, I just needed by cherry popped. I cried out when the head passed through my opening. He just held his cock there, while I tried to control my breathing. Instead of pushing in, then he pulled out. Yes there was relief, but there was also an urgent need to have him in me again. The next time he pushed through. I groaned but I also felt that I could do this, must do this. He pushed gently into me. It felt like my whole body was being opened up. I was moaning and whimpering but the pleasure was so intense I could barely stand it. And then yet again the pain. This time deep inside me. I cried out once more. He backed off a little. I was upset because I knew that he was nowhere near fully inside me. I wanted him all. But he was the master. He began to withdraw again, very slowly. There was some relief, but I was overwhelmed with an enormous sense of emptiness. He pulled his cock right out of me, and I cried out from loss and a feared defeat. But he entered me for a second time, and this time the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and this time my guts were celebrating his return. He hit the barrier once more, and it still hurt. But he began to thrust from there, some way back, pausing, up to the barrier. Although I wanted more this was amazing. I had this enormous cock inside me. Then there suddenly was magic. Something happened inside me and the barrier opened. He was gentle as he pushed farther and farther into me. It didn’t hurt, but it had me gasping for breath, whimpering and gurgling. Finally victory! I felt his groin against my buttocks. I had all of him in me. Now it was his turn to tease me. He did some gentle thrusts from deep in me, but then pulled back, most of the way. That drove me crazy. I needed that cock inside me. Although the sense of loss was almost scary, the wonder of that huge piston moving inside me brought my joy. I was lost. He did this for a while, and then he pulled right out once more. I wailed like a baby. He said: “I think I know what you want”. I knew the words he wanted. “Please fuck me!” He pushed me onto my stomach, spread my legs and entered me once again. It was different and hurt a bit, but I had the wonderful feeling of being owned by a cock. At first his thrusts were tender, almost loving. My need overcame me and I started to push back; I wanted him harder. He obliged. He put his full weight on me, and basically started fucking me. No subtlety, no need for it. He was just taking me for his pleasure. And mine. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. The fuck went on for a long, long time. His sweat was pouring off his body; I was soaked with it. I don’t really remember having an orgasm or how many I had. I was just gone. I realized he was talking to me at one point. “You’re a good fuck, little man. You make a good bitch”. But things changed as I moved toward climax. He lifted himself so that his lunges became harder and deeper. He began to grunt and snort. And then that wonderful scream of his again as he came. Wild, uncontrolled plunged deep in me. I knew that I was receiving his seed again. And then a collapse on top of me. He was done. And so was I. As we drifted off to rest, I could feel his cum leaking from me. I tasted it, wanting more.

 

We did get to dinner late at night, had a sweet, tender cuddle after, and a deep sleep. His friend showed up later the next morning. His friend was actually his boyfriend, his lover. He introduced him; “This is Ishmael. I think he could learn a few tricks from you. Can we come back?” I blurted out: “Yes, but I don’t even know your name!” “I’ll tell you the next time; I don’t give my name on the first fuck” There’s more to this story.

He was a handsome man, tall, muscled, masculine, heavy stubble – and pretty drunk, slightly swaying. I had had a long evening negotiating, and was looking forwards to some gentle time alone. Having some soft fantasies, I was enjoying his form while we waited for the elevator in the hotel lobby, convinced he was paying no attention to me. Others joined us, small crowd, so when the doors opened the car was pretty full. I was standing right in front of my handsome drunk at the back, but facing forward. We weren’t that crowded, so when I felt his body against mine, I knew it was more than people pressed together. I was pretty surprised – I mean the move itself was surprising, but he could have had any man and I was just this older guy, neither well-muscled nor particularly handsome. I tensed reflexively at first, leaned a little away. But then I thought about it and my lust engaged. So I leaned back, maybe a little more. The next time I felt his body, we stayed touching: not moving except perhaps to press a little more against each other. People were leaving the elevator, getting off, but I stayed where I was. People don’t notice you in elevators unless you do something pretty weird. Even so, when he moved his hips against me, I was sure others would notice the movement, and perhaps also my blushing red face and slightly heavier breathing. I must have leaned back a little, accepting his move. More people got off, and our closeness probably became obvious to the four or so left. But there was no comment. By that time the most plausible explanation was that we were unlikely lovers, perhaps I was a daddy. My newfound son was getting a little more frisky behind me, putting his hands on my hips and bending his face down to mine. When the last couple got off, the man looked disgusted but his date have an impish smile and said “Good night!”. We’d gone way past my floor, so I pushed the down button, and away we went. With no one in the car but us, his thrusts became demanding, his tongue found my ear, first reaming it with his tongue and then whispering: “I’m going to fuck you and seed you’. My short term goal was to get him into my room before he started to fuck me in the elevator. He was turning me on so much I might have let him do me right there, but my floor arrived, the doors opened. He followed me out, and then I realized how very, very drunk he was. He might have collapsed if I hadn’t steadied him. Through my door, and he staggered to the bed, falling face down. I thought at first he had passed out – what a drag that would have been – but then he started humping the bed, and I realized the tryst was still on. We all know undressing a drunk is not always easy, and it was made more difficult as he was fumbling at my clothes, and kissing, licking and sucking any piece of my flesh he found. What a gorgeous body he had! Normally I’m not into muscled guys, but this man was poster perfect – a real Apollo. Well-defined muscles all around and beautiful, beautiful abs. Hairy chest, very hairy pits, hairy stomach, thick hair around his treasures. The chief star was his cock – a monument, even slightly soft. And his ball sac hung low, promising much seed for me. Clearly he wanted to start pounding away right then; on his back he was thrusting his hips, pulling me to him, a low grunting in anticipation of forceful, almost forced, entry. To avoid that abuse, I quickly dropped and moved my mouth to his cock, giving it a swirling lick along its length. The grunting became moaning, his cock snapped to full and impressive attention. “Let me make it good for you”, I said softly, then licked his sack, mouthing each testicle. He sighed and relaxed. I moved back to his cock, licking my way up to his tip, kissing my way down. I could feel the heat coming from his body, I could smell his sweat. I was getting very horny; I wanted his member, all of it, in me; I wanted his seed. I started to work his tip, touching his opening with my tongue. His moans were higher pitched, his hips once again moving. I stopped him: “Easy now, you can go higher”. And to prove it, I slowly took his gorgeous cock - long, yes, but substantial in girth, well ribbed and hot to the touch – into my mouth in a series of lengthening strokes. All of my discipline was required not to choke as I took him all, his thick pubic hair in my nose. Just once, and that left him moaning and whispering, “Please, please”. My wicked smile told him that better pleasures awaited. I moved up his body, straddling his stomach, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Our first kiss. He was very gentle with his lips, and our tongues shared equally. Down below, my hole found the tip of his cock. It was my turn to cry out as I pushed down and his penis pressed inside me, opening me. My lust overcame the pain quite quickly after he eased through my opening. My partner’s eyes were bugging out, his face suffused in lust and joy. My own eyes went buggy too, as his instrument seemed never ending. I had to stop at one point, and move back. His moan was one of desperation from the loss. I gave him a smile and slowly lowered down on him again, this time the barrier relaxed and all of it inside me, his hair against my ass cheeks. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but I did need some fucking. I did the work at first, easing up and down, relaxing more and more as his cock filled my eager ass. When I said “Now you need to fuck me”, we rolled over and his body weight was heavy against me. He was still very very drunk. But his thrusts were good, not just pounding, some exploration and variety. He knew how to fuck. But the wave of orgasm began to build in him, so I pulled his face down to mine and we kissed. Our faces became wet with each other’s spit as our bodies moved together, both of us moaning. His orgasm was almost a convulsion, spasms as his hips heaved, cock pounding into me. I felt him in my stomach, in my chest. I was taken! He was gasping, covered in sweat, almost crying. And then, his breathing slowed, his body became heavier against mine, and he pretty much passed out. On top of me, all the weight of this well-muscled big man. Getting out from under wasn’t easy. And it was uncomfortable to lose his cock that way. But after a few minutes, I felt better. I looked over at him, face down, that lean body and muscled ass, with all that hair, the smell of his sweat and his cum leaking from my still pulsing hole. He was talking and giggling, but he was pretty out of it. I wanted to fuck him, and I doubt if in more sober circumstances I would have had a chance. But now was an opportunity I couldn’t resist. If he didn’t like it he could stop me. I moved over to his body. I kissed my way down his back, hearing sighs as I went, then a slight whimper has I lightly bit his buttocks. Then a gasp as my lips and my tongue found his hole. I licked and thrust and sucked till I could feel his opening pulsing. Then I knew he was ready. He would never admit it, but I could tell that he wanted me, or at least someone’s cock, inside his at that moment. Because as I positioned myself above his ass, and pressed my penis against his hole, his hole rose to take me inside. As I slid further into him, there was no resistance, he was open to me. Yet he was whimpering: “Oh, oh!” or it might have been “Oh, no”. It certainly wasn’t “No, no” as his hand reached back to guide my hips onto him, into him. I began a slow and gentle thrusting, and his hips followed me in rhythm. Yet he continued to whimper, then to cry, wailing like a lost child. I was confused about his mental state, but his physical state was clear. He was moving to an orgasm, and he was taking me with him. His opening began to contract and release around my cock, I was ecstatic, he was milking me. My cock was pumping my seed into him; now he was mine! Our spasms and heaves were almost synchronous for a while, rhythms changing as we faded. Once again, he passed out. But I wasn’t far away. I got off him, but reversed my direction, harvesting my cum from his ass before I slept. I also took the opportunity to put my teeth into one of his ass cheeks, really hard. He groaned, and turned away, presenting his penis to my face. I dozed for a while, with his soft member still large pressed against my face and my lips. It was like a dream. I woke to find myself kissing his cock, now once again hard and huge. I wanted him in my mouth. It in that position, good face fucking was possible, and that’s what we had. His thrusts were tender but insistent; my throat opened to take all of him in me and I wasn’t choking. Most of his load, very impressive for a second cum while drunk, shot right down my throat, but I was able to get a mouthful of his cum. It would have been better if it was less ‘stale boozy’ in taste, but I still enjoyed it. At last we slept deeply and for a while. It was bright when we woke, heads nestled in each other’s crotches. But while I came to dreamy satiation, he jerked awake, surprised by his surroundings. Heaving upright. Then stillness. He looked at me, I grinned sleepily back. Then ... “Oh, noooo” as he left the bed to find his clothes, realizing that we were in my room, that this had all been his idea. His eyes averted, he rapidly dressed. He said nothing as he left. I had another little sleep, still smelling our sex on the sheets, then rose and dressed. I was sort of offended by the coldness of his departure; we had had pretty good sex. But the reality was he had just seduced and had had sex with someone 30 years his senior. That realization would have been embarrassing, perhaps disgusting. But I hadn’t known that humiliation was feared until I floated into the lobby on the way to breakfast (I wanted big fat spicy sausages!), and saw him leaving with other members of his rugby team, surrounded by paparazzi. I had had sex with a star athlete – who I didn’t know. The tabloids told me his name was Colin, a celebrated wing man. Happily married he was, heart throb of lots of girls, and once upon a time my lover.

Jean’s a much better tennis player than I. So it was an unexpected pleasure to be asked for some games. Although I was unlikely to win, it would be fun just to play at my limit for a while. Not for that long, though, as I’m ‘no longer young’. What made the pleasure tantalising was the chance to watch Jean move his lean, wiry body on the courts – even though his was also no longer young. We played two sets. Of course I lost – 6-2, 6-4 – but they were good sets. Interesting and fun. I needed some discipline not to get distracted by his lithe fluidity. After, chattering happily we took our warm and sweaty selves to the locker room. We walked to a quiet aisle, and I was glad to sit down, bending forward on my elbows. Jean continued standing, beside me at first. But then he moved, suddenly as if he’d made a decision, to stand right in front of me, so I was looking right at his crotch. Our conversation continued, but it was clear we would soon be done talking, at least as far as I was concerned. His shorts were nicely fitted to his hips, not tight, making his crotch an object of my growing desire. I know my voice changed, then I Looked up to his face. There was a flash between us. He moved closer to me. The scent of his sweat was charged with lust. And I could see the outline of his cock, an erection growing as I watched. I knew the next move was mine, and I lifted my left hand to his ass, finding it as taut as I hoped. My right hand kept me from falling over as my lips met his hidden member. We both moaned. The hardness of his cock felt magical and magisterial, authoritative, against my lips. I experienced it right then as an instrument of great power, one which I wished to win over and wished to serve. “Viens avec moi” he whispered, and we hurried to a stall. Me on the seat; he standing before me, this time with his pants down, his cock out. No giant member, but a good size nonetheless: and so hard and so inviting. In future times I would give him a blow job with a relaxed and measured pacing, riding to a slow climax. Not this time. I did take a minute to tongue his length, lick his balls. What captivating smells and tastes! But I needed his cock at the back of my throat. As I kissed his glans, tongued his opening already tasting of precum, Jean growled “Vite, je t’en supplie”, which was all I needed to slide him into my mouth: not all at once, but as soon as lubrication and breathing would allow. As his cockhead came to press open my throat, I could feel and smell his bristly hair. Our movements synchronized. He slowly fucked my face, while I lubed and sucked his cock. His thrusts became deeper, and my need more urgent. I grabbed his ass (god I wanted to get into that!) and took him in as deep as he could go. I could feel his body begin to tremble, his cock seemed to grow in size. He was already breathing hard but it began to come in gasps. I moved a little back to receive and savour. His cum flowed like a flood. At first I had to fight not to choke; I was able to swallow a lot but my face and chin were covered in cum. I did get a chance to savour; the taste and texture were perfect: pungent salty, smooth like cream. Jean leaned down to kiss me licking up the cum on my face. Maybe he swallowed some, as our first kiss on the lips was filled with the taste of his cum. We broke, but we clearly weren’t finished with each other’s bodies. After a quick “Your place or mine?”, we ended up at his place. Coming into his ordered but soft apartment, I followed his lead in removing clothes on the way to his bedroom. Naked, his body was all I could have wanted, exactly my dream type. Ageing, yes, but still taut. And such a sweet ass. It was small and tight, with deep dimples, but a tiny bit droopy. And hairy. Good grief I wanted that ass! He might have cum twenty minutes before but he was hard again. Of course I had been hard, and then semi-hard during transport, and I was now hard again, probably even harder. I did want to fuck him, but I also wanted to be fucked by him. So when he moved on top of me, our cocks frotting together, I thought it was a prelude to him entering me. When he reached over me to take a tube of lube, I opened my legs a little expecting to have them raised for his entry. Imagine my surprise when I felt the lube on my cock, administered by a soft finger massage. I closed my legs and positioned my hips to enter him. I wish I could have seen his ass, but the site of his narrow hips and hard cock was lovely too. Still more beautiful was the look on his lean and craggy face. He was smiling, but his eyes were closed. As the tip of my cock found his hole, his eyes snapped open. He pressed down on me, opening his gate. His head moved back, his mouth opened as I entered him. He began to tremble, his forehead furrowed, he seemed to be in pain. He gave a loud moan, but still pressed down. Despite his seeming submission to the supremacy of my cock, Jean was still in charge. He was controlling the pace. When he pulled out some, we both gasped. He pushed down again, harder, and this time cried out. But he started to move up and down, taking me in and out, clearly intent on taking all of me. His face and his body were covered in sweat. There were a few more cries, but then I was all the way in, my groin firmly pressed against his ass. The soft tight moist wrapping of his ass against me was just bliss for me. I also enjoyed the power of possession; his ass was mine! The pain on his face had morphed into a wide grin of triumph. He lowered his torso down to me, we kissed. “Now you can fuck me”. And so we rolled over and I was on top of Jean. Moving slowly but with deep thrusts, Jean’s cries were now of ecstasy. He glued his body to mine as we rocked, he was frantic to be kissed, to be penetrated by my tongue, suck my spit. I breathed his moans. I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did. The waves of pleasure crashed higher and higher. His orgasm set me off. It was preceded by a scream, his face moving back a rictus of sensation. I could feel large pulses of cum on my stomach. As I poured myself into him, he first heaved against me then held my hips locked against him. We lay together for a while. As I moved off his, I leaned down to savour some of his cum – he had produced another flood – swallowed some, held some in my mouth, spread some on my face. We kissed and he shared with him the cum in my mouth. He licked my face. We rested, both with idiot grins on our faces. We had never talked all that much during tennis games, apart from friendly rivalry and small talk. So we had our first conversation, and I was so pleased that he was a pleasant and knowledgeable person. We were side by side holding hands. And I swear only about another twenty minutes later he took my hand and put it on his cock, which was growing hard again. I was pleased to be sure, but I did ask myself whether this guy was limitless in his sexual power and drive. We weren’t young men! But then the most important question occurred to me: what did he want to do with that cock? He leaned over to my face and whispered: “I’d like to fuck you.” Something about the way he said it – almost asking permission - told me I would have choice in how I was to be fucked. So I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs. I was so eager to have his cock in my ass and his body against me that I nearly missed the magic of his lips and his tongue on my hole. His whole face was in my crack, it felt attached to me. He was right into it, licking and tonguing and sucking with zest. By the time he withdrew my ass was begging for his cock. For me it is rare that anal entry is effortless. I can take quite large cocks, but it takes a little time. Jean’s cock was large enough to cause hurt if I were not prepared. But I was so ready that he slid into me in one slow thrust. I did gasp a bit towards the end, as I felt my whole body was possessed by his penis. Then I felt his pubic hair against me and his body relax on top of mine. We both relaxed. I felt fully taken but very safe. Our kisses were gentle. This time there was not the urgency of our first two encounters. I was going to be fucked for a while. He touched and stroked my body and my face, put his fingers in my mouth. And we talked as he moved gently within me. Our talk was mostly about sex, and I was induced to give submissive answers to his questions: if I gave an answer he liked he would move in a certain way that sent a wave of pleasure through me, and a wish to be fucked hard. He was slowly building up another massive wave of desire in me. I realized my hips were moving against him. He began his run up to climax by a slow withdrawal of his full length. My moan, it was more of a whimper, was for the loss of his hardness within me. His thrust back in was faster and harder than the first, my eyes bugged a bit as he passed through my opening, but my whole body wanted his member inside me and I felt joy and relief and ecstasy as he came all the way inside me. And then he was rutting, all subtlety gone. I was floating somewhere in a cloud of pleasure, feeling the extreme joy of penetration, of being owned. As he came he slowed to a more gentle rhythm, punctuated by a hard deep thrust. For a long time he lay with his full weight on me, breathing hard, kissing me. As he withdrew, he turned me over, to see if I had cum. I hadn’t but I was full and very close. His mouth on my cock was very gentle. He took me into his mouth so very slowly, the sensation building and building. He took me all the way in, my groin pressed hard against his lips. And I was mostly still within him, except for the sensation explosion of his suction and his swallowing. I wanted to thrust hut he help me close as he worked, only releasing as I was well over the top. His hands were on me as I thrust into him again and again, as the wave or orgasm crested and crashed. This whole experience was another reason to love tennis.

We were traveling together, promoting our university to high schools in various cities. I promoted the academic programs; John promoted the athletic programs. It wasn’t a well- paid job, but the work was OK and we did get to see the country. We had a rented car and stayed in inexpensive motels, with twin beds. John and I got to know each other quite well. He was a jock without doubt, but he was smart and funny. And confident and sure of himself. And also very attractive. Lean, but obviously well-muscled. I saw him out of the shower a few times and he had one impressive body; I hadn’t seen his equipment, but he had a beautiful ass. Talking with him over a few weeks of the road, I could tell he enjoyed our conversations and was relaxed in sharing his feelings and ideas as he came to know me. I appreciated him as a really nice guy, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like in bed. Actually it was more than wondering. There were nights I ached for him in the next bed. I tried to give no indication of my desires, but living so close together that was a bit of a challenge. One night we were very late checking in, after a long and tiring day. I ate very little and went to bed early. John said he needed a run to unwind. So I was asleep when he returned. At first he was trying to be quiet as he changed in the semi-dark of the room. But then he came over to the bed, called my name softly and asked if we could talk. Waking up, I smiled and said “Sure”. He sat down on my bed, just dressed in his shorts, still warm and sweaty from his run. For the first time, he seemed halting in his speech, almost shy. But he talked about how he had come to know me, and how he seemed to be able to talk with me in a way that he couldn’t with his jock friends. I agreed that we were getting closer, and that felt very good. John took my hand; I could feel the tension in his voice as he asked: “Would you like to get closer?” He put my hand on his thigh. I could feel the heat of his body. And in his sweat there was also a smell of sexual musk. A rush of pleasure swept over me. Our eyes locked. I grew hard in seconds. My hand gently squeezed his thigh and so very slowly slid forward toward his groin. When my fingers found and lightly touched his hardened cock, we both moaned. He stood quickly, slipping off his shorts. His cock was not large, but suited his frame. It stood proud and hard, jutting before him. His balls were heavy and full, surrounded in thick curly brown hair. I threw off the bed covers, ripped off my own shorts, and raised my arms in welcome. He put his leg over my body, straddling me. His cock was on my chest, just waiting to be loved. I reached to grab his beautiful ass, moving his up my body till his cock was at my mouth. As my wetted lips moved along his length, John gave a long low groan. I could feel his body tremble in my hands. I moved down the bed at first; the sight and smell of his balls and his groin were tantalizing. The taste of his balls and the sweat of his perineum filled my senses. Soon I could feel his body shaking, hear his gasps. His needs were urgent. “Let me have you”, I murmured, pushing him back on the bed. I moved out from under as he lay back on the bed. His body was superb; I wanted to touch and taste and lick and nibble it all. But this time - there just wasn’t time. I watched his hips swivel in a mating dance, and lowered my head to his cock, already leaking precum. Very tasty precum. I could tell that his orgasm wasn’t far away, from his gasps and little cries, from the way his whole body was shaking. Moving up his length with lips and tongue, I came again to the tip, swirling my tongue around. He began to thrust, holding my head. I took him all in, massaging with my throat. His long cry, almost a howl, was probably loud enough to be heard through the walls. His orgasm was immediate and intense; I could feel the powerful contractions. Cum poured from him, faster than I could swallow. My mouth filled, it leaked onto his groin, and soaked my face. The taste was rich, pungent and heady. While he poured himself into me, we rode together, by head mostly locked on his groin. As he finished, his body relaxed and became supple. I moved my head up, looked at his face. His eyes were still rolled back into his head, but he had a silly half-grin on his face. It was so easy to raise his legs up over his shoulders, exposing his ass and his hole. I wanted to possess him. His cum and my spit provided more than enough lube for my cock as I positioned to enter him. John came back to earth and looked at me. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear and anticipation. I understood he was either an anal virgin or close to it. I placed my cock at his opening, just pressing slightly. His eyes went wide, but his body relaxed, and even pressed back a little. Every fiber of my body wanted to thrust hard into him, to possess him totally. But I also wanted his welcome and his affection, so I just eased in. When I popped his cherry, opened his hole, he whimpered and I could see some pain on his face. He was breathing in little gasps. I eased back, whispered “breathe”. When he was ready he pulled me into him, gasping as I opened him again. But now his whole body was pliant and relaxed as my cock moved into his tunnel of love. I was awash in a sea of sensation, building toward a climax. His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him. I stopped when it looked like he was hurting, but he would pull me in again. I was on the edge of orgasm when I was finally into him, my pubic hair crushed against his groin. Our eyes met again. His expression was one of vulnerability and need. I moved down to his body and his face and for the first time we kissed, our mouths as needy as our bodies. The sensation went straight to my penis, which inched even closer to climax. Finally, he said: “Fuck me, Alex, please fuck me”. My thrusts were small at first, then I felt his body matching mine, and I began to grind his ass at first then to pound it. His long loud moan sent me over the top. I lost all sense of time and place as I poured myself into him. We both were laughing and crying at the end. When I pulled out and lay beside him, he was clearly embarrassed. He, the jock, had been fucked. And not just that, he had begged for it. I think he would have pulled away and gone to the other bed, but I said: “Sleep with me; I want you inside of me tonight”. That wasn’t for his ego; I did want him inside me. I wanted to be fucked by him even more than I had wanted to fuck him. I was pretty sure he heard that in my voice. So we dozed off, first me spooning him, then he me. A fair while later I was awoken by his penis sliding up and down my crack. What a delight! Coming to consciousness in a surge of passion. In no time I was fully hard. I began to match his rhythm. When he whispered “Ready?” I croaked “Please come inside me John”. John knows how to fuck. As it turned out I was his first bottom, but his hetero training was a transferable skill. It seemed so natural and easy. He opened me in a series of slow, tender and tiny pushes, little more than nudges. Then a slow but longer pressure, and ease off. I was so turned on by his moves that I was almost begging him to open me: “Yes. Yes”. I moaned in pleasure as he passed into me. It was one deliberate thrust, an invasion of my body. My whole body felt it, radiating out from my hole, the new centre of my being. I was barely conscious in the bliss of being opened. When his slender body was against mine, I could feel the bones of his hips pressing my cheeks, I could feel his rough pubic hair against my soft skin. His cock was fully in, but I felt I was in the thrall of his whole body. We lay there for a long while, our bodies locked together. It was magic: I sensed his dominance and authority, but also his care and his passionate love. So very slowly he moved in and out of me, at first in small moves, then in larger withdrawals and returns. John spoke softly: “Will you be my bitch?” In my best femme fatale, I responded with a rasp: “If you’ll be my Daddy”. Matter of factly, John said: “I’m going to mount you.” And we entered something of a shared fantasy, with roles comfortable to all of us. I whimpered in loss when his cock slipped out of me, but it wasn’t long before I was on my stomach, legs spread, hips raised. His thrust inside me was more definite than his first entry. I groaned reflexively as I was opened up again, but it was also what I wanted. Once again he was all the way in, but I was more fully possessed. His cock seemed bigger inside me. The weight of his body was pressing down, not suffocating but a constant heaviness nonetheless. My hips went down flat as his stomach pressed against my back; I could feel his heat, on me and in me. The scent of sex filled the air; it was heady to breathe. I was in the bliss of being physically owned. “How would you like it, bitch?” he said in his best Darth Vader voice. Whispering, mousy return: “Daddy, my Daddy, I want you in me so much. Never, ever stop”. And slow it was. We rocked together for a long time. His thrusts within me became the pulse of my life. We were as one body. I lost all sense of time. I think I first knew his orgasm was coming by the change in our smells. A potent musk was in the air. And then the rhythm changed, smaller thrusts but deeper ones. He was preparing his cock and my ass for his ejaculation. And once again our mouths joined: lips, tongues, spit. Our faces wet with saliva, swallowing each other. But he was the master. His scent was on me. He began his journey to climax with long, slow thrusts. Once he even popped out, which prompted me to squeak: “O Daddy, please!” The re-entry red-lined my pleasure-centre. John began the road to orgasm, with steadily more powerful thrusts. His hips were slamming into my ass, his whole body was crashing into mine. I was totally owned, my identity lost. My whole being was centred on the cock in my ass. It was so sweet when he came. As he began to gasp and his movements to jerk, he blurted: “O Alex I love you” which mean nothing more than he was cumming. His hips went into insemination mode: deep thrusts at the moment of ejaculation, finally holding himself deep inside me. I just knew I belonged to him. I had no identity. His seed was in me; we were one. Alas, that moment does not last forever, and eventually he pulled out. We collapsed into sleep. Cum leaked out of me all night. The next morning we showered together. I had complete freedom to caress his body while I soaped, to rub his body while I dried. He was shy at breakfast – so was I, stunned by the passion – but we were able to function in our regular daily roles. After that night though, our ratings from schools climbed even higher. We were a team. We had almost two, last, wonderful, glorious weeks as lovers. He improved the way I fucked. I taught him analingus and how to be an amazing cock sucker. I got to know his body so well. But I knew he was a jock, wanted a woman as his long-term partner. And in truth I don’t think I could have sustained a relationship that intense. We parted well, with regret but understanding. We did get together for sex occasionally over the next few years. It was always good, fun and relaxed. But those two weeks were a one-time outburst of passion. Just fond and hot memories remain.

You remember all those stories about fifties and sixties universities: ‘good grades for good favours’.  It happened on the gay side too, but rather more secretively, given the times.

Some were seduced by the prof.  Some just offered themselves to the prof.  Some had to do the seducing.  I was in the last group, since I was not especially attractive, and also short and chunky. 

 

To me, the prof was hot in any case.  Craggy face, thick hair, as thin as Ichabod Crane.  As Washington Irving said of his Ichabod:” his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield”.  I know that doesn’t sound hot but it was.  He was almost an insect, a predatory one.

 

Grade benefits were not really the issue for me; I was doing fine.  In fact, I used my intellectual capacity as something that would attract him.  And looked at him very directly, knowing full well he had sex with his students.  I was always among the last to leave his seminars.

 

One day he continued to engage with me as the others left.  The room was empty save for us.  He asked if I’d like to come to his campus apartment to continue our conversation.  We were on!

 

Inside his place, doors closed, he was on me without any pretense of wanting to continue our conversation.  Well, it wasn’t a very good conversation anyway as we had both been distracted by the sex to come.   

 

I was pretty sure that there was a part of Ichabod that was not thin, awkward and gangly.  And I felt it in our first embrace, a long thick hardness pressed against my stomach.  I was so eager to experience that largeness.  Tonight that cock was mine!

 

I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I very much wanted to be fucked by him, but I also wanted to possess his body myself.  My chance to steer our encounter the way I wanted to came out of his shyness.  He turned away to take down his pants.  It was so easy and so right to say, making clear my desire: “What an exquisite ass!”  He was aroused by the compliment and modeled his ass before me.

 

I wasn’t kidding in my compliment.  His proportions were angular, insectile, but perfect.  The tight tiny globes of his ass were taut, with indentations on the outside.  They needed to be kissed, licked and bitten.  But then I saw his treasure: his sweet hole, a lovely rosebud nestled in a forest of dark and thick pubic hair. 

 

I knelt before his ass, my hands wrapped around his hips finding his member, a round and thick hardness of many inches.  And at the same time my face and my nose and my lips and my tongue were exploring the wonders of his hairy cheeks.  What hard and tight muscles!  But the temptations of treasure were too hard to resist for long and his lovely rosebud beckoned.

 

Making love to as ass with my mouth is one thing I’m really good at.  I had him groaning and whimpering in seconds.  He spread his legs wider, still standing.  Every breath of his was a moan and he was rocking.  We needed to do this prone.  We ran to the bedroom.  Ichabod laid on his back, legs and hips raised.  Given his position, I knew that this next round of tonguing could get my cock into his ass.

 

My tongue and lips went to work.   His hole was kissed, rimmed, then penetrated in flicks and thrusts, then widening the hole with my tongue to push some spit in, then creating suction with my lips to pull it out.  Ichabod was one continuous moan by his point.  When I came up for hair, he said “Seed me please”.

 

Kneeling over his ass, my cock seemed to have a magic homing device.  It found his hole without my hands or his hips.  Sliding into him was easy, his hole was so ready.  Soon my groin was pressed hard against his ass, his dense coarse hair scratching me, his hard globes resilient against my pressure.  My softer body luxuriated in the resistance of his scrawny angles and the unyielding strength of his torso.  But we didn’t last long.  His body was at first trembling, sending little pulse shock waves up my dick, then his ass muscles began to pulsate, stroking my dick, sucking the orgasm from me.  Even as a bottom, Ichabod was in control.  Still I wasn’t complaining; I had a long and very satisfying orgasm, which ended in a very wet kiss.  Ichabod had a small prostate orgasm, but not a full cum.

 

And he was still hard.  His cock was a thing of beauty, but almost a thing of horror too.  How could something that monstrous be attached to so slender a frame?  And below his cock, balls that were practically basket balls, huge and hairy, hanging low.  You see a package like that and I think you want to marry that guy, have him seed you forever.

 

When I eased out of him, I raised up his hips and sucked some of my cum leaking out of his ass.  While I shared that musky taste with Ichabod, I was spreading his pre-cum on his cock.  I had been thinking of sitting down on him, controlling the entry, but Ichabod had his own ideas.  He pulled me down to spoon with him, the hardness of his groin and chest against my back, the hot shaft of his cock pressed hard against me.

However much I wanted him inside me I was nervous about something that big opening me up.  But he knew how to handle his size.  At the start his tip was just gently pressing against my hole.  As a master cocksman – and he was – he knew that I would grow desperate to have him inside me.  And that’s what happened.  There was a little pain on stretching my cherry, but he eased back and forth until I opened more easily.  The first few inches were a source of warmth and joy and welcome.  I gave a low guttural groan of desire.   How good he felt!  But then resistance and pain; my entryway was blocked, constricted.  He stopped and pulled back a little, then just rested and throbbed inside me.  My opening and my entry way were awash in pleasure and need.  My whole body ached for him.  The next phase of my boy cunt relaxed, and with a happy “Oh!” of intense pleasure he slid in another few inches.  I could feel him deep, deep inside me.  This was new territory for me, a wondrous land of having so much of another person inside me, owning my guts.  And then, once again, he was blocked.  I had no idea what to do.  He did.  Once again he waited.  Once again my body was crazed with lust, wild with want.   Almost involuntarily, I began tiny thrusts against him, pushing at that one part of me still closed.  I whimpered a little each time, but he was moving in fractionally.  And then the last barrier gave way.  The rest of him slid smoothly in, causing no pain in my love canal but causing my eyes to bug out with how much of him was in me.  I felt so fulfilled when I felt his groin against my buttocks, his thick bristly hair scratching my young skin.

 

He was still within me for a while, but his body moved around mine.  His legs enclosed mine, his chest pressed my shoulders down, his elbows were on either side of my head.  He enveloped me.  I could feel his hardness and his body hair against me.  His sweat and his musk scent was heady and strong.  I licked one of his arms; he shifted to run his fingers through his armpits, and push them in my mouth.  That sensation was so intense my hips thrust against him, and I grunted in need.  And with that signal, I got fucked.  That was the word for it, although there was artistry in his fucking.  His first withdrawal was almost all the way out.  I felt my insides collapsing as he left, a physical pain and an emotional loss.  I would have wailed if he had left me.  But he came back, a slow steady unstoppable piston stroke till he was all the way in again.  Taken!  Split wide open, speared.  The sensations were off the scale: huge bodily pleasure and a huge sense of being possessed utterly.  He did the same retreat and re-thrust again, and then again.   By the third time, I had lost control of my body: my eyes were streaming, my face was snot covered, my mouth was drooling, I was giving little gasps and cries, my hips were jerking.  My identity disappeared; all my being was focused on the enormous member inside me.  So I don’t remember a lot about the rest of the fucking, except that it went on for a long time.  Occasionally he would kiss me, sometimes pushing his spit into my mouth.  He licked my face, bit my neck, sucked my fingers.

 

Although the rhythm of his thrusts did not change much, I could tell he was nearing his climax, his seeding of me.  His body was awash in sweat, slippery against me, a strong musky reek filling my senses.  The arrival of his orgasm was heralded by hissing and clicking sound, little coughs. Then his movements became less fluid and more jerky.  And then he just started to vibrate, deep within me.  He looked at me with an evil smile, as if I had lost my identity to him.  And in a way I had, willingly.

 

After his climax, he became still.  His hold on me increased, as if it was necessary that his insemination continue.  I was held in his cocoon, like a fledgling moth, well fertilized.  Wet with his sweat, surrounded by his hardwood body, I was feeling a little raw and hammered.  But it had been an extraordinary experience.

 

After quite a while, he slowly withdrew from me.  It was time to get my ass back, but I still felt a sense of loss.  I could feel his sperm following his out; I was leaking.  I reached back and tasted him, his musk, his seed his essence.  My hand was soaked with his cum, as was the bed below me.  He rolled onto his stomach, spread his legs.  Even slightly flaccid, his cock was still huge.

 

“Clean me” he said.  I was groggy and not a little sore, but I still had a serious adoration on for his cock.  So I slid down his body and kissed his groin, his bush wet and fragrant with sperm and sweat and musk.  I rubbed my cheeks, my forehead, my lips against his licked his sweaty bush, balls, ass and cock.  I tongued and kissed everywhere, sometimes sucking too.  I rested finally, placing my head on his chest, mouth the width of a finger away from the head of his cock.  There was no way I could take all of him, or even most of him in my mouth and throat, and I was pretty sure he knew that, so I just waited for his needs.  And I saw or rather felt his cock begin to grow; my head hadn’t moved, his cock had lengthened as his erection returned.  All I had to do was open my mouth and receive him.  Which I did, with great pleasure.  He didn’t crowd the back of my throat, but he filled my whole mouth.  His hands moved to hold my head in place while I stroked as best I could with my tongue and sucked a little.  It wasn’t long before that musky reek filled my senses again and his clicking noises returned.  Sperm flowed into my mouth, not in spurts but as a steady flow.  He gave me room to drink his seed, except I was more gulping than drinking.  Only towards the end as the flow eased did I get a chance to savour his seed: a pungent animal flavour.  Right away I knew I would want it again.

 

But this time, when he was done, he pushed off my head, and lay still, clearly depleted, looking skeletal, half dead.  “Leave me now”, he said, and so I did.

 

My walk to my room was through campus.  In the early evening I must have looked a sight.  Walking “I’ve just been fucked” funny, reeking of sweat, sperm and anal sex, a big grin on my face.

 

I had sex with Ichabod three other times; each was an amazing experience.  But then a new favourite took my place, as I knew would happen.  But all that year I was a star student, according to my grades.

 

These days, I doubt professors can get away with what was common then.  But when I became a professor myself, and then retired, I learned there were other ways to work the system.

 

But that’s another story.

 

Describe what it is like to suck a giant cock.

What was going through your mind?

How old were you, how was old was he?

Describe the stretching of your lips. How did it feel? What color was your lips?

We're you scared. 

Were you forced to Deepthroat?

What was the comparison of the size of his cock in comparison to your hand?

A young boy gets head for the first time and cums in his mouth. Curious he ask what does it taste like. The boy French kisses him. 
Let me know what the boy thinks it taste like. How old should the boy be for his time with his partner. How did it start? 

Salut à tout le monde ;)

After our night in the tent, Tim and I had slept until almost noon. We woke up and the tent smelled terrible. It smelled of boy sweat, cum with a slight bit of farts. We decided, since we were going to hang out at Tim's friend Danny's later today to empty the tent and put the bedding in the washing machine. lucky for Tim I was used to doing my own laundry so we had everything washed and clean While his mom and dad went shopping, 

We had decided to get our showers and go to Danny's. I was in the shower on the second floor that was for Tim and his sister to share. Tim's sister had gone shopping with mom and dad for back-to-school clothes. She needed them since she got big tits over the summer. Anyway, I was in the shower and just finished soaping my body and hair when I felt someone behind me. It was Tim. He put his long arms around me and pulled me close. His biceps were nice and round but not too big. I soaped his arms up like they were mine. I let the water wash the soap off of my face. Then I turned around, neither of us said a word. I began soaping Tims very toned swimmer body. had almost zero body fat. I raised his arms up above his head and soaped up his considerable pit hair, then I moved to his chest. Everything was like he had been sculpted. his pecs were perfect, that little bit of hair between then got a lot of attention from me. So did his little tight nipples. Then I moved down to his belly. His stomach muscles (what we call abs today) were perfect, I spent a particular amount of time washing the trail of his belly button hair to his pubes. His pubes, God they were dark and curly and full. His dick stood like a large tree in the middle of a brush pile. I washed his balls and his rod and the big swollen head. I took the tip in my lips and tasted his precum. Then I moved down washing his hairy legs. left then right. His legs looked really hairy since they were wet. Tim turned around and I worked my way up his legs to his hairy crack. I had not noticed the black hair growing in his crack before but I soaped it up, and soaped between his cheeks sliding a soapy finger into his butt hole Then up his back to his shoulders. Mine were wider but on him each muscle stoop out like a comic book drawing. I reached his black curly mop of hair on his head. Then we both rinsed off. Our dicks were standing at full attention, but we didn't want to cum before we went to Danny's.

We got out of the shower, both got dried off and dressed. Tim shaved... I snickered because he only had 11 whiskers but that was 11 more than me. We put on deodorant and got dressed. We didn't wear anything fancy. White jockeys, shorts t-shirt and tennis shoes. My t-shirt had Godzilla on it and Tim's had Keep on trucking. We scarfed down some peanut butter and left a note for Tim's parents that we were going to hang out at one of Tim's friends. We blasted out of there like our asses were on fire.

Moments later we were at Danny's or Dan's as I now understood he like to be called. His red mustang was in the drive so we put our bikes up behind the house so no one could see them from the street. We rang the doorbell and waited. Moments later Dan answered the door in nothing but a towel. We quickly went inside and Dan closed and locked the door behind us. Oh lord this was the first time I had actually seen Dan; I had felt him but the tent was too dark to see. Here he was in all of his radiant splendor. Christ he was tall, at least 6 4 or 6 5. Long shoulder length wet blond hair. His face was beautiful, tanned and freshly shaven with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Unlike Tim Dan had much larger muscles. What I now call "man Muscles" His arms both were quite sinewy. Biceps, Triceps shoulders etc. were all very tight hard and pronounced under his tanned skin. His large pecs were covered with a thin coating of light blond hair. His nipples were much larger than Tim's, I learned later that Dan called them "perky “his hair trailed down from his chest to his belly and vanished into the white towel. His strong legs were covered with the same blond hair all the way down to his feet. I noticed a scar about 7 inches long on his left ankle going up to his knee. Other than that his skin was flawless. The white bath towel made his skin look almost copper in color.

"You guys want something to drink? I got soda, beer, juice and cum."  Of course, I wanted to say cum but was too much of a chicken shit so I mumbled soda while still looking at his beautiful body. He went into the kitchen and brought back 3 cokes’ as he walked his towel fell to the floor."oops" Suddenly I swear I could head blissful heavenly music. The largest soft dick I had ever seen just came into view. Planted in a furry pubic bush of blond hair and a white speedo tan line. His dick was long and wide and uncircumcised. The first uncut dick I had ever seen. "Why don't you guys get comfortable" Dan said and almost if by magic all my clothes fell off as did Tims. Of course, we were both hard as steel and seeping precum already, Dan looked at our cocks and smiled. "why don't we have our soda's and then i want to show you guys my new WATERBED" The word WATERBED made my dick even harder. Never seen one in person but they were a legend in porn magazines.

We followed Dan down the hallway. His tight butt bounced as he walked. He opened the French doors to his master bedroom and in the center was the most glorious bed I had ever seen. All stained in a dark rich wood grain. The headboard had mirrors and shelves with candles and lubes of different kinds. On the wall was a photo of Dan in a Marine corps. uniform, underneath a plaque with a purple heart. I guess he saw me looking at it, "yes that's me. i was in Vietnam and got a ricochet in my leg. The doctors were able to fix my ankle and save my foot but it took a steel rod and 5 screws. So they honorably discharged me" Now i get a pension and lots of free time. I only work at the gun shop for a little extra money and to meet other marines." He flopped back on the bed. the mattress wobbled but the frame didn’t. His soft dick flopped up against his trail of hair to his belly. Christ, I thought his cock reaches his belly button soft! The foreskin completely covered the dickhead. Kinda looked like one of those crescents rolls my mom made for thanksgiving.

Tim and I joined Dan on each side of his body. He lay there like a Jesus statue without the cross. Each of us snuggled up to his muscular arms. God, I didn't realize how hot he was. His pits were nice to begin with, still damp from showering but no musky aroma like last time. I went to work instantly licking and nuzzling that deep special place. Tim however went for Dan's mouth. They were kissing so wide and deep I Thought perhaps Tim's entire face would go inside Dan's mouth. I moved over to Dan's nipple on my side. It had contracted and became tight and hard like mine. I ran my fingers through the wiry hairs on his chest as I sicked his nip. He obviously enjoyed it as he moaned and shivered a little when I bit down. His pecs were hard and strong, seemed like his skin was almost painted on his well-defined young muscles.

As I sucked on his nipple and flicked it with my tongue, my left hand worked its way down from Dan’s hairy chest to the trail on his belly and then to his tick pubic bush. I envied him and Tim, they both had much better bodies than mine. I glanced down at his expanding log to see the foreskin pull back revealing his massive angry looking dick head.

I couldn’t help myself, I let go of his nipple and went straight for his cock. For a few moments I marveled at how the foreskin slid back and forth so easy. Then I took his dick into my mouth. I went down as far as I could, which was only about half way. His dick now that I was seeing it in the light was at least 8 inches or more and as big around as my boy scout flashlight.

I heard Dan say, “you got my first load last night. Its his turn today.” Tim reluctantly pulled away as Dan turned me over on my belly. I heard the now familiar sound of his dick slurping as KY jelly was applied. The next instant I felt pressure and then searing pain as Dan pushed his girthy dick deep into my ass. I screamed out only to have Tims dick shoved all the way down my throat. In just a few moments that huge sausage of Dan’s and the Not so huge dick of Tim began pulling back and slamming deep inside again. Oh, Christ almighty it felt like they were trying to touch dickheads inside of me.

Dan fucked me even harder than before, it hurt and felt good at the same time. Tim pushed all the way into my throat, His big knob fully enlarged and filling my throat with every push. His hairy balls slapped my chin every time he went in. Then a slight tickle began inside my butthole. Every time Dans huge wide cock pushed into me he was hitting some kind of magic spot ( I wouldn’t learn about the prostate till years later) He was like a savage animal fucking me hard deep and fast. No gentle lovemaking, this was man FUCKING His speed picked up and now his hairy thighs and balls made a smack smack noise.

Tim couldn’t hold back any longer, “fuck I’m Cuming!” Tim pushed deep and his body froze. When he came he was always like a toy that was switched off. Every single muscle in his young body went full spasm. He just held very still as his dick exploded into my throat. I was a bit disappointed that his sperm was coming out of his dick past my tastebuds. Just then he pulled back and I got the last two spurts onto my tongue. Mmmmmm that slimy savory salty deliciousness of his seed.

Dan slipped his strong arms under my chest and wrapped me in his embrace. His chest hairs tickled a little bit on my back and he licked the back of my ear. I never even knew my ears were a turn on hot button. But his huge cock and his tongue licking my ear was the final point, my cock spasmed and began squirting my cum between me and Dan’s bedsheets. I could feel my butthole tighten around his wrist thick dick and in an instant, he was shooting inside of me. He made this funny little noise like a cross between a grunt and a squeal as he began pumping. Unlike Tim he kept fucking me as he came. With every push I could feel his Man-cum squirting again into my bowels.

Finally, his balls were empty and Dan just collapsed onto me. I took his full 178lbs on my 118lb frame. His sweat and body pressing me down into the waterbed. He wrapped his hairy legs around mine. I felt like I was being wrapped up by his body. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my back and hear him gasping for air. He just lay on me I truly loved feeling the warmth of his body on me.

Suddenly he kinda jumped a bit and in seconds I realized Tim had joined us sliding his now hard once again dick into Dan’s hairy asshole. Dans body responded. I felt his dick growing once again in my guts. Dan and Tim took a minute or so before they could coordinate their thrusting but soon the three of us were like a fine high-performance engine. All parts working in unison. The three of us were all perspiring heavily and each gasping for air. Tim came first once again. Unloading his second load of the day into Dan. Dan responded by shooting another load of his cum up my abused butthole. I didn’t cum this time. We all lay there sweating and gasping. Dan could tell that I haven’t cum, he Whispered “Timmy I don’t think our boy here came again. Why don’t you take care of that.” Tim pulled out of Dan butt with a POP! Dan rolled off of me and his softening dick slid out silently. He had done suck a fine job of fucking me my hole was plenty loose.

Tim rolled me over and began sucking feverishly on my cock. Dan got out of bed and went into the adjoining bathroom, as he walked, I could see Tims cum running down his legs. I grabbed hold of Tims bicep and arm. He sucked me with one goal in mind, to get the cum out of my balls. I held his arm and felt his muscle and then the wet armpit underneath. That familiar tingle started under my balls, kind of an itch you can’t quite scratch and in seconds I could feel my internal organs all beginning to contract and work together to pump my cum into Tims waiting mouth. I shot at least 4 big jets and a number of smaller ones. Tim drank every drop. Then he pulled himself on top of me our softening messy cocks pressing together and stuck his tongue into my mouth. Again, I tasted his saliva and my salty cum.

We lay on Dans bed like that kissing and licking each other’s mouths the entire time Dan was showering. We both drifted off to sleep. Our sweat, cum and spit all mingled together. I was also keenly aware of Dans two loads of cum seeping out of my butthole, I was well fucked and tired. As I went to sleep…

 

Does anyone know how Riley Finch is doing?      The last I heard he was in the hospital for gastrointestinal issues in maybe 2020?    That's been a long time now.    On a side note pertaining to this I don't use social networking sites so those don't work for me in finding out anything.    Thanks for any information any of you all can provide, eh.

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