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Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book, placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could stare at it. And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen- sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time. His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would come! He would come! Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too, but this time nearly dry - just a wide working of the glistening eye of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

twinks sex party The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth. Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvious reaction in his tool.

I continued to stare at his cock and felt a little stirring in my groin as I stared with complete freedom at his penis. As I watched it gave a little jerk and grew a little longer. Immediately my cock responded, growing to its full length. There I was, in the shower with Tim with an erection. Just at that moment Tim chose to open his eyes and look at me. "Got a little excited, huh?" he asked. I blushed and turned away from him. "Uh, yeah," I mumbled. Tim chuckled. "Hey, dude, it's okay. Turn around." I just turned my head and saw that Tim had grasped his organ and was running a finger over the head of his cock. It was slowly elongating. "Let me look at ya," he urged. I turned around, the butterflied in my stomach beginning to circle as my heart raced. What was going on here? "That's a nice one," Tim said. "You like to look at guys pricks in the shower, don't ya?" "No," I protested vehemently. "I do. Why do you think I'm on track? I get to see all kinds of guys in the buff. It's great. You should join." "I don't--" "Come here. Why are we talking all the way across the room?" I shut off my spigot reluctantly and walked over to him. He moved over a little bit and let me share in the water. He lathered his hands and brought the right one over onto my shoulder. He slowly ran it down over my chest, pinching and rolling my left nipple as he went.

After a seconds pause to savour the feeling of Blondies hot mouth,
Red began thrusting into Blondies throat, talking all the while, too
quietly for me to hear. After a bit i noticed that blondy was taking
Red down to his flaming bush, a feat that astounded me, since Red
looked to be larger than Tom! Red looked down and saw his erection was
all the way down Blondies throat, this apparently pushed him over the
edge, as he grabbed blondies head and held it to his groin, as he let
out strangled yells, and his whole body trembled.

As Red stopped cumming, he drew his wilting cock out of Blondies
mouth, and collapsed in a limp heap on the side of the tub, legs in
the water, head out. At first, Blondy appeared satisfied with his
meal, but soon enough he bent over and began to nibble and suck on
Reds prominently displayed Balls. Red squirmed at first, but rapidly
got into it, and just as rapidly got hard again. Blonde slipped lower
and was abruptly rimming Red, hard and deep. Red started to jerk up
right, a look of perplexity on his face, but the lassitude hadn’t worn
off yet, and he fell back, a look of pleasure on his face.

At this point he noticed a couple of guys staring and turned
me around (so that my back was against his chest and stomach again).
I moved about 2 inches away so that I didnt feel his stomach against
my back (so I could try and suppress my hard on). About 30 seconds
later, with the music still pounding and the bar still packed, he
pulled me against him again. This time I reached back and unbut-
toned his jeans. I took that huge fucking cock in my hand and
started rubbing it against my bare back. At this time Sean came
up and started talking to me. “Sean”, I said, “I’m going to
jack-off Tom right here.” Sean looked and saw the huge hard
cock in my hand. “Stand to the side of me so noone can see.”
He stood to our sides and Tom kept thrusting with slow powerful
grinds against my back and hand. I wanted that cock in my mouth
and in my butt — there was nothing I could do except let him
shoot on my back.

It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

My “first time” was in high school. I was a right halfback in the
old t-formation and I had an offensive tackle, named Dick (off all
things) who was one of the best blockers in the city. He really made
me look good and paved the way for me to be all-city my senior year.
One day after practice, Dick and I went back to his home and decided
to watch some of his parents porno flicks. We got on the bed and
watched, both became very horny and hard, and he decided to do something
about it. At first, he asked if he could stick his dick between my
legs and pump away. I wasn’t thrilled by the idea, but let him go
ahead. He came in no time and left an awful mess on the bed.
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