From: agr13yotop@aol.com (agr13yotop)
Subject: Josh's Story (M/b)
Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 08:05:16 GMT
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Josh's Story
It was the Bicentennial Summer and I was just turning thirteen. I was busy
attending all the Bar Mitzvah's of my friends...and lemme tell you, they were
spectacular. Living in the Upper East 80s of Manhattan, I was from a family
with money. All my friends had money. And being a very White Anglo Saxon
Protestant, I felt left out. So my parents took pity on me and gave me a
party, too. And since I was the youngest kid in my crowd, I got to get one up
on them. I would have a twelfth birthday party! Let everyone else wait
another year until they were thirteen. Sure, there were none of the religious
trappings, I don't think there are any Episcopal rituals for kids my age, but I
had all the rest. And the gifts. And the money.
My grandmother slipped me a hundred dollar bill and gushed that it was
our secret. My grandfather did the same. As did my Uncle Harry. And my Aunt
Millie. And my mother. And finally my dad! I was twelve years old and I had
six hundred dollars in cash! And it was 1976 dollars, remember? What would I
do with them?
I knew just what I wanted.
I wanted a MAN!
Please note the capitals. Not just some male. I'd had a blow job by a
kid in school. I'd been in circle jerks and feelie sessions. No. I wanted
the real thing. And to me, a MAN meant tall and muscular and at least thirty
who would teach me all I wanted to learn. And what did I want to learn most?
Why, how to fuck, of course!
But how to get one? I had seen hustlers hanging around in the Village.
I might have been twelve but I wasn't stupid. Most of them looked pale or
grotesque. And less than clean. I wanted something better. And now I had the
money to do it!
So I picked up one of the gay newspapers that they handed out like
popcorn down there and sure enough, there was an ad for a service. And because
my dad is a city commissioner and has a cross index for phone numbers in the
townhouse, I knew the number belonged to Joe Brunelli in the East Sixties.
Hey, practically in my neighborhood.
So I took to hanging around the address, seeing the men coming and
going and at last, I rang the bell. Mr. Brunelli answered. He was
surprisingly young and when he saw me take out six one hundred dollar bills and
lay them on the table, he salivated. A moment later he took out a big book
full of pictures of men...all kinds of men; usually in the nude and with
beautiful muscles. Not all of them were in town, he informed me. Not all of
them would be interested in having sex with a twelve year old, even for the
outrageous sum I was offering. (I simple young soul, did not know the going
rate for street hustlers was fifty bucks and high ranking call boys usually no
more than a hundred! Ah, days of youth!) But when I pointed out the type I
wanted, he promised he'd see what he could do.
Almost as an afterthought, I told him I wanted a man who'd let me fuck
him. You should have seen Mr. Brunelli's face. "That'll make it harder," he
opined. "I assumed you wanted it up the tush. Most all men would. Well, all
I can do is try. I'll call you." And with that he shut the door.
I set by my phone (one of my twelfth birthday presents) for what seemed
like an eternity. Truth to tell, it was only two weeks. Every time the shrill
sound came I leapt to it but it was never Mr. Brunelli. Then one day, I heard
his hesitant voice and he informed me that he'd found just the man I'd been
looking for. And would Saturday evening be all right. And would I be sure to
bring what I had "showed" him....meaning the money, I understood. I assured
him that I would.
So I was to go to his apartment building (which he owned, I later
learned) and there I would meet my man.
I told my parents I was going to the movies. Not that they paid any
attention. They were going to a play. At 6:45 I was standing at the corner of
Fifth and East 65th hang around expectantly. Promptly at 6:59, I rang the
bell.
Joe ushered me upstairs to his apartment where he swept before me and
presented like an artist showing his work, 6'4" of massive muscle man who got
to his feet, accordion like, off the sofa. Slowly, he rose above my until my
nose barely reached his sternum! "So," he said, presenting his hand, "This is
the kid who wants to fuck me, huh?"
I gulped at sight of the gorgeous black haired man who's thick chest
hair peeked out at me through the top of a black and gray checked flannel
shirt. I shook his hand solemnly. It engulfed mine. The massive muscles of
his body looked like solid bronze covered by thin layers of straining cloth.
Under the blue denim of his jeans I could see the bold thickness of what I knew
had to be a gorgeous adult cock; it ran across to one side and I instinctively
wanted to reach out and run my fingers along its outline. I gulped again!
"You approve?" Joe Brunelli asked. I nodded my head up and down as if
it were on a string, unable to take my eyes off the great bulk of musculature
which stood in front and above me and had not let go of my hand.
He exuded masculinity. It seemed to flow from every pore. And as I
looked at him, I felt my knees grow weak with desire.
"Is it okay with you....uh....."
"Max," the other supplied.
"Max?" I finished.
"Kid," he replied, "I'm gonna make your dreams come true tonight!"
With that, the deal was pretty much settled. Solemnly, I counted the
six one hundred dollar bills which had been nestling in a secret hiding place
in my room these last two weeks, into the open hand of Mr. Brunelli. Business,
settled, he said, "Why don't you two go upstairs? You know the apartment,
Max."
The big man nodded. "Come on, kid," he said, nodding down at me and
placing a big callused hand on my shoulder, "Let's get it on!" Silently, I
followed him out the door and up the stairs to where my moment of truth was to
take place.
When he closed the door he turned around and looked down at me. I
hesitated. Without asking, he lifted up my chin and bent down and kissed me
lightly on the lips. A moment later I had molded to his big body; the great
muscles hard against my twelve year old frame. My little boner was already
scratching at my bluejeans. When we broke away he looked in my eyes and said,
"What would you like to do? Have me strip for you? Pose? Just sit and talk?"
"How..how much time do I have," I stammered, ever practical.
He chuckled softly, "For six hundred dollars, you can have me all
night! When do you have to leave?" I managed to tell him that no one kept
track but I ought to be in by eleven. "Then we have nearly four hours," he
replied.
He smiled again and then led me to the bed room and sat down on the
bed, taking me in his arms once more. "Don't be nervous," he whispered, "I'm
going to do my best to make it everything you want.
We lay together on the bed as he stretched out, kicking off his boots,
as I settled in next to him. He leaned his head on one hand as he began to
talk to me, making me at my ease. I softly answered his questions....where I
went to school, what movies I liked, what books I'd read....what experiences
I'd had. I watched his handsome face as he talked, staring at the full lips
which had kissed me and dying to kiss them again. At last, when I had calmed
down and even my cock had begun to ease up on his solidity, he slowly reached
out and ran a finger along my jaw line. I shivered in spite of myself and my
dick sprang into instant hardness again. He smiled at my reaction and slowly
rose from the bed and began to undress. As he did so he talked to me quietly,
talking about working out and pointing out each muscle and telling me their
name as they were exposed. In less than a minute he stood without his shirt
on, the big hairy chest seemingly as wide as the door we had just come through.
As though it were nothing unusual, he absently opened his belt buckle and began
to take off his pants.
My breath skipped an intake.
I stared at him mesmerized as he removed his pants and then his socks.
He reached for the elastic of his jockey shorts where I could see the outline
of his manhood beneath, when he paused again and asked, "Would you like to take
them off for me?"
I gulped. I would like nothing better. In an instant I was squatting
at the foot of the bed and reaching out. I took the top of the white cotton
and slowly began to pull the shorts down. In spite of myself, I gasped as I
saw the dark black thick rings of his pubic hair appear. An instant later, I
could see the top of his man column. I hesitated. "Go ahead," he prompted.
With one long swallow, I pulled them down. The big piece of uncut man meat
sprang out and pointed at me an instant later. I gasped in surprise in spite
of myself.
He only chuckled and encouraged me to finish the job. A moment later
his big hairy balls appeared as I pulled the fabric over the thick muscles of
his thighs. For an instant they wee caught in the pressure of his flesh but he
flexed his legs and they came down again. Soon, they were draped at his feet
and he kicked them to the other side of the room. "Here I am," he said, quite
unnecessarily.
Here I sat on the foot of the bed with 6'4" of (I later learned ) 240
pounds of musculature, but I could not take my eyes of the huge piece of man
meat which was rising inexorably towards me. "Lie back on the bed," he
instructed, "And lemme pose for you."
Instantly I sat propped up against the head , my legs wide (only
thinking to take off my shoes) as the beautiful naked man stood in the middle
of the room and began to go through the kind of bodybuilding show I had seen
pictures of. No one I had ever seen in pictures held a candle to this man, I
believed. Slowly, silently, he moved through the ballet of the bodybuilder.
He was gorgeous as he showed me his muscles...in front, in back....legs,
arms....rising, squatting.....exposing. His thick cock sprang up and down as
he worked, and when he bent over to show me his butt, he reached behind and did
something they had never seen done at Madison Square Garden...he spread his
cheeks and exposed the hole I had come for. I closed my eyes for a moment in
abject lust. My little hard on was aching to get out. Quickly I gave it a
squeeze as he turned around.
He saw me and smiled. "Lemme see you, now," he said. Almost shyly, I
began to pull down my jeans. At his suggestion, I stood up in the middle of
the bed and undressed under his quiet scrutiny. It took only a second but I
was soon as naked as he was. He approached the bed and gestured me forward. I
joined him, still standing on the mattress, as he took me in his arms and
kissed me again. Enveloped by his muscular frame, I felt myself grind into his
body. My still hairless boy cock was trapped against the hairy abs. As his
tongue snaked into my mouth, I grabbed his neck with my arms and ground my lips
into his.
For several moments we kissed like that, before his softly instructed
me to lie down on the bed once more. As I did, he moved over me and kissed my
tits and then laved my belly button with his tongue. A second later, he
swooped down and gobbled up my kid meat in his big mouth! Swiftly, he
suctioned my dick as I gasped and grabbed hold of his head. A few quick
thrusts of my young boyhood and I was jetting kid cum into his waiting mouth as
his tongue massaged my little cock and took the jism I'd been storing since the
day before!
I shuddered to a stop as he continued to swallow my load. When I was
at last finished, he came off me, licked his lips as he smiled and said,
"There! How'd you like that?"
"But I came!" I wailed, seeing six hundred dollars fly out the door.
It had been over in a moment! What about my four hours?
"Of course you did," he answered, settling down beside me. "And you
will again. I just want you to appreciate it. Now that you've cum, you can
enjoy the ride a lot more."
"You...you mean, you'll let me do it again?" I asked.
He looked at me quizzically. "Of course, I do," he answered. "You
didn't think that was all I was gonna do, did you? I thought you wanted to
learn how to fuck!"
"I do!" I replied, "I just thought....."
He laughed. "No, kid. I'm not the kind of shit to hit and run.
Before I'm through with you, you'll have cum at least a couple of more times."
His eyes twinkled. "And so will I!"
Well, he was right. Finished once, I could enjoy what ensued a lot
better. He nestled me into the crook of his arm while he reached over and took
my slimy cock into his hand. I didn't have to recuperate. I was still as hard
as a rock. My little dick would be able to do a lot more that evening, I
suddenly realized. Tentatively, I reached out and took his big cock into my
eager hand and began to milk the foreskin over the head as he was doing to
mine. He groaned in pleasure. "That's right, kid! Play with that big dick!
Play with all of me. Any part of me. My body is all yours tonight."
Silently, my lips sought his again and together we kissed once more. A
long, lingering kiss. The kiss of a man and a boy! I loved it.
As his thumb and forefinger inspected my little wand, so I did his
thick manhood. As he felt each other, he told me all the things we were going
to do! My young prick stayed hard as he talked; my mind envisioning what I
would soon experience.
As we talked, I watched his muscles move, twitch, and flex. I could
not think of any place on earth I would rather be at that moment. At last
after he felt I had recovered enough, he hunkered over me again and said, "Now
I'll give you a real blow job!" In a second, he had enveloped my slender
twelve year old dick once more.
He opened his lips, placed them over the head of my little spear of boy
meat, and then slid them all the way down my slender crank. I was all the way
in again.
I watched him during the whole process, and when I felt his lips wrap
around the base of my young twelve year old dork, I felt my body grow weak. I
grabbed the back of his head for support and forced myself to stay calm. His
mouth was wrapped all around my boy cock! My little spear was all the way in a
full adult man's mouth! And not just for a moment, this time. Christ!!!
That's right, suck me, I wanted to yell. But I was still too shy of
him to do such a thing. Slowly, quickly, every which way, he massaged my
sensitive prong with his tongue, slipping it around in his mouth and laving
against my tender head. He would sometimes use both his mouth and his hand at
once and the double stimulation hit me like a bolt of electricity! His spit
came drooling out over his fingers. Sometimes I pushed inwards until I was all
the way as far as I could go, my prick bouncing at the back of his mouth where
it enters the throat. The opening slipped against and over my cock head; and
each constriction sent me further and further into orbit.
I grabbed his handsome head! I held it as I fucked his face!
I swept my young hands into the mop of thick black hair and pushed my
young meat farther inside him! I wasn't about to do anything wrong!
I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was only twelve years old and this
gorgeous man was ready to do my bidding. True, I was paying a lot of money for
the privilege, but I didn't care. I was getting my cock sucked by a real MAN!
The man was laving it! Slobbering over it! Gathering my juices closer and
closer to the surface. Giving me a blow job!
I watched his handsome mouth fuck back on my little boyish spear;
watched as his tongue played with my little cock head; smoothed it with the
rough surface of his tongue, before opening wide and letting me slip all the
way into him again.
I noticed his hand slither down between his thighs and wondered what he
was doing down there, but my concentration on his luscious mouth around my
tender twelve year old spear, understandably distracted me.
Suddenly, he rose up and towered over me? "Wanna give it a try?" he
asked, his big man cock swaying rhythmically in front of my face?
Did I?
A moment later he had us lying in a sixty-nine position and I was
enveloping his big man meat as he once again attacked mine!
For the next twenty minutes we sucked each other -- sometimes together,
sometimes separately. When I got between his big spread thighs and began to
chow down on his erect man cock as he had done mine, I ached to give him half
as good a job as he'd given me.
Mostly however, I just gloried in the vastness of the big man.
Especially when he lay beside me; my young body pressed against his hard hairy
muscles, feeling my little dick totally enveloped by his big mouth even as his
big thick shaft pumped into mine!
I did not cum this time. Max had been right. My twelve year old cock
luxuriated in the wet warmth; pounded across the roughness of his tongue as I
enjoyed the sex he was teaching me!
At last he pulled off of me and lay on the bed, spreading wide for me.
"Time has come, kid," he said, looking up at me as I squatted on the
mattress between his heavy, hairy thighs. His thick piece of meat growing out
of its hairy nest thrilled me. "Time to learn how to fuck!"
Slowly, he ran his finger under his erect man cock and low hanging
balls; down to the hairy man crack and the small opening I could just make out
through that tangled mass. He moved his finger up and down and around at the
opening as the tender folds of man flesh quivered passionately under his touch.
He then took some cream from off the nearby table and repeated the action, as I
stared and my little dick bounced! Silently I watched him lubricate his hole!
His fingers grew more bold now, as he opened his thighs wider and
revealed the opening in all its glory! He grabbed his cheeks and spread them,
showing the big man hole as it opened. My eyes grew round at the sight.
Tenderly, Max slipped a thick finger into that dark nether world and began to
pump it up inside himself. His hips began to undulate.
His eyes stared at me as I stared at him. He was totally exposed now.
Nothing was now private.
I watched fascinated as he shoved his finger in and out of himself. It
quivered as soft moans began to come out at his gasping throat. He seized his
big, erect cock and started to milk it. Between his cock and his stud hole, I
don't know which he was most concerned about.
"Is that what you wanted to see, kid?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" I cried, mesmerized at the look of it! That the great big
forbidden man hole was actually right there in front of my riveted eyes,
exposing itself to me; quivering in front of me; spasming under his fervent
probing.
I looked closer; bringing my face nearer.
"See any dew on the head of my cock?" he asked.
I peered and sure enough; beads of moisture were attached to the
pouting entrance to his shaft.
When I told him yes, Max rasped, "Stick your finger in my ass!"
His finger came out, exposing the little hole to me. It flesh looked
soft and moist and trembled at my scrutiny. With eyes wide, I watched my own
young finger slide in towards it. He watched me as I slipped into the
entrance. His warm, moist flesh enveloped me.
When I was inside, I felt the walls cling to my finger. I was all the
way in, embedded to the knuckle! There was no resistance at all! It was warm
and velvety and...
"How's it feel?" he asked me.
I told him that it felt wet and slick and juicy!
"That's because my hole is aching for a cock. That's what it needs. A
cock up there. This is what you came for, isn't it?
I could only stare at him; stupified, as I felt his eager walls
tremble around my pistoning finger. The thought of sticking my tingling
little cock up inside the big man, suddenly seemed beyond the realm of
possibility! Nevertheless, the idea of me plunging into this willing,
clinging, soppy place made my quiver all over.
He reached between my legs and his slick hand took my kid cock again.
I wanted to faint at the intense stimulation of his palm as it brought me to a
peak of hardness that made everything else which had come before seem
inadequate.
"You're cock feels ready!" he said. "You feel that eager hole?" he
asked again.
Yeah!
"You like the feel of that man cunt around your finger? Imagine how
it'll feel when its wrapped around your prick!" His hand grasped my little
cock harder and milked it as he slowly drew me forward.
I sat back on my haunches and pumped his hand as I continued to explore
his man pussy.
He smiled at me. "I want your cock I want your cock I want your cock!
Stick your cock inside me, Josh! fuck me, Josh!"
"Fuck me!!!!" he gasped. Suddenly it dawned on me! He wanted it as
much as I did!
I only reacted. I grabbed his legs and moved them outwards, as I
watched the crack between his ass cheeks open up as his uncut cock slapped
against his abs. The man hole, nestled in his pubic forest, opened up as his
legs widened. The big manly cock and balls looked vulnerable. The pubic hair
seemed to explode around that aroused man prong as I moved forward and put my
little still slick twelve year old cock at the doorway to his ass hole!
"That's the way," he grinned up at me approvingly.
I was there! About to give him what he wanted. What I wanted. I was
going to fuck his big man hole with my young twelve year old, hairless kid
cock!
I fit my little four inches at the entrance, enjoying the feel of his
hairy ass lips tickle my slender wand. I put it directly in the slot and felt
the hole pulsate at my tender pink head.
I looked into Max's eyes and saw the eagerness at what was about to
happen to him!
"Fuck me!" he yelled again, and so I shoved. The warm buttery lips of
his soppy man hole tightened reflexively under the assault of my kid cock as I
prepared to move my slender four inches toward home!
I watched the expression on his face as I felt the ring of his
sphincter grow tight. I looked into his handsome face as I gritted my teeth
and pressed against the muscles again and pushed for all I was worth!
"Go to it, kid!" he grunted!
"Yes!" I rasped and pushed my little cock head harder against the
contracted opening to his big hunky body!
For a second more his body resisted the pressure of my determined
little cock but it had no real chance against it. Suddenly I felt his ass hole
dilate and I plunged forward! Success! I felt his hot insides surround and
clutch at my cock head as my slender young cock stabbed inward.
He whimpered as my dick moved forward into his big adult ass hole. The
warm moist walls slid around my slender wand as I moved in and up the milky
confines of his man pussy! I felt Max's hard ring of muscles scrape along the
tender skin of my invading kid cock and clamp down over the base of my young
boy dick as I reached the limits of my penetration. I was all the way up
inside his fuck hole and ready to be a man!
I froze inside him as I looked down at his conquered, spread body!
Time seemed suspended as every nerve in my young frame centered in my little
cock buried to the hilt in his big warm, wonderful love channel! All I could
feel was the tight, wonderful throbbing of his pulse against my little shaft;
the lovely smothering warmth of his insides surrounding my eager little dick;
the glorious sight of an adult man below me fully exposed and mine to fuck!
I gathered him up in my slender arms as he moaned at the way his man
hole trembled around my twelve year old rod.
"Fuck me!!" Max cried again as he grabbed for his own cock and began to
Joe himself off.
I began to move inside the big muscular body. My little kid dick began
to slide slowly against the smothering warmth of his clutching ass hole. I
felt his inner walls massage my slender prong as it glided against the sides of
his manly hole; felt the tight ring of the lips of his man pussy ripple around
the base of my four inches of boy meat.
I moved inside Max; felt his inner walls massaging my slender prong as
it grated against the sides of his man hole; felt the hairy ass lips ripple
around the base of my tender four inches of boy meat.
I felt him crumple under me as he groaned and threw his big muscular
arms and legs around my small, young body! He was accepting me! His adult
hole vibrated as it actually accepted my little twelve year old kid cock! His
hole quivered wildly around my childish spear; massaged it; clung to it with
the warm, wet surface of his inner walls. His hungry hole began to move up and
down against me; assisting with the in and out motions of fucking.
I slid up and into Max with all four rigid inches of my twelve year old
cock! Though it was small, Max loved it! I watched him screw his sizzling man
cunt up and around my young invading wand, panting and moaning. He grabbed me
and pulled me fully into his big butch body, throwing his hips up and his legs
around me. I felt the oily thighs wrap about my waist as Max moaned and
repeated over and over again, "Fuck in me, fuck in me, fuckinme, fuckinme,
kid....." He cuddled me in his arms as he drew my face down to his fabulous
broad chest again; the hairy pecs upthrust before my eyes. He stroked my hair
and kissed the top of my head as he kept saying it, "Fuckinme, fuckinme,
fuckinme, fuckinme....."
His rocking rotating hips massaged my stiff little dick in his warm,
moist hole and this gave me the greatest thrill yet. To feel the sheath of his
fuck channel's silky flesh writhing around my young cock made it quiver wildly
and send back voluptuous sensations to my brain. I could not have described
the phenomenon in those terms then, but I knew it felt great!
My young boy cock had begun the natural in and out motion of fucking,
but I knew instinctively not to go too fast. The longer it took, the better it
felt for both of us, I already understood. Slow and steady. Slow and steady.
That was the way to fuck!
Max liked the way I did it. I wanted him to know that I knew what I
was doing so he'd want me to do it again and again.
He watched me as I fucked him, just as I stared down passionately at
his adult body and face. I kept picturing him in a bodybuilding contest! I
imagined what we must look like. A great big beautiful man; tall and athletic
and ready for action; his torso all shiny and throbbing. I thought of my
slender little twelve year old boy meat plunge back and forth into that hungry
fuck channel. I knew that most men never got the chance to have sex with
anyone as gorgeous as Max; never got to touch such a wonderful expanse of
luscious male flesh; never got to squeeze it and rub it and play with it as
their cocks plowed deeply into the beautiful man's body below while he
whimpered for more!
I felt my young twelve year old rod slipping back and forth into the
ring of moist, tight and hungry hole which grabbed tightly around the base of
my little shaft! I looked down at the little pink column going in and out of
the adult male and felt his sensuous caressing of my little twelve year old
wand with his adult fuck channel. I was a little boy fucking a grown man; He
was mine tonight! A beautiful male who would let me do anything I wanted to
him...even to FUCK HIM!!!
"Oh, Wow.....!" I cried, shoving my little stiff crank into his happy
man cunt as I bobbed my hips. My stiff young cock stoked up and down, in and
out, of his hungry sheath. Max bumped gently beneath me, tilting his ass
upwards with each downwards thrust of my boyish young prick. His inner flesh
seemed to grasp me, rippling and writhing. I stroked faster.
"Oh, yes!" Max responded at my increased tempo. "That's it! Plow me!
Go fast! As fast as you like! Screw me, kid! Screw me hard!"
I threw my hips into high gear, plowing Max with all I had. My head
grew light as I pounded my turgid prick into his bumping, roasting fuck
channel.
As he grabbed his big thick cock again, the hooded head red as a
firecracker, the big, beautiful man gave me a green light for full speed
fucking because he knew I was on the verge of a luscious cum inside his sticky,
slick fuck channel. He started pumping that thick column of his over and over,
the uncut head winking up at me as the foreskin covered it over and over again!
All Max needed was a few more jabs from my hard little prick into his hungry
hairy hole to tumble over the threshold into paradise once more.
As my little prick began to speed up, his fuck channel quivered around
my little rod and pulled me in. Max' passion surged. His hungry hole began to
quake! We both began to whimper and our cries became gurgling moans of
passion. His heels drubbed on my backside as one hand clung to my body and the
other moved like a blur at his great cock! He clung to my young body as I
grasped harder to his bigger one. His bottom bounced against the mattress.
My eyes rolled back and my head became light. I seemed to float. Then
I jerked and my little body, heaved forward, digging my cock as deep as it
would go within Max's rippling, roaring man cunt. My prick twitched in the
warmth surrounding it as I began to spurt load after load of boy cum into him,
even as I felt his hungry fuck channel push up against my hairless groin
holding me totally inside him with the ring of his sphincter as his big adult
dick spurt hot cum over both of us again. He covered all four inches of my
little swollen shaft with the drippy insides of his quivering fuck channel! He
grimaced at the double onslaught as his big juicy prick continued to ejaculate
thick bolts of man cum and his fuck channel kept pounding up at me as my little
wand continued to pump a steady stream of boy juice into his lusty male body.
For the second time tonight I had come inside him.
But it would not be the last before the session was through. And
before I left, he gave me his number so I could get together with him again.
"And this time's for free," he whispered in my ear. "I always wanted to be
fucked by a kid. And....you're my all time fantasy."
Life's funny, isn't it?
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