Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2016 15:32:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prospects

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Prospects

By Simon Peter


I wake up horny as hell! Even after taking a shower and shaving, I am still
erected. I maintain my erection through pissing out my full bladder. Fuck!
I want to fuck! Bad!

As I look at my naked body and my erection in the mirror hanging on the
closet door, I reflect upon my fuck prospects. Today? Nil. Shit! I need to
do something about that. I run my hand up and down my cock shaft, feeling
it hard and throbbing. Masturbation will not be enough for me today. What I
need is pussy. I need it wet and warm. I need to feel round, firm breasts.
I need to suckle on hard tits, play with a clitoris, lick smooth round ass,
kiss full red lips. I need to play with long hair and nibble on ears. I
need a girl. Oh, Giselle, baby, where the fuck are you?  I used to go out
with Giselle a couple of months ago. She was a great fuck-the greatest,
actually! The thing about her that turned me on the most was her lack of
inhibition when we fucked. She would orgasm when I licked her clit,
spraying my face with her warm juices. I would use her cum as lubricant and
enter her wet pussy, with her still whimpering with her orgasms, making
sure that I position myself in such a way that my cock shaft would rub on
her clitoris as I fucked her. She would orgasm again and again before I was
even close to cumming. I would hold her hands up, pinning her, as I drove
inside her pussy, harder and deeper. She would bite my neck, sometimes
painfully. When I once released one of her hands to pull her teeth away
from my neck, she drove her fingernails with her freed hand into my butt
cheek, which made me pound her harder and made her orgasm under me more
intensely. She bit on my lip drawing blood. As soon as I tasted the tangy
saltiness mixed with sweat and the juices I had had earlier, I exploded
deep into her cunt, filling her with my sperm. She would let out those
little whimpering screams as she came again and again flooding my cock and
pubes and balls with her hot juice. She drove me wild!

But this line of reminiscing is not helping at all! My cock throbs harder.
It stands straight up, almost vertically, 20 centimeters (8 inches) of
thick shaft and a cut, mushroomed head. This cock shouldn't want for pussy,
I complain. It should be buried deep in a warm, wet tunnel, working it
until it orgasms, flooding me with hot juices, lubricating the thrusts,
until my cock explodes hard and deep.

Man, I am so horny! The problem is that I need gratification today. There
are two girls in one of my English lit classes who have shown some
indication of being attracted to me. But will that lead to sex?  Tonight? I
doubt it. It takes time to win over a girl, enough to get her to bed. Girls
need to be romanced, seduced, "gentlemaned," if that is a word! They need
to be taken out, talked sweetly to about nothings. They need to sit and
watch stars and moons, for Chrissakes. And, guess what? My dick can't wait
that long.

A guy then. Yes, I can do a guy. I am bisexual but although what I am
fantasizing about is pussy, a hot man-ass and a throbbing man-dick will do
as well. Guys are easier to get, when it comes to sex. If you can find the
right one, you can have him sucking on your cock within the hour.

God, I need someone to suck on my cock, today!

Ok, then, a guy. How will I find one? I reflect on my prospects in that
regard since I have counted off chicks.

I will probably meet, say, 100 guys on campus today. Not all friends or
acquaintances, even, but simply guys on campus. If I am to believe the
statistics, an average 10% of any population should be gay. So out of the
100 guys, 10 stand the chance of getting to suck me. I can easily add
another 10 who are straight but curious. With the right move, mutual
sucking is a possibility, even fucking, although that is not as
probable. Very few guys go for actual anal penetration, actually. But
that's ok. I can live with that.

So now I have 20 possible guys. Since I am so horned and boned, I
optimistically add another ten guys who are straight but can be lured to
accept receiving a blowjob. Experience tells me that this is not improbable
and that although claiming to be straight, they can be seduced into sucking
cock. Thirty guys. Not bad.

But hold on a minute. Out of the thirty, I will probably find half that are
attractive enough for me to have sex with. I prefer fairly tall guys, at
least 175 centimeters tall (5'7 to 5'8), although a shorter, very cute guy
will also do. I like slim, fit guys, not overly muscled, but fit, firm and
hot looking. Color, race or religion does not make a difference. So that's
cool.

Fifty percent of 30 guys is 15 guys. I can do any of those fifteen guys
that I like. But as I reflect some more, I realize that of the fifteen,
there must be around, say, half that find me attractive enough to go to bed
with. Shit! The numbers are dwindling.

There are now 7.5 guys left, well 10, since I am not such a bad-looking
guy. Is there any other variable I need to consider? Hell, yes! I don't
like effeminate boys, and there are many of those on campus. That should
strike out at least five of the remaining ten.

I am left with five possibilities. That is not too bad if I knew WHO those
five fuckers are. How will I be able to tell? Since I will not do an
effeminate guy, I can't really guess who of the other five can be lured
into bed. If I could, I would walk over and invite them to my place for a
beer. That's easy enough. I'm sure that at least one will accept and end up
in bed with me. But who are those fucking guys and how can I locate at
least one of them? All I need is one hot guy. Is that too much to ask?
Shit! This is difficult! But I really need a fuck. I am still standing in
front of the mirror, still butt-naked, still with a throbbing hard-on.

My eyes go over my wardrobe, nothing fancy in there, mostly jeans and
t-shirts and polos. I decide on a strategy. Girls are not impressed by
outlined crotches, usually. They consider a defined bulge vulgar.

Guys are different. They do appreciate a bulge. I mean, of course, guys who
are into other guys.

I grab a pair of faded, old blue jeans that have become a bit tight and
pull them on, without any underwear. My cock almost tears the fabric with
its hardness. But when soft, I'm sure it will be outlined provocatively.
With the jeans, I opt for a t-shirt that is not overly tight but that
stretches around my nipples and abs seductively. It is a bit short, ending
just at my jeans waistband, which is great since it reveals my navel and
hair trail if I lift my arm. I study myself in the mirror. I do look hot, I
must say. I would do me in a second! The trail looks delicious,
disappearing under my jeans into my thick pubes.

I walk back to the bathroom, pull down the jeans, and jerk off. A few
strokes bring me to the edge and I shoot a load. Hmmm. Not like a fuck, but
this should satisfy junior for a while. I wipe the jizz off my cock head
and tuck my dick back into the tight jeans. Walking back to the mirror, my
cock, now soft, is outlined very seductively, a bit to the left, very
inviting.

The next step in my strategy is to try to make a point out of staring at
the crotches of those guys that I find attractive and would love to take to
bed. I will make it evident that I am interested. I will have to be careful
to control my thoughts; otherwise, junior will become totally
uncontrollable inside the revealing jeans. I will also have to be careful
not to overdo it, to avoid eliciting any nasty reaction from an overly
macho-type straight guy.

I have a quick breakfast and rush to class. The day passes with me doing
the staring strategy. Nothing bites! Shit! Will I end up masturbating
again? I look at my watch: it's almost 3 o'clock. I need to take a leak. As
I walk into the toilet, I see two guys at the urinals. I walk to the one at
the end of the line, unzip my jeans, and take out my dick.

Using my peripheral vision, I see the guy farthest from me shake his dick,
tuck it back in and walk over to the sink to wash his hands. The other guy
is two urinals away from me. I can't really see his penis, but from what I
can see without actually turning my head and staring, this guy looks just
fine.

Then I remember my strategy. Still holding my peeing cock, I turn my head
towards the guy and stare at him as the one washing his hands dries off and
leaves the bathroom.

There are the two of us, and this kid is a looker. He is definitely my type
of guy, and junior confirms this by twitching in my hand. The guy turns and
sees me staring. He smiles, nods, shakes his dick and starts to tuck it in
when he notices that I am still staring at his crotch. I can see his cock,
cut like mine, and quite impressive in its flaccid state.

The guy returns my stare, moving his eyes down to my crotch; his dick is
still sticking out. I am done with the peeing, so, still holding my cock, I
turn my body sideways, giving him full viewing access. He inhales deep and
slowly runs his fingers along the shaft of his dick. We simultaneously look
around the empty bathroom. As I start to move towards him, the door is
pushed open and two guys enter, laughing loudly. We hastily pull up our
pants, zip up, and move to the sinks. As we wash our hands side by side, I
say in a low voice, "We could go for a coffee."

He nods his head and we walk out. Yes! I found a fuck for tonight! Thank
you, sweet Jesus.

I watch his butt as we enter the campus caffette. Cute as cute can be. And
up to my specs! My heart pounds in my chest, and I try my best to keep
junior in check.

Meet Ronald. He is almost as tall as I am, looking very fit in t-shirt and
baggy, low-hanging jeans, showing the waistband of his underwear, Emporio
Armani; I can't help but notice. He has short-cut black hair, and the most
amazing green eyes I have seen. He has a light beard and I can see the
beginning of chest hair peeking from under his t-shirt collar. He acts very
normal, never giving you any indication of his sexual preferences which now
appear to be centered on me. He's in graphic design and my major is English
lit, so we don't have much in common there, although his body design is
very graphically pleasant to me, like poetry, if you see what I mean.

"You know?" he comments as we sit down with our coffee, mine black, his
with cream and sugar (the wimp!). "You took me by surprise back there." He
has this touch of a naughty smile on his face. Very appealing!

"Oh?" I pretend ignorance.

"I mean," he explains, "this is the first time I have been propositioned in
such a manner."

"It was my only recourse to the situation I found myself in when I woke up
this morning," I say, returning his smile.

"And what situation was that?" Oh, he is so mischievous.

"Ronnie," my smile widens and my eyebrows rise. "Can I call you Ronnie?"

"Only if I can call you Eddie instead of Ed."

"Deal. Well, Ronnie, regarding that situation? Needless to say, it was such
a situation that needed immediate and gratifying release, so much so that
it made me wear this pair of jeans without any underwear."

We laugh at that. He comments that although quite revealing, it is alluring
and that my strategy actually works.

"Alluring, hunh?" I smirk. "Can I allure you to my place then?"

"You definitely can. You can consider me totally allured!"

We sit and talk for about half an hour and then we make it back to my
apartment. He walks around complementing me on the place since he is living
in the dorms.

"I hate it there," he says as he walks back inside from the small balcony
that overlooks a nearby building site.

"Why don't you get a place of your own?" I ask him as I place an arm around
his waist, pulling him closer.

"It's the money, baby," he kisses me lightly just under my ear. "I'm on a
scholarship and can't afford rent."

"Ronnie," I surprise myself, returning his kiss by planting a light one on
the corner of his mouth, "this place can house two, you know."

He pulls back, an astonished look on his face.

I smile and nod my head. And just like that, with no more words, it is
decided that Ronald will move in with me even before we have sex.

I can't really describe the sex part enough. I will try, but I know that it
will fall way short of what it actually is.

We start by undressing each other as we kiss. The kissing is very
electrifying and full of lust. Our lips and mouths and tongues are working
overtime, sending shivers down our bodies, right into our cocks.

By the time we are naked, we are both fully erect and leaking. Our cocks
kiss. They are both cut, and they rub on each other as we grind our bodies
and moan into each other's mouths. I tongue him deep and he sucks hungrily
on my probing tongue and my lips.

When we sit on the couch near the bed, our arms are around each other and
our mouths are glued together. He reaches down and strokes me.

"You have a big tool, Eddie," he groans into my mouth as he runs his palm
lightly up and down my shaft.

I palm his cock, too.

"Yours is fine also, Ronnie," I respond appreciatively at his now quite
impressive hard-on. His penis must be longer than mine by at least 2-3
centimeters, I estimate. But mine is thicker. We kiss and stroke each other
for a while, our lust building. When we break for a breath, I reach for a
cigarette, relaxing back on the couch, with Ronnie's hand still around my
dick.

"Can I have one, too?" he asks.

"Sure. I'm glad you're a smoker."

I offer him a cigarette and light it for him. We inhale deeply. He releases
my cock, and we lay side by side, enjoying the smoke as it burns down to
our lungs. Although I realize the dangers of smoking- I've had so many
comments about this, it's disgusting-I still enjoy the inhaling pinch and
the relaxing exhalation as smoke puffs out of my mouth. Besides, it looks
sexy! Yes, a smoking guy turns me on sexually. I look sideways at Ronnie,
and I thank God for my luck today. Sexy? You can say that again, and
again...

Stubbing out his cigarette, Ronnie rises. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Do you need to ask?" I smirk as I hungrily watch his beautifully shaped,
naked, male body. He has a flat stomach sexily six-packed.

I can't resist the temptation and I follow him into the bathroom. He stands
at the toilet bowl, spreads his legs and presses down on his now softening
cock, letting out a long stream of yellow piss. I stand behind him, my arms
around his waist, and my crotch pressed on his butt. He groans and arches
his back against by body. I turn his head sideways and kiss his mouth as he
pees into the toilet. My cock grows hard again inside his crack as I run my
hands up and down his flat stomach and around his nipples, which harden in
response to my fondling. He wipes his dick off and turns around. We stand
in the middle of my bathroom, our naked bodies glued to each other,
grinding and kissing.

By the time we come out of the bathroom, I am almost ready to explode. This
is going beyond my fantasized expectations of the morning. I have found the
one guy that I have been working the statistics of finding. And what a guy!
He puts his hands on the hairy patch in the middle of my chest and pushes
me away a little, fondling the hairs around my nipples. I moan. My cock is
vertical and throbbing with desire, the slit glistening with the hint of
pre-cum.

As he kneels in front of me, he licks down the trail. I moan even more, my
cock crazily twitching with excitement. The second his lips wrap around the
head, my moaning is turning into cries of lust.

"Yes, Ronnie, yes!" I groan out loud. "Suck on this fucker, baby. God,
feels so good, man. Suckitsuckit."

And he obliges. He goes down on me like a pro. He tongues the shaft as he
fondles my balls, the inside of my thighs, my ass crack, and then he works
the shaft with his wet lips, centimeter my centimeter.

His spit dribbles onto my hairy balls. When he finally reaches the base of
my cock shaft, breathing through his nose into my pubes, he presses his
lips hard, still working the head with his tongue, and looks up at me with
his crazy, lustful, green eyes.

As much as I want to, I can't hold back. I explode into his throat, deep,
finally finding the release I have been seeking since the morning. He gags
but doesn't pull away. His lips, still pressed around the shaft, move a few
centimeters up then back down to the base as my spurts hit his throat. I am
holding onto his head with both hands, my back arched, my knees going weak
with the intensity of my ejaculation.

"Ahhh!" I exclaim pressing deeper inside his mouth. "Eat my shit, baby!"

When he gulps down my last squirt, he slowly pulls his mouth off me, his
hand palming the pulsing shaft of my cock. He stands up and we kiss, and I
taste my salty cum and the twinge of tobacco from his mouth.

I am still hard though. My cock is slick with spit and cum, and Ronald is
still stroking me slowly, his own hardness pressed and rubbing up and down
my thigh. Slowly, he turns me around and starts humping my butt. With my
mouth still open and panting, still savoring the taste of my own cum, I
take loud short breaths, feeling his erection slide inside my ass crack. He
humps me, with one hand fondling my nipples and the other stroking my cock.

My moaning is so loud I am afraid that someone will hear me down in the
street. Glued to my back, he walks me to the bed and lies on top of me,
still humping my crack, with me lying flat on my stomach, my coc hard and
pressed onto the mattress.

His cock feels so right in there, between my ass cheeks, and his weight on
me is so deliciously suffocating that I can barely breathe.

"Do you have protection, Eddie?" he whispers as he nibbles my ear and licks
down my neck, still sliding his hardness up and down my crack, passing
along the hole, sending shivers throughout my lusting body.

"Go bare, baby," I respond fearlessly, lustfully, carelessly.

Now, don't get me wrong. In my relationships with guys, I usually top. It
is I who does the fucking!

How can I explain finding myself begging to be fucked bare? I can't, except
that I am so far gone that I don't give a damn.

"You don't have to be concerned anyway, Ed," he whispers into my ear. "I am
clean."

At this moment, I don't care even if he had the whole African HIV viruses
in his nuts.

"You are fucking hot!" I moan back, my head buried sideways into the
pillow, my body responding to his tongue caressing my ear lobe, the side of
my cheek, and the back of my neck.

I am so full of desire that I start shaking uncontrollably as I feel his
cockhead knocking at my hole. I'm not a virgin, but I don't usually take
cock up my ass. He presses into me and penetrates. I cry out with the
instant pain of being invaded up the ass. He holds still, his cockhead
already inside my ass rim. I press my rim muscle hard on him trying to make
his penetrating cock slide out, but at the same time wanting it buried deep
inside my body.

Ronnie continues licking my neck and nibbling on my ear, sending shivers
down my body, and I feel his shaft start to slide in. His dick is not thick
and I am able to relax enough to begin feeling the pleasure of being
fucked. He goes in all the way, slowly and gently, and grinds his groin
onto my butt. I grind back against his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my
butt cheeks, feeling as if my insides are being pushed out of my body
through my throat. I feel so filled with his manhood.

When he starts his fucking, he is very gentle, pulling out his long shaft,
then thrusting it back in again, grinding on my butt. His tongue finds the
corner of my mouth and his thrusts become faster as he nibbles on my
lip. When he pulls out then back in, I feel as if it takes forever for his
long dick to make the distance.

My God! How am I able to take all this length inside me? His cockhead
pushes my insides deeper into me as he grinds, and then when he pulls out I
feel that I am being vacuumed. With my breath held deep, I wait to be
filled again with his inward thrust. With his hands running up and down my
hips and thighs, he begins to pound into me. He is panting on top of me,
his full weight pressing on my body. I can feel his hot chest getting
sweaty and slick on my back. We are both moaning and groaning with his
increased fucking tempo. His balls slam onto my upper thighs as he buries
deeper with each thrust. My hole squeezes and twitches on his rod, with my
own erection rubbing up and down my belly.

With surprisingly strong force, he pulls me up onto my knees as he kneels
behind me, maintaining his thrusting, holding onto my hips. He keeps
fucking me doggy style, and then he reaches around my hips and grabs my
cock, which is now freed from the pressure of my belly, and already
leaking. He pounds my ass and strokes my cock, pounds and strokes, and I am
almost going unconscious from his fucking.

Fuck! The guy's got technique, I think as I feel him work into my ass and
on my dick. When I finally cum into the palm of his hand, I feel him thrust
once more and goes still inside me. He squirts his sperm into me. His
moaning has turned to hoarse cries and grunts as he dumps his load. I feel
the hot fluid erupt inside my hole and I squeeze on the base of his cock
with my ass rim as he squirts more cum.

Ron seems never to finish filling me, and there is cum seeping out onto my
thighs. I find it difficult to breathe as the last of my squirts leaves my
body into his palm and onto the sheet under me through his fingers. His
cock flexes in my fuck tunnel. I squeeze on it more tightly, trying to milk
out the last drops. He bends over my back, panting, still inside me, and
licks up the back to my nape. I can't take it any longer, and I flop down
on my stomach weakly, releasing the weight off my knees, which have turned
into jelly from the intensity of our ejaculations.

When he pulls out, I feel a tear trickling down my face cheek! Fuck me! I
am crying like a fucking pussy!

My God! I have never had such a fuck before. And I am the one getting
fucked!

He lies beside me on his back, panting heavily, his body shining with
sweat, cum glistening on his cock and in his pubes, his thigh muscles
rippling with after-sex exhaustion.

I am panting, too. Ronnie places his arm under my head and I nestle into
the crook, inhaling his man scent, sweaty and mixed with the trace of clean
deodorant, feeling the warmth of his skin. He reaches for the cigarette
pack and lights two cigarettes, placing one in his mouth and the other
between my lips. We smoke.

I can tell that he is as gratified and as exhausted as I am. "I need a
shower," I say as I snub my cigarette out and move from under his armpit,
my ass feeling sore. He caresses my hair.

"Can we have one together?" he asks.

"You keep asking the dumbest questions," I laugh alluding to his earlier
request to pee in my bathroom. I pull him off the bed and we head to the
shower.

 The hot water hits us and we both moan with satisfaction, our muscles
relaxing. We rub the cum, sweat and spit off our bodies. I reach for the
soap and start on his chest. He is so beautiful, wet and sexy.

Fuck, I am one lucky bastard, I reflect as I soap his balls, his crack and
his dick. He is semi-erect and I enjoy running the soap bar around his
pubes working a rich lather. He grabs the soap from my hand and starts on
me, doing the same. I turn off the shower head, and we are both lathered
totally with thick soap. We kiss and immediately erect. Our rubbing and
grinding is now totally different, being both so lathered with soap, so
slippery, so enhanced. He turns around and places his hands on the ceramic
tiled wall, offering me his sweet, fuzzy, bubble butt.

I turn on the hot water and it splashes on us, rinsing the soap away. I
lick the water down his back, feeling the smooth skin under my tongue,
holding onto his hairy thighs, reaching his butt cheeks. They are
deliciously firm and I run my lips around the curves and taste the
soap. With one hand, I stroke him. He is hard already. With the other hand,
I fondle his balls and run my fingers into his crack while I kiss and lick
his butt cheeks. I can hear him moan with the sound of splashing water.

Oh, I am so ready for this butt! I tongue inside the crack seeking his fuck
hole. It twitches and puckers against my tongue. I probe using my finger
and he pushes back onto me allowing my finger to slide further into him. I
turn it round and round as I lick up and down his crack and butt cheeks.

I rise and place my hard cock between his cheeks spreading them with both
hands. When I press to enter, he cries out. "Fuck! Eddie, you are big! Hold
on!" he pants.

He hands me the bar of soap. I turn off the shower head and soap his butt
crack and hole. I lather my cockhead and shaft. Then I am back at his
puckered fuck hole. I press and the soap helps me enter him.

My grunt is more of a cry as I slide upwards into his tight ass. He is
holding tightly to the wall and he pushes back onto me. My whole cock shaft
slides inside him. I pull at his hair and start fucking him, standing
up. He meets my thrusts by bucking back, one for one. I am not stroking his
dick but holding onto his hips as I fuck him. He reaches down and grabs his
cock, still pushing his butt back to meet my thrusting. When I cum inside
him, I feel his hole squeeze and twitch on my cock and I know that he is
cumming, too.

Back to soaping and showering, we are both so spent, so fucked!

Out of the shower, we can't keep our hands or mouths off each other. We are
insatiable. Dry, in shorts, bare-chested, we come out of the bathroom and I
put on the water kettle and measure coffee into a pot. He finds the mugs
and asks for the cream.

"Ronnie, you wimp!" I laugh. "I don't have any cream, man. But if you
insist I can whip you some in no time-or you can whip it out yourself," I
grab my crotch and thrust it forward to him vulgarly, winking.

"You are one fuck machine, Eddie," he laughs. "I will have to learn to
drink my coffee black. Your semen might get me pregnant. Besides, my ass is
sore, you bitch." Ha-ha!

We keep at this back and forth, laughing, and I am having the greatest of
times. We step out onto the balcony, in our under shorts, carrying our
coffee mugs and cigarettes and laze on the plastic chairs for a while. It's
almost 5 o'clock and we watch the construction crew from the nearby
building site putting their gear away and getting ready to split. We remark
on a couple of hot-looking men among them.

"It would be fun to have these guys over, huh?" Ronnie smirks
wickedly. "You might enjoy being double-fucked!" he teases.

Fuck! I notice that he has already developed an erection inside his under
shorts. This guy is even more sex-hungry than I am. I have found my match.

"It would be more fun to fuck your ass, Ron, baby," I pull him inside as my
cock hardens.

We fuck and suck, taking turns, for hours. We are both so horny for each
other that it would take only a few minutes for us to get hard again for
another bout of sucking, fucking and exploding into whatever ass or mouth
that is available at the time of ejaculation. By six o'clock, we are lying
back on the bed, smoking, totally gratified, totally spent, and totally
sore.

"You're staying the night, aren't you?" I ask between puffs.

"I need to get some gear from the dorms," he says, placing his hand on the
inside of my thigh, rubbing lightly.

"I'll drive you," I offer. There is no way I am going to let him away from
my sight.

That night, neither of us have much sleep. Before going to bed to fuck, I
prepare a pasta dish. We eat, drink some beer, and fuck. Then we smoke,
take a breather, and fuck some more. And then some more. What a fucking
night! The next day, neither one of us can walk straight. My ass hole burns
and feels like a breached tunnel. My dick is so sensitive that I remain
semi-erect all day.

Ronnie and I are not together anymore. He moved out a few days ago after he
met this girl. He said he was in love with her, the bastard. Besides, he
seemed hungry for pussy juices, I guess.  Well, good things never last that
much, do they?  I think about the couple of weeks with Ronnie with
gratification and regret as I watch the crew on the construction site. One
of them is taking a leak and I can see his dick! He is naked from the waist
up. I squirm with desire. Will I ever be double fucked? Or double-fuck
someone, feeling my cock squeezed on another hard cock in some tight
man-ass? My erection hurts at the thought and I rub myself as I watch the
guy down there shaking pee drops off his dick. He glances up, sees me
watching him, fists his cock and winks at me.

I rush to the bathroom and with a couple of strokes I shoot gallons of
semen into the toilet bowl.

Simon's note: Read "Construction Tool" as a continuation of Eddie's
experiences!