Date: Mon, 23 May 2016 14:07:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight High School Cock--700 East-Vince

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It had been two weeks since Cole, Jesse and Trent had blasted their loads
down my throat in front of my house.  School was keeping me busy, and the
only dick I had sucked was Vince, Cole's brother.  Unlike my usual
encounters, this one was totally unplanned and initiated by the straight
guy.

It was early evening, cool, and I was taking my dogs for their walk.  I had
three dogs, all on the larger side, and I walked them separately as it was
impossible to walk all of them at the same time.  As I walked the first
two, I noticed Vince was outside mowing his lawn.  The first time I could
hear the mower running in the back yard, and on the second walk he was on
the other side of the house away from me.  After finishing the walk with
Marley, I hooked Max up and began walking down the driveway to the
sidewalk.  As I got closer to the corner, I saw Vince was now mowing his
front yard.  Shirtless, Vince was wearing black basketball shorts, white
tennis shoes and sun glasses.  He had virtually no hair on his chest, but
the hair surrounding his navel gathered into a healthy dark blonde trail
that disappeared under the waistband of his basketball shorts.  I hadn't
seen Vince since the night of the homecoming party, and when I rounded the
corner on the sidewalk he looked up from his mowing, looked at me and
smirked.  I continued walking down the sidewalk and when I was about in the
middle of his house I turned around.  Vince was standing in his front yard,
mower running, with his hands on his hips.  He still had the smirk on his
face.

Max and I finished our walk, and I led him to the back yard and unhooked
his leash.  I walked up my driveway and sat on my front porch.  In this
position I had a clear shot of Vince and his front yard.  Vince was mowing
diagonally, so either his back or his front was facing me.  On the second
diagonal turn, Vince looked in my direction and saw me.  I was too far away
to see if he was still smirking, but it wouldn't have surprised me if he
was.  Each time he finished a row and turned around, he looked in my
direction.  Vince finished the last row, facing me, cut the mower engine,
and stood there looking at me.  He looked at me for a couple of minutes,
then turned to go into his garage.  Getting about half-way to the garage
opening, Vince turned around and walked back to his mower.  He looked in my
direction again, then put his right arm in the air and motioned for me to
come over.  I slowly walked down my porch steps, and up my driveway to the
sidewalk.  Vince was standing in the same position as I crossed the street,
and walked the short distance down his driveway to where he stood.

"Hey man, what's up?" I said when I got to Vince.  Vince's head nodded
slowly up and down, as if he was looking me over behind his sunglasses.
"Go in the garage," he said in a low voice, "I need your mouth."  I looked
into the cluttered garage and didn't see much space to do anything.  "Where
at?," I asked, not really seeing very much space.  "Back by the work
bench," Vince responded, still in the low voice, "there's room back there."
I looked into the garage again, and at the very back, by the door leading
into the house, I saw the work bench.  I walked in, and walked around
stacked tubs, scattered boxes, and exercise equipment to the work bench.
The bench was littered with various tools, rags, and a lamp that looked
like someone was trying to re-wire.  I stopped at the end of the bench,
turned around, and saw Vince pushing the mower in.  Once it was parked,
Vince looked in my direction and walked toward me.  Vince was standing
beside me, his sunglasses still on.  His head nodded up and down again,
looking me over.  Slowly, Vince brought his right hand up, put it on my
shoulder and pushed down.  Although we were in the back of the garage, the
garage door was still open and there was plenty of light coming in.  I was
now on my knees in front of Vince, his crotch inches away from my face.
"Are you going to close the garage door?," I asked Vince, looking up at
his, hesitating for a minute.  "Why?," he said, as he put his right hand on
the back of my head and pulled me into him.

Vince's crotch was hot from the mowing, and the nylon covering his lower
body only intensified the heat.  My mouth began to trace his bulge through
his underwear and shorts, and Vince pulled my head in harder holding it
against him.  My mouth worked up and down Vince's bulge, and it was wet
from my tongue and spit.  "Ahhhhh yea," Vince moaned in a low voice,
"that's it..."  I could feel his dick growing harder from my mouth, and he
began moving my head up and down.  Vince finally released my head a little,
and I brought my hands up to the waistband of his basketball shorts.  As I
slowly pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down, I put my mouth against his
heavy dark blonde trail.  My tongue licked and sucked his hair down to his
heavy full bush.  I had pulled Vince's shorts down to reveal about ¾ of
his swollen cock, and it was pushing up hard under my chin while I buried
my face in his pubes.

I moved down and wrapped my mouth around the base of Vince's cock, and felt
it twitch and jump.  With my lips wrapped around the top of his cock base,
I began to work down the length of Vince's shaft, pulling his shorts down
farther as I went.  His shorts pulled down over his swollen head, and
Vince's cock pushed up strong against my lips.  I was working my lips down
to his cock head, when Vince pushed my head down and pushed his hard cock
into my mouth.  "Fuuuuck yesssss," Vince groaned, as his cock slid into my
mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

Vince grabbed my head with his left hand, while using his right hand to
steady himself against the work bench.  His hips thrust in slowly at first,
sliding all his 8 inches across my tongue and into my throat.  Vince's
shaft was hard and twitching, and wet from my spit and his leaking pre-cum.
He began to steadily pick up his mouth fucking pace, now using both hands
to send his cock down my throat.  "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...," Vince groaned
over and over, as he alternated fucking my throat and pushing his cock in
and holding it there.  Each time I would deep throat Vince's cock and he
would hold my head against his full pubes, my throat muscles would wrap
around him and milk.  I would bring my tongue out and run it across his
full heavy balls, coating the hair that was growing on them with my spit.
This technique was almost too much for Vince, as each time I would do this
his "Fucks" got louder and his cock grew harder.

Vince was now full-on skull fucking me, and my nose was buried in his pubes
over and over again.  With each hard thrust into my throat, Vince would
move his feet up onto his toes so he could push in harder.  Vince's hands
gripped my head hard as he slammed his full thick 8 inches into my throat.
Suddenly his paced slowed, and then picked up again at almost double speed.
"I'm gonna fuckin' shoot dude...," Vince almost growled out, as he slammed
into my throat one final time and held my head tight.  "AHHHHHH
FUUUUUUCK...FUUUUUUCK...FUUUUUUCK...," Vince yelled as his worked over cock
exploded into my throat.  I could feel his hot quick shots hit the sides of
my throat and slide down.  I couldn't tell how much he was coming, but his
hips thrust into my face at least six times.  Vince held my head tight as
he unloaded into my gut, and I breathed easily through my nose.  I didn't
even have to swallow as the loads shot straight into my stomach.

Finally, Vince released my head and slowly pulled his still twitching cock
out of my throat.  His cock was wet and slimy, and a string of spit mixed
with cum went from his cock slit to my mouth as he pulled away.  I looked
up at Vince, who was still wearing his sunglasses, and his face had no
expression.  His cock was still ¾ hard and he made no attempt to pull up
his shorts and boxer briefs.  I put my right hand on the top of the work
bench to balance myself as I got up off my knees.  I looked at Vince and he
was still expression less.  I looked at his cock again and it was in the
same state.  I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, and turned to
walk out of the garage.  "Where you going," Vince finally spoke.  "I
haven't nut since Celia left on Wednesday; that's three days; I need to
fuck..."