It was a warm, cheery day. The kind of day were it takes very lilliputian to cause a stirring in one 's groin, and the sort of day were the need to overdress, or bed pinny on top of tee-shirts, and then brood with a coat to protect from the elements was not requisite. So, it was on that day as I stood in my bedchamber, drying myself after my too soon morning shower and looking at the cloudless sky, feeling the warm air breeze through the open window, that I first felt that quick inspiration in my loins. I must do something different today, I thought ; something exciting. Looking down at my quickly swelling cock, I stroked the length of it slowly with the drying towel. I know, I thought, I 'll visit my aunt, hopefully the opportunity of an opportunity may arise to spend sometime with her daughter ; my erstwhile sexy first cousin, who in the past indulged in a buss and nestle, hmmm I recalled, I loved squeezing her pert breasts and maybe this meter she 'll take me up on my pass to explore the hard prominence in my dungaree. With my heart speedup and my stopcock now fully erect my mother call was a well timed suspension, 'what is taking you so long up there ? You have been out of that shower down ages'! !
'Just finishing, I 'll be down now'. I replied.
'Good ! ! Hurry, I need you to return that suitcase we borrowed from Mr Guy'.
'Awwh no', I complained .'I was going to aunties to playact with privy', I lied.
'Maybe later, I promised to return that subject two days ago and I think he needs it for his holidays'. I smiled as I glanced at my hard prick, saying, 'maybe later also', and reaching into my drawer still feeling excited I selected my favourite undies and pulled them on. Looking at myself in the full length mirror I thought what a ticket looking young man I was just two weeks from my 19th birthday. I flexed my biceps, not bad I considered and that 's a okay hammer ! ! ! The still erect peter lay sideways to my leg, bulging in the tiny yellow bikini-brief.
I slipped on my stringent white Polo shirt, a o.k. cotton wool make which let my nipples poke through ; in a certain luminousness it was almost see-through and was a dead fit, stopping at the waist of my briefs and to complete my attire I decided on my matching gabardine nylon shorts which stopped about two inch above my knees.Although elasticated at the sash there was also a draw string which I tied in a knot and bow.
My mother met me at the stern of the step, suitcase at her feet ! ! 'What ? No breakfast ?'I queried. 'Go on', she started, 'skoot over quickly, its midday already, I 'll have your lunch cook when you get back'.
Bloody hell I thought to myself, no point in arguing. I strolled briskly down our street feeling foolish hoping none of my married person would see me with a large cumbersome hollow grip which would bound off my peg every now and then.Around the corner at the tush, quickly I jogged across the open gullible area to the impersonal safety device at the other side and turning into Mr Guy 's street I was comforted mentation that none of my mates would definitely see me now.
It was quite a long street which would subscribe to me about five proceedings to reach Mr Guy 's plate. The sun was warm on my face as I day-dreamed aimlessly at first until the inevitable track of my idea turned to my cousins breasts, resulting in that warm stirring in my loin again. Oops ! ! ! I better kind myself, I thought, Mr Guy 's sign is justly here ; quickly I squeezed my hand down into the waistcloth of my shorts to cup my rig erect cock around my balls., that should do, I hoped. Removing my paw as I approached the door, I noticed old Mr Guy compeer out through his window, smiling.I returned his smile and waited for the room access to open.
'Hi, come on in young man'he said and motioned with his arm towards himself, welcoming me from behind a half-closed threshold. I entered the narrow hall with my weapon system outstretched, carrying the evacuate traveling bag in front of me.
'Sorry I ca n't strike that example from you, I 'm slightly indisposed at the moment'he chuckled. It was then I noticed he had a heavily strapped casing on his right invertebrate foot and extending up to his human knee. He was wearing a bright putting surface speedo only which my eyes lingered on for a metre. He had such a full bulge I thought. I walked ahead into his lounge quickly and turning to face him, still with the suitcase, I watched as he limped towards me. I could not help returning my stare to the bulge of the tight speedo and I thought, hey this Mr Guy is not as old as I thought and apart from a cold-shoulder pot- belly was still in in effect shape.
'Sorry about my state of dress, ,or undress'he giggled, 'its just so lovely a day., too thoroughly to comprehend oneself ,'
'Wo n't you have a drink ? Even though you look so poise I 'm sure you 're dehydrated after carrying that old showcase here'. I made no reply, my head was feeling a bit brightness level. What was it ? I thought, I never felt like this before, my mouth was dry, my substance was beating faster and foreign of all my loin stirred like never before. I could sense my cock pains against the flyspeck cotton brief as it began to swell beneath my shorts. My eyes kept returning to the bright putting green bulge before me, was that the synopsis of his cock ? It was ! ! Long and thick, the prominent knob-head clearly seeable, protruding nicely against the thin bright material of his speedo which shape and colour really enhanced his bulge. He smiled as he limped past me towards the kitchen.I 'm trusted he knew I was excited. He smelt of slight lather and musk aftershave, nice I thought as my gaze followed his tight ass in the perfect tense shaped speedo covering just one-half of his pert cheeks and the telephone circuit of his ass- crack creasing the besotted soft Lycra cloth of the speedo. He opened the fridge door, reached in to get a jug of juice ; I took this meter to discreetly tweek my own straining bulge through my shorts or so I thought ! ! !
'Are you still trying to fix yourself ... .again ?'He was motionless with his spinal column still to me, but he was looking to the side past the electric refrigerator threshold to a mirror on the bulwark were my refection stared at us both. I grinned innocently, admitting my guilt. Turning around he motioned to the couch against the wall for me to aim a seat. 'Do n't concern'he said 'its just one of those days'and he openly laughed, looking down towards his now swelling bulge.
I sat on the couch towards its edge..my prick rapidldy hardening tightening against my briefs ! ! My cock was still present downwards so the straining was almost sore, but still pleasant and a pronounced bulge was now evident in my boxers. This feels goodness I considered ! ! After placing the jug of juice on the small low chocolate table in front of the couch Mr Guy now had his back to me and was stretching upwards into a kitchen wall cabinet to retrieve two looking glass. His ass was pert and shapely, the fabric of the brightly Green River speedo tightened, highlighting all his contour line, my eyes were transfixed on his speedo as if hypnotised. His waist was slender and as he turned to bring the glasses to the mesa for us to use he made a visible attack to sustain his slender pot-belly in. It worked, at that moment, his 2-dimensional stomach accentuated the frontlet speedo extrusion before me. It was awesome, ripe then I knew, I thought, 'what a cover girl aphrodisiac sight before me'.He walked slowly towards me, posing, he knew he had my complete attention and my eyes were fixed totally on his swaying bulge getting closer and closer. He was redress beside me now, standing to place the glasses on the coffee table. I edged forward closer to the table and Mr Guy, who was leaning to revoke the jug of juice was only inches from me. I was now so close to his gorgeous bulge, my case about six inches away. Every point before me, just column inch, the hardening cock stretching the thin out textile, the swelling of the bellied point with the besotted large nut adding to what I could only think was the perfect bulge only inches from my face. Mr Guy felt my closeness, he was holding his pose as long as he could, eventually he raised the jug and an empty glass turning quickly towards me and for a mo lost his footing, stumbling on his heavily cast substructure he swayed towards me.I immediately raised my hand to stop him stumbling further, my hand pressed fully on his swollen speedo. It felt good and I left it there for what seemed historic period. I placed my other deal on his waist, my fingers reaching around his ass slightly to becalm him, this caused his momentum to press cheeseparing to me. Slowly removing my hand across his bulge, squeezing ever so slightly his bulbous cock point I pressed forward to prevent him falling over and for two minute or so my face pressed fully against his glorious bulge. This was gracious I thought, the lovely musky tone of balls and putz was fully appreciated by myself ever so in short and it was there and then I knew what I wanted that day.
'Sorry, sorry', we both blurted out simultaneously as we parted. We then laughed awkwardly together.
'Its alright', I reassured him. 'We avoided a sober mishap there'. He handed me an empty glass which I held up to invite the juice from the jug. His hired hand was shaking as he poured firstly his shabu then mine. Was he having question ? ? I thought., he sat beside me, silent as if in mysterious thought. clock time for legal action I thought, I had felt his extrusion and pressed my face against it ever so briefly and I wanted more ; I had to let him have a go at it that 's what I wanted and Sir Thomas More ! ! He sat silently beside me sipping his cold drink, I could see he was excited, but deep in mentation ; possibly reconsidering the situation we had created. Here goes I thought and with half my drinking still remaining in my glass I removed it quickly from my lips jerking it so that the liquid spilled onto my lap, leaving my drawers soaking around my seawall ! ! : I jumped up shrieking girlishly, rubbing frantically at the affected area. Mr Guy reacted instantly. We were both standing, I could see he was fully upright, the top of his penis torture at the cincture of the greens speedos.
'Its okeh', I could discover him say, 'take them off so I can remove any juice blot, before drying them'. This is what I wanted., finally ; my read/write head was pounding, my beat racing as I began to pull the waistcloth cord loosening the bow. Mr Guy stood two metrical unit from me totally transfixed on my every social movement and as I slowly, teasingly eased my shorts downwards. I noticed he was now slowly stroking the length of his erection. He bent to piece up my boxers, staring heterosexual person at my straining gibbousness and as he moved past me towards the kitchen sink he reached his hand ever so slightly onto my lily-livered two-piece brief and with the little squeeze in a split second said, 'you 'll postulate to fix that again'.
He rinsed my shorts before placing them to dry on a warming radiator that he had just switched on. More heat I thought ! !
'While they are drying, could you please put the suitcase back in my attic., I 'll never finagle with this casting on my foot'.
'Okay, have you a measure ravel', I asked looking him eye to eye devilishly, wondering, you are unvoiced and horny in a sexy speedo, I 'm certainly hard and horny in my preferent aphrodisiacal undies, we 're both bulging, let 's protrude to cause fun. He returned my mocking stare with a smile as if to say, longanimity, all in good time.
What the perdition I thought, let 's go along with this ! !
'No stepladder, use this'I heard him say, pushing a little bar stool towards me. It was certainly unsteady and was only big enough to put forward me halfway up to the Ionic ; still this was an opportunity to indicate off my firmly rooster I thought. I mounted the toilet and it rocked from position to side. 'Its OK, I 'll stabilise you'Mr Guy reassured me. 'You full'I teased him with sexy grin ; we were definitely thinking the same now, I felt. I had to gain my arms fully above my head which lead to the commode rocking from side to side even more. My fingers pressed against the attic room access and momentarily steadied the stool.
'Hold that !', Mr Guy 's vocalism was shaky.,
'I 'm trying, it 's hard you know ! !'I said.
'I most certainly do hump how hard it is ! !', he giggled.
I then felt his hands grip me above my waist, he positioned himself close to my throbbing bulge, his face opposition. His mitt although gripping me to steady my lieu were also caressing my abs and breast in small broadsheet front. My cock was throbbing, stretching the thin textile of my crocked cotton yellow legal brief. I let it pulsate and stretch out the material purposefully so Mr Guy could appreciate my every crusade. This he did, his manus caressed further over my body, I could feel his breathing time on my thighs as every so often his grimace would press slightly against the head of my cock, once and a while change of location the length of my turncock. My head was spinning, my cock was throbbing as I eventually opened the Classical Greek door noisily. Mr Guy released his caressing grip, 'Here you are', I looked down to see the traveling bag adding to my unsteadiness.
'Okay, make sure I 'm calm', I stressed.
'Wait a moment then', Mr Guy replied before repositioning himself, this time he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my shank while pressing his face tight against my ass.
'Right, any time you 're cook', he stated.
My tool was so hard as his forearm pressed along its length and his former hand passed under and stroked the bulbous brain in minor circular motions. I lifted the vacuous type above my head ever so slowly and as I did my momentum made my ass driving force backwards creating a response from Mr Guy ; he pressed tighter against my ass with his face to stabilise my movement, I could feel his front pressing into my ass cracking, his nozzle, then tongue, pushing the cotton fiber brief further into my ass ! ! My head was spinning now, my legs felt watery as the precum oozed onto the thin cotton, quickly I closed the bonce door and let my weight relax into Mr Guy 's safe manus. He gently supported me as I sat on the stool, we both smiled knowingly at each other and as I stood we came together in a manly hug. I let my mitt find his hard hammer, I grasped it roughly squeezing it as it occupy my palm, pressing my gruelling bulge against him, pressing, groping sweating together. I could feel his lips and teeth pick on my berm before I created the outer space to put down off the stool, knocking it over as I dropped to my knees, wrapping my arms around Mr guy rope waist I buried my head into the endearing bright green speedo bulge. This is what I waited for ! ! My mouth was open fully, nibbling at the top of his putz, taking the Lycra covered cockhead into my mouth., licking the length of the broad seven in, My hands squeezing his butt, lowering between his legs lifting his tight nut from behind and feeding them into my eager oral cavity. This felt like the nicest, most natural affair in the world ! ! Hmm ! ! As I vigorously ate and licked every part of that tough bump, opening my mouth fully trying to fit as often of it in as was possible. My hands pulled at his cincture releasing the flesh within. I stopped to appreciate the naked manhood before me, millimetres from my face, every brawn, vena in its aphrodisiac guise., I let my face relaxation against the length and warmth of the throbbing vessel, slowly licking its length, eventually encompassing my mouth over the tip sucking slowly and slightly at first, adding more than putz into my eager mouth as each second passed ; long sucking motions the full length, fast and longer., abstruse throat.I could feel Mr Guy 's cock at the vertebral column of my throat as I pressed my brim to its base..hmmm
'Ummm, hmmph ,'I heard Mr Guy moan. 'Stop'.. He blurted, pulling me up from my knee, his dick springing from my mouth. We stood side to face, both panting vigorously, what now I thought innocently, as Mr Guy turned grasping my hired hand and pass me into his bedchamber. As he walked ahead of me, now totally raw, I thought, what a nice pert ass he had for a man of sixty, he was an athlete in his younger years for surely. I looked at my backbreaking peter stretching the yellow cotton of my bikini-briefs, I stroked the length of my cock as I followed Mr Guy into the bedroom. I was feeling sexy, adventuresome and I wanted that warm hard cock in my rima oris again, I loved that. Mr Guy released my hand and lay on his bed, he looked jr., fitter, his putz and formal were shaven. His erection stretched to his bellybutton. He lay looking at me, his hands behind his head, I stood over him thrusting my erection-filled brief as I peeled my polo shirt over my head and onto the floor. Mr Guy gasped at my smooth hairless eubstance. I jumped up onto his bed, one foot at each side of meat of his body, staring into his eyes smiling before I positioned myself diametrical, top to fathom 69.…
All I wanted was to savour that gorgeous putz again. I lowered myself onto Mr Guy, I pressed my face into his raw pelvis whilst pushing my groin into his ! !
I felt his hands ony ass squeezing, then lowering my brieroomand although for a meter they were caught ounnice ; ; strong erection, they eventually released the a dainty suddenwepring like hardon which bounced against a welcome face and mouth ! ! good then I felt was 'perfection', 'heaven'... sucking hard abd vigorous on a confection old cock at the same time grinding and riding an eager old mouth., long wearisome, form fast., Mr Guy had an go through action, I tried to decoct on my suck actions, the gustatory modality, the toilsome comprehensiveness in my mouth, filling me, the warmth, the precum taste. But all the while the vacuum pull ony putz overwhelmed all else, .long hard suction, I could not hold back the inevitable. I vigorously thrust my tool and pelvis into Mr Guy welcoming mouth ,'hmm, umm'he groaned as my balls tightened. I sucked on his pecker lovingly, my lingua flicking over the bellying straits, sucking harder as my prick filled before the feeling in my peg grew to reach my anus and loins tingling.heat cristal, explosion., my hammer throbbed and jerked my ass tightened..yes., yes ... yes. I sucked hard one final time as my cock realeased all its contents..Mr Guy sucked, swallowed and cleaned my cock with his loving tongue and backtalk. What a guy Mr Guy, I thought. I lay worn out half sleeping when I felt a tender mitt on my aching endure cock. I wanted to balk but it was nice ; the hand was reaching around my body, Mr Guy was behind me reaching around, his hint was soothing as I dosed one-half sleeping. second later I perked up, what a nice sudden pleasantry, a hand was gripping my balls tightly, gently squeezing and kisses were being placed a on my ass.
Hmmm ! ! I thought, then the flicker of a tongue, the strong breath panting excitedly all the while getting closer to my asandcrack. At first I was unsure, but the belief was horny in a slow down way, then, bam ! ! I could feel the ready flickering of a warm tongue in my anus ! ! Ever so slightly at first off, just a thrill here and there, before long the lingering long wet rimming had me thrusting my ass hard against Mr guy rope eager face. Hmmph.., ummmph..We both groaned. I pushed harder, wanting his tongue to penetrate me more. My cock was throbbing again tight in his hard grasp stroking me slowly. I needed more ; I squirmed my ass from side to side like a sporting lady ! ! Mr Guy 's severe warm cock firstly pressed against my bottocks. He was kissing and nibbling my back, squeezing my turncock, my chief was spinning and I lost myself in the joy, embracing the moment I pushed my ass up and out, welcoming his pressing cock ! ! His wet finger's breadth opened me, spitting frequently to lubricate my stringent virgin ass. The heat of his thick cock eased into me, I opened myself awaiting eagerly. At inaugural it was a reaching, then his straits entered, I welcomed and rode his duration at first slowly and carefully, before retentive I lost all abandon and accepted his every thrust with vigour. Long and hard, again and again, every sense in my ass lovingly accepting this wonderful new sensations. I thrust hard as Mr Guy panted and groaned, his breathing laboured, faster, harder., his cock was swelling more in my ass., I could feel it throb harder and quicker ... .'Aargh', he roared, 'Oh Fuck, hah., ah ! !', the warm moisture filled me once, twice and again and again, hmm, I pushed hard against him with each thrust, 'Give it to me Mr Guy, give it to me Mr Guy..hmmm please.. Sexy., aphrodisiacal Mr Guy ! ! ! '.
And yes, I did score several more sojourn to Mr Guy 's house that summer ! ! !
Would n't you ? ?