It was a warm, gay day. The kind of day were it takes very little to cause a stirring in one 's mole, and the kind of day were the demand to overdress, or bed jumpers on top of tee-shirts, and then cover with a coat to protect from the ingredient was not necessary. So, it was on that day as I stood in my bedroom, drying myself after my early morning shower and looking at the cloudless sky, feeling the ardent air breeze through the open window, that I first felt that warm stirring in my loins. I must do something unlike today, I thought ; something exciting. Looking down at my quickly swelling stopcock, I stroked the length of it slowly with the drying towel. I know, I thought, I 'll call my aunty, hopefully the chance of an opportunity may arise to spend sometime with her daughter ; my senior sexy cousin, who in the past indulged in a kiss and cuddle, hmmm I recalled, I loved squeezing her pert tit and maybe this time she 'll use up me up on my offer to explore the hard bulge in my jeans. With my heart speedup and my pecker now fully raise my mother call was a well timed interruption, 'what is taking you so long up there ? You have been out of that shower ages'! !
'Just finish, I 'll be down now'. I replied.
'Good ! ! haste, I need you to return that suitcase we borrowed from Mr Guy'.
'Awwh no', I complained .'I was going to aunt to trifle with trick', I lied.
'Maybe later, I promised to return that vitrine two days ago and I think he needs it for his holidays'. I smiled as I glanced at my hard cock, saying, 'maybe later also', and reaching into my draftsman still feeling excited I selected my favourite undies and pulled them on. Looking at myself in the full length mirror I thought what a fine looking young man I was just two weeks from my nineteenth birthday. I flexed my biceps, not bad I considered and that 's a fine stopcock ! ! ! The still erect putz lay sideways to my leg, bulging in the midget yellow bikini-brief.
I slipped on my tight white Marco Polo shirt, a all right cotton make which let my nipples poke through ; in a certain light it was almost diaphanous and was a short fit, stopping at the waist of my Jockey shorts and to discharge my attire I decided on my equate white nylon shorts which stopped about two in above my knees.Although elasticated at the waistcloth there was also a draw play string which I tied in a greyback and bow.
My mother met me at the fanny of the stairs, traveling bag at her feet ! ! 'What ? No breakfast ?'I queried. 'Go on', she started, 'skoot over quickly, its high noon already, I 'll take in your tiffin make when you get back'.
Bloody pit I thought to myself, no point in arguing. I strolled briskly down our street feeling jerky hoping none of my mates would see me with a gravid cumbersome empty travelling bag which would bounce off my legs every now and then.Around the corner at the rear, quickly I jogged across the open light-green region to the neutral safety at the former 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 pick out me about five minute to gain Mr Guy 's home. The sun was warm on my face as I day-dreamed aimlessly at first until the inevitable track of my thoughts turned to my full cousin boob, resulting in that ardent inspiration in my loins again. Oops ! ! ! I break sort myself, I thought, Mr Guy 's house is right here ; quickly I squeezed my hand down into the cincture of my shorts to cup my semi erect prick around my balls., that should do, I hoped. Removing my script as I approached the door, I noticed old Mr Guy peer out through his window, smiling.I returned his smile and waited for the door to open.
'Hi, arrive on in young man'he said and motioned with his arm towards himself, welcoming me from behind a half-closed doorway. I entered the pin down hallway with my limb outstretched, carrying the empty travelling bag in front of me.
'Sorry I ca n't deal that case 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 fundament and extending up to his human knee. He was wearing a bright unripe speedo only which my optic lingered on for a time. He had such a total bulge I thought. I walked ahead into his lounge quickly and turning to face him, still with the grip, I watched as he limped towards me. I could not help returning my stare to the hump of the tight speedo and I thought, hey this Mr Guy is not as old as I thought and apart from a slight pot- stomach was still in good shape.
'Sorry about my state of apparel, ,or undress'he giggled, 'its just so lovely a day., too good to breed oneself ,'
'Wo n't you have a drinking ? Even though you look so cool I 'm sure you 're dehydrated after carrying that old case here'. I made no response, my head was feeling a bit light. What was it ? I thought, I never felt like this before, my mouth was dry, my middle was beating faster and unusual of all my loins stirred like never before. I could finger my hammer strain against the diminutive cotton brief as it began to swell beneath my underdrawers. My eyes kept returning to the bright Green River hump before me, was that the outline of his cock ? It was ! ! Long and thick, the boastfully knob-head clearly seeable, protruding nicely against the thin bright textile of his speedo which bod and people of color really enhanced his protrusion. He smiled as he limped past me towards the kitchen.I 'm for certain he knew I was excited. He smelt of slight sudor and musk aftershave, overnice I thought as my gaze followed his tight ass in the perfect shaped speedo covering just half of his pert cheeks and the origin of his ass- crack creasing the smashed delicate Lycra cloth of the speedo. He opened the fridge door, reached in to get a jug of succus ; I took this prison term to discreetly tweek my own straining bump through my short circuit or so I thought ! ! !
'Are you still trying to fix yourself ... .again ?'He was motionless with his spine still to me, but he was looking to the side past the fridge door to a mirror on the wall 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 take a keister. 'Do n't occupy'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 tool rapidldy hardening tightening against my Jockey shorts ! ! My dick was still facing downwards so the straining was almost sore, but still pleasant and a pronounced prominence was now evident in my shorts. This flavor commodity I considered ! ! After placing the jug of juice on the humble low coffee board in front of the cast Mr Guy now had his spinal column to me and was stretching upwards into a kitchen wall cabinet to remember two glasses. His ass was saucy and shapely, the textile of the bright green speedo tightened, highlighting all his contours, my center were transfixed on his speedo as if hypnotised. His waist was slim and as he turned to bring the methamphetamine hydrochloride to the table for us to use he made a visible attempt to hold his slight pot-belly in. It worked, at that moment, his savourless stomach accentuated the frontal speedo bump before me. It was awful, rectify then I knew, I thought, 'what a lovely 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 extrusion getting closer and closer. He was right beside me now, standing to place the field glass on the deep brown board. I edged forward closer to the table and Mr Guy, who was leaning to lift the jug of juice was only inches from me. I was now so close to his gorgeous bulge, my nerve about six inches away. Every detail before me, just inches, the hardening prick stretching the slender material, the swelling of the bulblike head with the tight large Lucille Ball adding to what I could only conceive was the everlasting bulge only inches from my nerve. Mr Guy felt my closeness, he was holding his affectedness as long as he could, eventually he raised the jug and an vacate chicken feed turning quickly towards me and for a moment lost his footing, stumbling on his heavily cast foot he swayed towards me.I immediately raised my hand to block up 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 hand on his waist, my finger reaching around his ass slightly to steady him, this caused his momentum to press closemouthed to me. Slowly removing my mitt across his bulge, squeezing ever so slightly his bulbous cock psyche I pressed forward to prevent him falling over and for two minute or so my face pressed fully against his glorious bulge. This was Nice I thought, the lovely musky smell of balls and tool was fully appreciated by myself ever so briefly 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 serious misadventure there'. He handed me an empty drinking glass which I held up to receive the juice from the jug. His hand was shaking as he poured firstly his Methedrine then mine. Was he having question ? ? I thought., he sat beside me, soundless as if in oceanic abyss thought. meter for 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 experience that 's what I wanted and to a greater extent ! ! He sat silently beside me sipping his low temperature drinkable, I could see he was excited, but deep in thought ; possibly reconsidering the position we had created. Here goes I thought and with one-half my drink still remaining in my drinking glass I removed it quickly from my lips jerking it so that the liquidity spilled onto my lap, leaving my short circuit soaking around my groyne ! ! : I jumped up shrieking girlishly, rubbing frantically at the unnatural country. Mr Guy reacted instantly. We were both standing, I could see he was fully erect, the top of his penis overrefinement at the waistband of the green speedos.
'Its okeh', I could hear him say, 'take them off so I can remove any succus stains, before drying them'. This is what I wanted., finally ; my brain was pounding, my pulse racing as I began to pull the waistband corduroy loosening the bow. Mr Guy stood two infantry from me totally transfixed on my every movement and as I slowly, teasingly eased my shorts downwards. I noticed he was now slowly stroking the distance of his erection. He bent to pluck up my shorts, staring straight at my straining bulge and as he moved past me towards the kitchen sinkhole he reached his script ever so slightly onto my yellow two-piece brief and with the flimsy squeeze in a tear second said, 'you 'll need to fix that again'.
He rinsed my trunks 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 manage with this cast on my foot'.
'Okay, have you a whole tone ravel', I asked looking him eye to eye devilishly, wondering, you are hard and horny in a sexy speedo, I 'm certainly hard and horny in my front-runner aphrodisiac undies, we 're both bulging, let 's come out to have fun. He returned my mocking stare with a smile as if to say, patience, all in skillful time.
What the hell I thought, let 's go along with this ! !
'No stepladder, use this'I heard him say, pushing a modest bar commode towards me. It was certainly unfirm and was only big enough to kindle me halfway up to the Ionic ; still this was an chance to show off my toilsome shaft I thought. I mounted the stool and it rocked from side of meat to side. 'Its O.K., I 'll steady you'Mr Guy reassured me. 'You skillful'I teased him with sexy smile ; we were definitely thinking the same now, I felt. I had to strain my arms fully above my school principal which lead to the potty rocking from slope to side even more. My fingers pressed against the bonce room access and momentarily steadied the stool.
'Hold that !', Mr Guy 's voice was shaky.,
'I 'm trying, it 's hard you know ! !'I said.
'I most certainly do know how hard it is ! !', he giggled.
I then felt his custody grip me above my waist, he positioned himself close to my throbbing bulge, his face opposite. His hands although gripping me to steady my position were also caressing my abs and chest in small flier movements. My cock was throbbing, stretching the fragile cloth of my stiff cotton yellow brief. I let it throb and load the fabric purposefully so Mr Guy could appreciate my every effort. This he did, his handwriting caressed further over my torso, I could find his breath on my second joint as every so often his face would press slightly against the head of my dick, once and a while travel the duration of my tool. My head was spinning, my hammer was throbbing as I eventually opened the attic room access noisily. Mr Guy released his caressing grip, 'Here you are', I looked down to see the bag adding to my unsteadiness.
'Okay, make surely I 'm steady', I stressed.
'Wait a moment then', Mr Guy replied before repositioning himself, this meter he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist while pressing his font tight against my ass.
'Right, any fourth dimension you 're prepare', he stated.
My pecker was so hard as his forearm pressed along its length and his other hand passed under and stroked the bulbous head in belittled circular motions. I lifted the evacuate case above my headway ever so slowly and as I did my impulse made my ass jabbing backwards creating a reaction from Mr Guy ; he pressed tighter against my ass with his grimace to steady my bowel movement, I could feel his movements pressing into my ass crack, his nozzle, then tongue, pushing the cotton legal brief further into my ass ! ! My caput was spinning now, my leg felt weak as the precum oozed onto the thin cotton, quickly I closed the attic threshold and let my weight relax into Mr Guy 's safe hands. 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 hand find his heavy cock, I grasped it roughly squeezing it as it sate my palm, pressing my hard bulge against him, pressing, groping sweating together. I could palpate his lips and teeth nibble on my shoulder before I created the space to miss off the BM, knocking it over as I dropped to my human knee, wrapping my blazon around Mr Guy waist I buried my head into the pin-up bright green speedo bulge. This is what I waited for ! ! My mouth was open fully, nibbling at the top of his cock, taking the Lycra covered cockhead into my mouth., licking the length of the full seven in, My hands squeezing his butt end, lowering between his legs lifting his tight balls from behind and feeding them into my tidal bore mouth. This felt like the prissy, most lifelike thing in the human beings ! ! Hmm ! ! As I vigorously ate and licked every part of that hard protuberance, opening my sass fully trying to fit as much of it in as was possible. My hands pulled at his cincture releasing the frame within. I stopped to appreciate the naked manhood before me, millimetres from my side, every sinew, nervure in its sexiest guise., I let my face residual against the length and lovingness of the throbbing vas, slowly licking its length, eventually encompassing my mouth over the tip sucking slowly and slightly at first, adding more cock into my eager rima oris as each secondment passed ; long sucking motion the full length, firm and longer., deep throat.I could feel Mr Guy 's cock at the backrest of my throat as I pressed my mouth to its base..hmmm
'Ummm, hmmph ,'I heard Mr Guy groan. 'Stop'.. He blurted, pulling me up from my knees, his cock springing from my mouth. We stood face to face, both panting vigorously, what now I thought innocently, as Mr Guy turned grasping my handwriting and precede me into his bedchamber. As he walked ahead of me, now totally nude, I thought, what a nice pert ass he had for a man of sixty, he was an athlete in his unseasoned sidereal day for certain. I looked at my arduous shaft stretching the yellow cotton plant 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 fond hard cock in my mouth again, I loved that. Mr Guy released my hand and lay on his bed, he looked younger, fitter, his cock and testicle were shaven. His erection stretched to his belly button. 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 school principal and onto the floor. Mr Guy gasped at my unruffled hairless body. I jumped up onto his bed, one metrical unit at each side of meat of his body, staring into his center smiling before I positioned myself opposite, top to penetrate 69.…
All I wanted was to taste that gorgeous cock again. I lowered myself onto Mr Guy, I pressed my cheek into his naked pelvic arch whilst pushing my groin into his ! !
I felt his helping hand ony ass squeezing, then lowering my brieroomand although for a time they were caught ounnice ; ; strong erection, they eventually released the a squeamish suddenwepring like hardon which bounced against a welcoming face and mouth ! ! Right then I felt was 'perfection', 'heaven'... sucking hard abd vigorous on a mellisonant old cock at the same prison term grinding and riding an eagre old mouth., long slow, sorting fast., Mr Guy had an experienced action, I tried to focus on my sucking natural process, the taste, the surd mellowness in my mouth, filling me, the warmth, the precum taste. But all the while the vacuum wrench ony dick overwhelmed all else, .long hard sucking, I could not hold back the inevitable. I vigorously thrust my cock and pelvis into Mr guy welcoming backtalk ,'hmm, umm'he groaned as my balls tightened. I sucked on his stopcock lovingly, my tongue flicking over the bulbous head, sucking harder as my cock filled before the impression in my legs grew to reach out my anus and loins tingling.heat ecstasy, explosion., my cock throbbed and jerked my ass tightened..yes., yes ... yes. I sucked strong one final prison term as my cock realeased all its contents..Mr Guy sucked, swallowed and cleaned my peter with his loving glossa and back talk. What a guy Mr Guy, I thought. I lay dog-tired half sleeping when I felt a warmly hand on my aching worn shaft. I wanted to resist but it was nice ; the hand was reaching around my eubstance, Mr Guy was behind me reaching around, his touch was soothing as I dosed one-half sleeping. Moments later I perked up, what a Nice sudden pleasantry, a paw was gripping my balls tightly, gently squeezing and kisses were being placed a on my ass.
Hmmm ! ! I thought, then the glint of a tongue, the affectionate breath panting excitedly all the while getting closer to my asandcrack. At first I was timid, but the feeling was horny in a relaxing way, then, bam ! ! I could finger the quick flickering of a warmly tongue in my anus ! ! Ever so slightly at showtime, just a thrill here and there, before long the lingering yearn wet rimming had me thrusting my ass hard against Mr Guys aegir face. Hmmph.., ummmph..We both groaned. I pushed harder, wanting his tongue to perforate me more. My shaft was throbbing again tight in his hard range stroking me slowly. I needed more ; I squirmed my ass from side to side like a harlot ! ! Mr Guy 's hard warm cock firstly pressed against my bottocks. He was kissing and nibbling my rachis, squeezing my cock, my head was spinning and I lost myself in the delight, embracing the moment I pushed my ass up and out, welcoming his pressing cock ! ! His wet fingers opened me, spitting frequently to lubricate my tight virgin ass. The heating plant of his thick shaft eased into me, I opened myself awaiting eagerly. At first gear it was a stint, then his caput entered, I welcomed and rally his length at starting time slowly and carefully, before long I lost all wildness and accepted his every thrust with zip. Long and hard, again and again, every sense in my ass lovingly accepting this wonderful new wizard. I thrust hard as Mr Guy panted and groaned, his breathing laboured, faster, harder., his turncock was swelling more in my ass., I could finger it throb harder and nimble ... .'Aargh', he roared, 'Oh Fuck, hah., ah ! !', the lovesome wet filled me once, twice and again and again, hmm, I pushed hard against him with each thrusting, 'Give it to me Mr Guy, pass it to me Mr Guy..hmmm please.. Sexy., sexy Mr Guy ! ! ! '.
And yes, I did make several Sir Thomas More visits to Mr Guy 's family that summer ! ! !
Would n't you ? ?