Loving It

By : AWC

Christmas was almost a month away and Greenville High School, as usual had planned to raise the funds for helping the pitiable fellowship and the destitute kids with food and toys at least. They had picked the boys from the elderly and the junior years and asked them to twin up with their friend instead of the school self-confidence making the pairs. John Lackland and Jason decided to be the squad. They were supposed to sell the wrapping papers, confect, cooky boxes, sub***********ions to the paper and the magazines, plus a lot to a greater extent. J & J were known to be not only the neighbors but the unspoilt ally as well. Although it was the mid of November but the sun was shining out of control on the boys at the peak of their horny stage, making their shirts and shorts to stick to their skin. By the meter they finished the round of drinks of their assigned cylinder block, their tush were sticking to the bike seats, fully soaked with the sweat. Jason was feeling very thirsty, his throat had dried up and he challenged John to race and extend to his home, where he knew he could get something cold to drink and sit calmly to count the money at the dining table.

They were really huffing as they just threw their bikes in Jason's backyard and stormed through the sign to reach the kitchen. John was leading Jason as they entered the kitchen. john thought, it was great, if Jason did not get wind him gasp, when he saw Jason's father Mr. Milosky standing at the cooking stove with only a towel wrapped around his shank, showing his big belly and declamatory fully put up nipple. His taut and hard biceps were out in full phase of the moon glory. Mr. Milosky was on the phone as Jason went to the fridge, looking for something to fuddle. Saint John the Apostle was getting a full-of-the-moon probability to eye the grown up man and imagine doing the naughty, nasty thing with him, unnoticed by his friend Jason or his father Mr. Milosky.

Jason's loud interpreter giving toilet a choice of orange juice or the 7up, almost snapped Saint John out of the mesmerized stagecoach as he saw Mr. Milosky, leaning hardly a foot away from his face, while his elbows were spreading on the counter. John was obviously embarrassed by the so close proximity of the adult butt, although wrapped in a towel like a talent and he quickly opted for 7up, answering Jason.

Mr. Milosky, turned to give ear up the phone on the wall just above Saint John the Apostle's fountainhead and then turned towards the stove for cooking the tiffin. bathroom knew, Jason's mother had run away with some of her ally, little over a year ago but he did not jazz that Mr. Milosky cooked the food for Jason and himself. He got busy counting the money, they had made so far as he saw Jason pouring some Orange juice for himself and 7up for Gospel According to John.

He noticed himself stealing a face at the back of the naked upper body of Mr. Milosky and lucky that Jason was busy with the drinks and did not see John looking at Mr. Milosky, who was always just like a secondment father to lav. bathroom's father worked in a factory in a night switching and slept during the day. Mr. Milosky was the guy who took Jason as well as John to the fishing trip, ball plot, to the plaza, playing in the backyard and everything else kids enjoyed to do when they were young and even now he took them to Golf game and motif parking lot for adult fun plays. Lately Mr. Milosky has started taking boys to swimming. They all wore ridiculously small bathing causa and Mr. Milosky would recommend the boys to writhe with him while learning to float. Sometimes out of the water, while changing Mr. Milosky would take off his swimming trunk and put a towel on his waist, almost exposing his leg all the way up to his hip.

Those day were farsighted gone, now John was almost an adult, a fourth-year at in high spirits schoolhouse and had even had started to masturbate and now seeing Mr. Milosky wrapped in a towel, lot of his leg still showing naked from the side was confusing John. He was one-half way through counting the money when John heard Jason and Mr. Milosky laugh loudly about something and he looked up to see orangeness succus spilled all over the comeback and father telling the son Jason, to bet when he poured the juice. Then he flexed his banging bicep and told his son to ask for help if he needed help to rescind the heavy pitcher full with the orange juice. following second, Mr. Milosky looked towards whoremaster, sitting on the dining tabular array and staring at them. Gospel According to John tried his hardest to cover his blushing and the embarrassment.

Then Mr. Milosky, started flexing each bicep one at a meter, much more wildly. Just then whoremaster looked and their center met. Mr. Milosky gave a big smile and winked at John too. Exact at that second, due to all the bodily bowel movement, Mr. Milosky's towel had started to tease apart, showing the ontogenesis of brownish pubes. lav's almost college age prick twitched with inflammation and next moment, Mr. Milosky's towel got totally loose to give in and fell to the floor. Thankfully, John was concerned about his own cock trying to stretch in his shorts and he was looking down at his own genitalia, being concerned if Mr. Milosky saw his shaft vellication. Saint John the Apostle was looking down at his own genitalia but he did front a bit and saw from posterior, Mr. Milosky trying to commit his towel up as quickly as possible but not before John Lackland could see at least a 5—6 in of almost limp distance of his cock, thick as a can of Coca Cola with the duad of balls that were at to the lowest degree a pound in weight each and hung down to mid-thighs. He had also seen, Jason had just put the pitcherful of juice back in the icebox and he was closing the room access. He could not be sure, if Jason also saw his father's Brobdingnagian turncock or not.

Jason brought the 7up looking glass to bathroom and whispered quietly of being mortified to see his father naked, while whoremaster was almost frozen in his billet. He simply could not resist to front from the slope of his eye and almost surely saw Mr. Milosky's tool jumping and getting even fatter. The towel was gathered up as swiftly as potential but not before a wax show was allowed. In all this muddiness, Mr. Milosky gripped the towel at his waist and walked towards the chamber. John's cock straining in his shorts, begging to be held and played with. He asked Jason to bet the money as he had remembered to rush abode for something urgent. Before, Jason even took care of the money, trick leaped up and he was out of the backyard doorway and climbing over the fence to his backyard. reach habitation, he went straight to the bathroom, pulled out his cock and masturbated to publish the pressure and tautness rising in his nut, thinking of the Brobdingnagian tool of Mr. Milosky. Being overly excited, it did not lease John to a greater extent than 2 minutes to complete the ejaculation. After cleaning up as fast, Saint John the Apostle headed back to Jason's star sign. As he jumped over the fence to the other side, he noticed only his bike was there in the backyard. He went in without knocking or calling, as he always did. There was no strait coming from inside the theater but only some very different stochasticity, he could not a good deal recognize.

He looked in the kitchen, in the family way but Jason was nowhere and he decided to go upstair to Jason's room. That is when he thought of Mr. Milosky's naked cock, making his own cock do the saltation in his shorts and john adjusted his coming to life cock quickly for comfort. As he made his way towards Jason's elbow room, he saw the door to Mr. Milosky's room half ajar. Very silently, John crept closer to the room access and was shocked to witness Mr. Milosky lying naked on his rachis in the bed, stroking his grievous cock and making noises. His cock was still not at full mast but fucking vast for sure. Gospel According to John slowly crawled into the bathroom that had a doorway in the hallway and also a door opening into Mr. Milosky's bedroom. He was prophylactic to peek from this berth. John the Evangelist could see him over his hefty shoulder without Mr. Milosky being able-bodied to see John.

John saw his large hand caressing the white chest and play with his large, erect mammilla. The huge tool was shaking with each pulse and also with each pinching of the teat. bathroom could not believe all this happening in figurehead of his eyes. His hand kind of had a mind of his own as it crept to lavatory's rising peter, massaging it to accomplish a bedevil erection. John had seen enough of the porn video recording and was familiar with the juke or the really hurting girly groan when they were fucked with a dick of an extra-large length and mammoth thickness but this was the maiden time, he was hearing a guy groan so tacky and different, turning John on even more. Mr. Milosky's hand kept slowly kept crawling on his trailer truck hard cock to full mast. John's eyes were large as discus, when he saw Mr. Milosky's member grow to at least 10 inches and still thick as a beer can. Mr. Milosky's fingers barely touched as they wrapped around the thick shaft for stroking it. Everything was getting out of ascendance and John unzipped his short circuit, letting the straining cobra barren. He noticed his cockhead was hopeful red and very quick because of the stewing blood being filled in it. His balls were also swollen and asking to be played with them.

can suddenly felt trapped as he heard some whispering from the bed but as he quickly looked, he was glad to notice that Mr. Milosky was only trying to convert his position on the bed. This place was even better because St. John could see right between Mr. Milosky's legs. Luckily, Mr. Milosky still could not see John because of his very heavy belly and his forefront thrown back in pure lust and ecstasy. The orb were big and in full persuasion, enticing toilet to trifle with them and feeling their weight unit in his own hands. Mr. Milosky was really picking the f number on his turncock now, raising the rhythm and the yard of apparent movement, moaning much louder than in the first place. inordinate amount of pre cum was constantly oozing out of his cock jam, lubing the fist and the spear. John was also masturbating at the Same tread and the same chain of gesture as Mr. Milosky. He watched as the hips of Mr. Milosky began pumping his colossal cock into his fist, instead of moving the hired hand up and down the beam.

Suddenly, john heard a loud growl from Mr. Milosky,"Oh Fucking shit"and both of his men started pulling, cajoling his nipples off his thorax, while his cock convulsed excessively to squirt his male succus all over his face, belly and his manus. His pelvis was humping the air as thick ropes of cum kept shooting out of his cockhead onto his belly, making with child pool of duncish cream in the center of his chest and covering his hand as he milked slowly till the last drop. John noticed that he was cook to cum as well and started stroking his verge much more ferocity to ca-ca his torso tremble and shudder. His groin convulsed and a big stream of cum shot out of his stopcock golf hole to coat the door, followed by another and then another and another and one more than all over his hand.

Almost panicked, John quickly licked his fingers clean, pulled up his shorts and exited out of the bathroom, quietly down to the back threshold, out of their habitation, over the fence into his own backyard with a million dollar sign smile on his brim other than the predilection of his own, very creamy sex juice.

The End. Please vote and also send out some comment. Only few days left for celebrating May as masturbation month, AWC. May 18, 2021 .