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I like my pecker. Fact is, I like shaft. I 'm not certain if I 'm one of those straight hombre who like shaft, or if I 'm really bi. Have n't been with a guy since, well, a foresightful prison term ago. I enjoyed it then, but do n't get it on if I 'd still be `` up '' for it. I have a lot of fantasy, about men and charwoman. The vernacular motif is tool, either my own or some characters and stories I make up. The penises have varying experiences : handjobs, cock sucking, sex toys, and they end up in slit too.

So I 'm going to share my fantasies with this audience. I 'm sitting in my office, naked, and a taradiddle is developing in my promontory. It 's giving me an hard-on. I 'm looking down on my dick, seeing it laying hard off to the side of meat, with my generous glob below. Let 's see how this fantasy turns out.

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Bob and I were traveling to another of my party 's government agency in our area. It was n't a long drive but it did rent about half an hour. Since Bob lived near the other position and normally took the bus, I said I 'd just drop him off after the meeting.

I 'm not trusted what to lay down of the guy. He seems to be straightforward about things, but there 's always a hesitation before he answers. So it was unusual when, during the drive, he just form of blurted out that he thought I kept sound upkeep of myself. fountainhead I do run regularly, and so does he. Just the same, what 's up with that ?

I answered, `` fountainhead ya got ta continue your wellness. ``

'' Not just that '', he said. `` You 're a handsome guy. ``

Had I said something that keyed him in on me ? I 'm bi, though I keep that to myself, especially at work. Was Bob warming up to me ? This could get interesting. `` Not so bad yourself. So ... what prompted you to make that observation ? ``

'' Sometimes you just get a intuitive feeling about somebody. I apologize if I 'm off floor, but I get the idea that you 're bi or gay. I 'm gay and I just get a sense about hoi polloi sometimes. ``

'' No offense taken. Actually, I 'm bi, though I 'm between relationships now .'

'' I 'm gladiolus you are n't offended. I was hoping that would turn out. You wan na get a drink or some chow after work ? ``

I said, with a big smirk, `` Only if your purpose are not estimable. ``

Bob laughed, then reached over and put his hand on my leg. My cock started to get hard.

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Those confluence are usually a pain in the neck in the ass. One of the cat working on the project is an idiot, and we usually end up explaining things twice or more before he gets it. But we only ran a few minute of arc over.

We decided where to eat on the way out to the car. Before we left, though, Bob offered a preview of what I might see tonight. `` Sounds like fun, '' I said. He unzipped his gasp and reached in, pulling out a soft sixish-incher with a decent head. `` You make me need to get a really finis flavor at that thing. '' I was toilsome already.

Bob asked, `` How about you ? '' I unzipped and fished out my vertical peter. I 'm seven inches with a rebuff curve, cut. `` God shucks. Let 's get some dinner and head to my place. ``

We went to a Chain eating place, both of us probably thinking we could get a drink and a meal in a reasonably shortly prison term. The Old World chat during dinner was the common stuff. I did elongate my leg over and rub against his once, that got me a look over the rim of his glass.

At his star sign, we went to the bread and butter room and Bob pulled the subterfuge. Then he turned around and slowly opened his belt and zip, and dropped his pant. He was wearing short legal brief, and his turncock was obviously bulging out to the side. I sat on the sofa, and he walked over to me.

'' Nice, '' I said. I took my finger and traced his bump. Looked like the guy was about my size. He reached down to my pants and felt for the lump. When he found it, he grabbed it and moaned. I pulled down his shorts and exposed him ; he was rough and you could see his head clearly under his foreskin. The totally shaft was veiny and looked as hard as a spell of pipe. I wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly stroke.

All the while, Bob kept his hand around my tool in my pants. After I 'd stroked him a few minutes, he backed off and knelt in front of me. He opened my gasp, and I lifted my ass so he could take out the pant off. With little preliminary, he put his paw around my cock, bent down and put his oral cavity on my man muscle.

I had n't had a blow job in months. With this I realized how very much I 'd missed it. He began to slip up and down on me. Watching his oral cavity going on and off me, I began to throb. I started to allude his read/write head and around the rachis of his neck. He reached up with one handwriting and cupped my balls, which made me moan again.

For a moment, Bob took his sass off my cock and licked up and down my shaft, then said, `` I want your cum so bad. Give me your consignment. '' With that, he put his mouth back on me and started to absorb hard. My groin started to tingle and my dick throbbed. He started to tickle my hairy balls, and I started to hump up in time with his mouthpiece. `` Oh fuck, '' I said. My cum felt like it was starting to furuncle and my orgasm kicked off. I kept humping up, as my cumming built, he started to breastfeed intemperately. `` Uh, uh, uh ... '' WHAM, I exploded into his rima oris ! I groaned with each pump of cum into Bob 's mouth. Then I noticed he was groaning too. He took my full load in his mouth, then sloshed it around my putz. As I was coming down, he paused and swallowed.

When he finally let my cock out of his backtalk, I saw why he moaned. When I came, he did too. There was a splash of his cream on his leg, and more dripping off his peter. I reached down and scooped some up and brought it to my lips. Not satisfied with that, I slid off the lounge and bent to his rooster. Taking it in my mouth, I could savor his jism on his still hard cock.

Now it was my turn to enjoy a shaft in my oral cavity. Bob did n't really get soft, and I went to work on him. In a minute or two, he was grueling again.

In a patch, I sucked him off and he did me again too. Turns out we both really like to suck and get sucked. I love seeing a mouthpiece on my hard shaft and the smell of a hard hawkshaw in my mouthpiece .