My epithet is mat. I'm xvi long time old and 6'2 ”, with light up brown hair, and a pretty hefty build.
Anyway, it was the death day of freshman year, and I was at my best friend Riley's house. We've known each former since 1st grade and had always been very closing friends. It was a hot day, so we were out by the pool, hanging out and sunbathing. We were both relieved to finally be done with freshman class, and we thought about inviting some to a greater extent friends over, but his parents were divorced and he would be leaving tomorrow to spend a month with his mom on the east coast, so we decided we would hang out just the two of us that afternoon."When's your dad getting home ?"I asked. I liked his dad ; he was funny and liked to hang around us occasionally, not to mention he was one of the most attractive men I had ever met. I liked hanging out with Riley at his house rather than mine because I knew his dad would be there.
"Probably soon, like a half hour ?"said Riley. goodness. I had been waiting all good afternoon to see him.
"Do you wan na go inside and watch TV ?"I asked. It was getting hot out in the backyard, and I had left my washup suit at home so we couldn't go swimming.
"Sure,"he said, getting up and putting his shirt back on as I did the same.
We were just coming inside when we heard the speech sound of a car pulling into the private road and locking. Soon enough his dad opened the room access and stepped inside."Hey James Whitcomb Riley. Hey Saint Matthew the Apostle,"he said. What was that look he gave me ? Did he give me a look ? Regardless, I could barely stop staring at him as I managed to get out a"Hi, John."
Riley and I sat down and turned on the TV. As we flipped through the channels, john grabbed himself a beer and sat down next to us on the couch. There was nothing good on, so we just turned on football game. privy let us give a few beers, and we were laughing and having fun, but soon enough I had to go home, because Riley had to pack and go to sleep, because his mom would be there to break up him up in the morning."Bye, Riley,"I said, hugging him and feeling sad that I wouldn't see him for another calendar month."bye-bye, St. John the Apostle. Thanks for having me over,"I said, shaking his hand.
"Sure affair, St. Matthew, thanks for coming over,"said John.
A few years later, I was already bored sitting around the sign of the zodiac without my proficient friend to hang out with. I decided I'd go over to his planetary house and use the pool to do some lick. It was Saturday, so I knew whoremonger would be there to let me in. My parents were out of town for a few days so I could pass the afternoon using the pond and John's workout equipment.
I pulled up in front man of the house and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell, and after a few second base, John opened the threshold. Apparently he was quick to get in the syndicate too, because he was shirtless with only a short pair of swim shorts on. I couldn't tell whether he noticed me checking out his sodding body and nice software program, but if he did, he didn't fear."Hey, John the Evangelist,"I said."Do you mind if I come do some lick in the pool and lift some in your free weight room ?"
"Absolutely, feel free to use whatever you want,"he said."I was actually about to do the same thing."
"Sweet,"I said, coming inside and stepping past his halcyon body.
We walked out to the puddle, and I began to clean down to a pair of short swim trunks similar to John's. It was so difficult trying not to stare at john's gorgeous pectoral muscle and muscular shoulder. I felt my pecker starting to swell up in my pant, so I dove into the consortium to try and veil my growing bulge.
After about a half hour of doing laps, John and I were both starting to get worn out and it was starting to see rainy, so we decided to steer back in to lift weighting for a while. We dried off and got dressed, and walked down to the basement where all the weights were.
As I laid down on the bench, I asked John,"Hey, do you listen spotting me while I bench press ?"
"Sure thing,"toilet said, removing his shirt and walking over to support over me while I lifted. As I lifted, I started to lose focus looking at John's perfect swelling under his gym shorts. As strong as I tried, I couldn't support from getting a hard on, and I certainly couldn't skin it through my gym shorts. I racked my weight as my typeface turned red with embarrassment at my full 7 in showing through my boxershorts."Don't be embarrassed,"said John as I stood up."It happens to everyone."I stood looking at him, my expression still red, when I looked down and saw that he was sporting an impressive boner too. I walked around the workbench to remain firm in front of him, and kissed him deeply on the sassing. When I pulled away, he whispered,"Would you like to take this upstairs ?"
"Oh, I'd love to go upstair,"I whispered into his ear. He grabbed me by the hand, and we made our way up to his bedroom, kissing as we ascended the stairs. We came into Saint John's room and he closed the door. As we got to the bed, he laid me down on my rachis and straddled me, bending down to snog and suck my cervix passionately. He then got up so I could straddle him to buss from his neck down to his nipples. As I kissed and sucked his nipples, he moaned quietly and stroked my hair."Let's get undressed ”, he said into my ear in a thick, sensual voice.
We both stood up and looked each early up and down. After I had kissed John Lackland deeply on the brim, I stepped back and lowered my bloomers exposing a tight pair of boxer brief that showed off my ripple seat and my 7-inch bulge tucked to the side. He did the same, showing a small pair of legal brief with a bulge of a similar distance, but even thickset than mine. I kissed all the way down from his sinewy chest down to just above his underwear waistcloth, then I pushed him onto his cover on the bed and took off his underclothes all the way off. I got on my hands and knees over him and crouch down to take his fat cock into my mouth and began to lick and suck the head. He moaned and placed his hand on the spine of my mind, pushing me down onto his delicious dick. He shuddered as I took the whole matter between my lips and began to bob up and down.
After a couple minutes of John the Evangelist's massive hammer sliding down my pharynx, he began to moan loudly."I-I'm gon na cum,"he moaned deeply.
"Not yet,"I said, sliding my mouth back off his throbbing penis and taking my workforce off his beautiful balls.
"Get on all Little Joe,"he commanded as he stood up to reach elbow room for me on the bed. Once I was positioned on the bed, he spread my ass cheeks and began to run his tongue around the rim of my arse, sending undulation of pleasure through my organic structure. I moaned loudly as he plunged his glossa deep into my ass. Soon, he took a finger and pressed it into the possible action of my hole, and it slid in. I moaned again when he began to finger me, and I was in promised land as he added another finger's breadth and then another. He pulled his digit out and flipped me over onto my back and kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He opened the drawer next to his bed and grabbed a small nursing bottle, and used its contents to lube up his buddy-buddy cock. He looked into my center and asked,"Ready ?"
"Please put it in me,"I begged him.
He took my legs and lifted them up to expose my rigorous mess and then grabbed my arm and pinned me down to the bed. With no hands, he expertly positioned his extremity and pressed the beautiful caput against my trap. He kissed me as he slowly pushed it in halfway. I cried out in pain and joy ; feeling his huge cock inside me felt unbelievably right. `` Oh, St. Matthew, you feel so miserly. Fuck, I want your mess so bad, '' he said. When my hole relaxed and the infliction subsided, he slowly pushed all the way in. With that, my best friend's dad's huge cock was inside me. I moaned loudly, and whispered,"Fuck me."
"Oh, I will,"he assured me as he began to pull back out. When the rim of his tool head reached the edge of my asshole, he thrust back in, moaning as he pushed his warm peter back inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled out again, starting to pick up a calendar method of birth control. As he began to fuck me slowly, we looked into each former's middle and moaned with the pleasance of our shared bodies. John picked up speed as he thrust deeply into my ass, and started to grunt while he fucked me savagely. With every thrust of his hips, he began to grunt and soon I was yelling out in pleasure. With one final examination thrust, we both came at the Lapp prison term, and I felt him shoot eight hot pumps of cum into my tight hole as it tensed and clenched around his throbbing dick.
When his cock started to mince inside me, he pulled back out, and he ran his finger across my cum-covered pectus and licked my juice off."Fuck, you're practiced,"he said, sighing.
"Can I say something ?"I asked, turning to look at him lying next to me.
"Sure,"he said."Go ahead."
"I-I think I love you,"I said hesitantly. He met my gaze.
"Well, I think I love you too."
"We're doing this again,"I said, feeling drowsy. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only ten o'clock.
"Yeah, we are."
With that, he pulled the top over us, and pulled me close. I fell asleep with his strong weapons system embracing me .