You're down at the harbour at night. It's dark and misty and you're as horny as fuck. In the distance you see the red glow of a cigarette and your pulse quickens. You walk towards the glow, hoping that this time you will get lucky. The glow comes towards you. Suddenly you both stop; it is so dark you can hardly see him and your heart pounding in your eardrums. A hand reaches out and cups itself around your balls. You exhale slowly, almost too excited to breathe. The hand continues to fondle you and soon you are sporting an impressive boner. Your zipper is lowered and your cock hauled out into the fresh night air. The cool air feels delicious against your slightly damp and sticky cock crown. And then suddenly your cock is engulfed by a warm mouth and a magic tongue. Lips and tongue work you cock and crown, gobbling you down to the base. Hands tug on your jeans, lowering them to your knees. The stranger at your feet has soft, close cropped hair. Your brush your hands against the grain as he vacuums your jizz right out of your balls. You grunt and groan and flood his mouth. He quickly rises and fades into the night. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Simon grooved on the pair of big bears as they mated. The one with the blonde hair was bent over with his elbows on the cubicle bed and his ass in the air. The bigger, greyer, hairier bear was giving him his thick, short cock. The cubicle door was open so Simon stopped to watch. The big fucker smiled at him and pulled his fat hog all the way out of his buddy's ass so Simon got a good look before he plunged back in. It was about five inches long and as round as a beer can at the base, while the head tapered down to a spear shape. Simon's towel rose to accommodate his inflating cock. These guys were giving and getting it good. The guy on bottom murmured softly as his insides got plowed while the guy doing the poking was drenched in sweat. He tugged at Simon's towel and it fell away, revealing Simon's nine inch club. 'Boy, you're gonna love this.' the grey haired bear said to his buddy as he increased his tempo. His cock was blur now as it drove in and out of his lover's slippery chute. Suddenly he grunted and clenched his ass, before pulling out seconds later. The guy who was getting fucked turned around and looked at Simon. 'Give me your cream.' he begged. Simon's cock slid up the blonde bear's slut hole without any resistance. He was slippery wet with spunk and lube and warm and delicious on Simon's cock. Instinct took over as Simon's brain shut down. His pelvis took on a life of it own, thrusting his cock deep into that warm, sexy fat ass while the older guy worked a rough finger up Simon's ass. 'Oh fuck!' Simon grunted and shuddered, less than three minutes after entering that fuckable ass. It was the quickest he had ever cum and just about the best fuck he had ever had. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Paul was taking a leak at a urinal when this really sexy older dude walked in and stood one urinal away from him. Paul sneaked a quick look at the silver hair and handsome face. The silver fox unzipped and pulled out a long, brown uncut cock and a pair of fat orangy brown balls. He took his time peeling back his foreskin and then let fly a quick blast of piss. Paul's mouth went dry as he gently tugged on his cock, trying not to be too obvious. The bathroom was fairly busy and not known as a cruising joint. The older man was dressed in expensive Italian trousers and wore a dress shirt and tie. Probably a businessman from one of the offices upstairs, thought Paul. His cheeks burned as he stole another quick glance at the older stud. Something was definitely in the air. The businessman was slowly milking his skin back and forth over his pinkish red knob. When he caught Paul looking he stepped back and took his hand away so Paul could get a better look. In an instant Paul was hard and showing off his boner. Just as quickly the older dude was by his side and was pushing Paul to his knees. Not here.' Paul said, but the guy just kept up the pressure on Paul's shoulder. His cock was half hard know and the foreskin was trapped behind his crown. Although Paul could hear footsteps in the distance, and although his heart was thumping and he was so incredibly nervous his own cock had gone soft, he took that delicious brown cock into his mouth and soon tongued it into erection. The cock head and foreskin was coated in the most amazingly delicious secretions and Paul felt giddy with lust and fear. Suddenly the outer door opened and Paul froze. At the very same time a thick jet of scalding jism blasted into the back of his throat. The older guy just managed to tuck himself away as the stranger walked into the room. As Paul was still down on his knees he had to pretend he was tying his shoe laces. With a red face he hurried out of the bathroom just in time to see the older man put his arms around his wife and give her a kiss on the cheek. ENDIs it true what they say about British men having huge cocks? Click here to find out for yourself!
|