1. Game Boy Part 1


    Date: 5/23/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: RobertFurlong, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    ordinarily prefer – so ripe and coarse I could even imagine the customers getting a whiff of it when he bent down to stock a low a shelf in Boots or whatever shop it was he worked in – but I revelled in its excesses and probed my nose still deeper, enjoying its hot sticky acridity and the slimier wetness lower down around his wrinkled entrance. I heard him say, presumably seeing my wrist pounding at my hard-on, "Fuckin' hell, mate – this really does it for you, doesn't it?!" I pulled out from his dank, sordid valley and gasped at the sweet fresh air as I recovered my breath. I peered around to see if he'd developed an erection of his own from having my nose and mouth pressing into such an intimate part of his body, but his cock had remained steadfastly limp. It was a very nice-looking organ, I have to admit. It was pale and thin but pleasingly full in its length, and the head was prominently defined being much fatter than his shaft and making a bullet-shaped bulge underneath his foreskin. His bollocks were very attractive too: his scrotum was almost hairless and his balls hung large and heavy within it, stretching it downwards and making the skin fold in long convoluted ridges like a pair of stage curtains. He looked down at me and said, "If you're gonna lick my shitter, get on with it. Just hurry up and spunk your nut! I haven't got all fuckin' day, you know! It'll take a few hours to install the game!" He was obviously getting really pissed off. As being having his arse ...
    rimmed clearly wasn't doing it for him, he was probably figuring that the discomfort of having me panting and gasping into his butt-crack wasn't worth the price of the game. I'd have to offer him two games: yes, that's what I'd do as we were walking back across to HMV. And still pop the gift voucher into the bag as a way of saying thank you. I plunged my face back between his incredible arse-cheeks and this time extended my tongue so I could taste his tiny puckered ring. This was the prize I'd been savouring; the act I found myself fantasising about doing to just about every man I met no matter what the circumstances. Whether at work or in a shop, regardless of age or appearance, this was what I thought about doing: how it would feel and smell and taste if I pressed my face between my new acquaintance's flavoursome buttocks. I reached my tongue out and lapped at his tightly clenched hole. He called out, "Yeah, fuckin' lick it you filthy piece of shit!" I assumed he did this more for the purpose of hastening my excitement rather than reflecting any enjoyment of his own. His taste was magnificent: a crude cacophony of the most raunchy and effluvious of flavours I had ever tasted inside another man's hot hairy ditch. I lapped at his hole and started wanking myself faster and more roughly as I began to slowly work my tongue into his tight, muscled opening. Inside his muddy tunnel was bitter and indecent: a wonderfully lewd carnival of this lad's darkest and most private smells and ...
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