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Addicted to Fist
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 60, Source: xHamster
the sweat from his chest and worked my way to his belly. He tasted delicious. But what I wanted most was the huge piece of sausage hanging limply between his legs. I captured the uncut head in my mouth and began sucking the cheese from its unwashed folds of skin. Holy mother of head cheese! He tasted so fucking raunchy and delicious! I felt him moving as I sucked the entire length inside my mouth. He was getting hard. And he was probably waking up as well. "So did you have a good time," he asked. "I had a very large time," I glubbed around his cock. "I got fisted about as many ways as you can imagine." "Hmmm," he sighed. "I guess you got what you needed then, huh?" "To tell you the truth, I kept thinking of you," I said, looking up and straight into his eyes. "You did?" he asked, meeting my stare. "Yep . I kept hoping you'd be the one who would fist me." "Uh . I gotta tell you something, buddy. After I left you the other night, I went home and within an hour, she was back to her ways again. I really thought she must hate men or at least me. So we started talking. Like really talking for the first time in years. And sure enough, she really thinks she'd rather be with a woman. And so then I told her about you. And us. And she seemed kinda relieved about it. Seems like we'd both be happier with our own kind." "Wow," I said. "That's incredible, buddy." "Yeah," he replied, looking deep ...