1. The Life Model 2 : Gary


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: First Time, Voyeur, Author: lyn_hornygirl, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    The Life Model 2 : Gary This is the much requested Sequel to The Life Model, so read that first, I really can't be arsed to recap. I was 17 and a college student. I had a boyfriend Jonathan who had claimed my virginity. After the events of The Life Model, I'd seen Gary around the college a few times and he'd always smiled at me. One Saturday night at the end of term there was a party at the home of one of Gary's mates, whose parents were abroad, and Jonathan and I were invited, as was of course Gary. I arrived with Jonathan who swiftly got rather d***k, talking to his rugby mates. I was usually quickly bored with the girls' conversation, and this was no exception. I went upstairs to see who was on the upper level (it was a huge house) and I ran into Gary. &#034Ah! Lyn!&#034 he quipped &#034I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!&#034 Very witty &#034 I bet YOU wouldn't have the guts to do it!&#034 I countered &#034Well, you might be right there, you wouldn't want to see ME naked anyway, WOULD you?&#034 he grinned rather cheekily This must have been the quickest chat up ever I shrugged, and donned a wry smile, and said as casually as I could &#034I wouldn't mind actually, just from an artistic point of view, you understand&#034 Gary stepped into a large bedroom, it may well have been the master bedroom, and the host's parents' Intrigued, I followed. &#034God this is rather nice! &#034 I said Gary, looked me straight in the eye and started unbuttoning his faded denim ...
    shirt. His chest was bare, I assume naturally so, and tightly muscled. His arms were wiry and actually rather magnificent. My Jonathan was muscly but bulky, as usual with Rugby players, Gary was a nice contrast. He threw his shirt casually onto the bed, and , still looking me steadily in the eye, started to undo his belt. I gulped. Was he REALLY going to stand there and strip for me? He opened his jeans and slipped them down his long, ripped thighs, there was a hell of a bulge in his tight underpants. His cock looked bigger than when he got hard in the art class. He stooped to pull his boots off, then pulled his jeans down and off, and stood there in his tight black underwear (and socks). He put his hands on his hips as if to say 'What do you think?' &#034Go on&#034 I said He gripped the waistband of his pants &#034These?&#034 I nodded. He pulled them out at the waistband to get them over his proud cock. It sprang out, fully erect, probably about seven inches, BONE hard, and with a big knob on the end, and he was circumcised. Not many Brits are. His big balls were pulled in tight to his body, and coated in quite downy hair. All in all, his 'tackle' was very very pleasing. It was so hard as I looked at him, it was curving back in towards his navel. I motioned he should turn around, give me a twirl as it were. He rotated 180 degrees, to show me his arse. AND MY GOD WHAT AN ARSE, pert, curvy, muscled and hard, peachy smooth skin, taut buttocks, all in all a PEACH, which badly needed ...
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