1. My Public Sex Addiction 5


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Author: bioralpleaser, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    hanging out, so I ask if I can suck his cock. He grabs it and holds it out so I get down on it out in the open and I am giving it my A game blow, which it does. He's got these slim hips and the top of his cutoffs is open and he pulls out of my throat and jacks his fantastic meat kinda slow while his head rolls back against the tree and big, copious watery ropes of absolutely white cum come pouring out of that amazing cock. He shoots it pretty far into the shrubs but not as far as me, cuz my cum just rockets out and the first couple of shots are headed up to the upper trail, but they didn't get there, of course, so it wasn't really a danger to anyone. And I say, Cool. So Bern is watching his own cock cum, which I admit is worth watching, and he sees me blasting cum all over the fucking hillside, and he gives me this happy smile and says, How come you picked me? Huh? Turns out he's some kind of sociology major or something and he's fascinated about why white guys cruise black guys, and he tells me the white guys usually wait to be hit on, but I was obviously not from around there cuz I didn't know this and I made the first move to him. Well. I sure didn't see the rules posted along the trail anywhere. So he says, Let's go. Yes! There's that let's go again! So we do, and we walk up P street to some gay bar he knows about and have a lot to drink, then I take him into the bathroom for some more cum, and was sucking him off in the stall, but I was really too d***k, so it didn't ...
    work. But I ended up with his phone number in New York. New York? Huh? What the fuck am I going to do with a New York number, you ask. Well, I went to New York on business many months later, so I'm in these fucking meetings and I think about Bern's number, which I fucking left at my work, so I called work and had someone get me the number and I called it. Bern did answer but he didn't seem to remember me until I happened to say cool again, and then it comes back to him so we arrange to meet at his apartment later, which I do, and it's way up by St. John the Divine, and the fucking subway gets stopped on the way when some asshole jumps in front of it, so I have to get out and fucking WALK clear up there and it is hotter than a festered snatch outside, and I'm not sure where the place is, but when I get there, later, there's no one home. Fuck. Fucked again. So I go down to the corner of the block to maybe call him or something and here he fucking comes from across the street and he is just amazing. Man he's got all that hair up in braids or whatever they call them, and ivory beads and shit and it looks like some kinda royal African headdress or something and his graceful little body just flows across the street, and he's calling my name like we were fucking cousins. Then we walk up five fucking flights in the heat, and he doesn't have a/c, but we get some ice water and talk, and then he says, Want to get more comfortable? Are you fucking k**ding? And he's got his pants off already ...
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