1. Dean Bareback - It Must Have Been The Car


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Oral Sex, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    was instantly shocked by the absence of any underwear but the shock quickly dissipated as my attention rested on the semi-tumescent, uncut piece of meat that lay before me in the midst of that dense thatch. I can honestly say that any young man would be proud of such a piece and mine was already oozing pre-cum in my own briefs, now constrained even more tightly by my jeans in the seat next to him. As I gazed at him (probably with my mouth open in surprise – I can’t remember!), he looked back and smirked, “It won’t bite y’ know,” he said. Then he added, “you’re not gonna go chicken on me are you?” So checking around that there was no-one else in sight, I lifted his weighty cock with my right hand, as I put my face down into his lap and took it straight into my mouth. My face was already into his thick thatch and I could inhale all those steamy, masculine odours of musk & sweat, combined with the more healthy scent of soap and talcum powder. His organ seemed to take on a life of its own. Awoken from its semi-slumber, it rapidly grew inside my mouth, as I slurped and sucked and as I pressed down on his balls with my right hand, my tongue felt his foreskin slip back, revealing the hardening ridge of his cock-head, which was still growing! Eventually, I had to come up for air. It was getting really hot in the car, in the sun and I figured that if I just sucked him off here, he’d soon lose interest and that would be that. So I suggested we make for the trees to find a quiet spot ...
    but in the fresh air. To my surprise, he agreed and quickly slipped is trackie-bottoms back up and got out of the car. He was keen! Heading into the clump of trees set back from the river, it wasn’t long before we found a small clearing with some grass and a scattering of wild flowers, partly shaded from the sun. On this sheltered bit of the riverbank, we lay down in the soft grass and I put my left arm over his shoulders, as I slid my hand inside his trackie-bottoms and into the warm sweatiness of his pubic hair, now damp from my having dribbled all over it in the car! Again, he lifted his buttocks and pushed his tracksuit bottoms down to his knees. Laying down again in my embrace, his erect organ lay up across his slightly hairy stomach, throbbing gently in anticipation. As if matching his spikey brown head of hair, his body was also peppered in parts with tiny curls. His legs were quite hairy but his muscles were young and taught, the outline of his abs framing a treasure-trail of hairs leading both in and out of his soft navel. I ran my face softly over his stomach and I felt him inhale, as I kissed first one side and then the other side of that tender area beside his hip-bones, now protruding slightly, as he lay stretched-out before me in the dappled sunlight of this deserted riverbank. Breaking-off our embrace for a moment, I rapidly kicked off my trainers and undid my shirt but as I made to unzip my jeans, he sat up and said, “No, let me do that,” and he leapt up and ...
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