1. Overnight Train


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Gay, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 78.1, Source: sexstories.com

    slid down the zip of his flies and made my discovery. He was wearing cycling shorts and I gasped in joy and excitement. He stood back from me and grinned, “Well, what did you expect,” he snorted, “grey flannel under-drawers?” He kicked-off his shoes, dropped his trousers and stepped out of them, a vision before me in lean, muscular grey, black and white lycra. I was transfixed. He stood there, his hands on his hips and put is head on one side, “Will I do?” he asked, as his eye-brows did that thing again, pointing upwards in the middle and making me go all warm and tingly inside. “Oh God, yes!” I replied softly, “you’ll do – well, for tonight, at least!” I teased, then smiled and sighed. Too true! Before I knew it, he had dropped to his knees and was undoing my jeans and pulling them down, revealing my white briefs, already stained with pre-cum. I am often embarrassed by this, as some guys don’t like it but he was like a boy who had just unwrapped a long-awaited Christmas present. “Aaah!” he whispered in his Irish lilt, “now that, I do love.” Instantly, his face was buried in my groin and I felt his warm breath and his tongue exploring every crevice, then tasting, licking and inhaling my oozing cock inside my underwear, while I clasped his head, thickly covered in tousled dark hair, circling his ears with the tips of my fingers. Delicately, almost gingerly, he pulled the waist-band of my briefs down, finally to reveal and release my aching hard-on, uncut but foreskin drawn ...
    back and now sticking out in front of me. He paused, as if contemplating it. Then he opened his mouth – those gorgeous, salty, kissing lips – and slowly enveloped, first the slippery tip of my tool, and then slowly but surely, the rest of it, until his nose was deep in my ginger pubic hair. I was enjoying this too much; and I hadn’t got those cycling shorts off yet! It was my turn now. As he slid his warm delicious mouth back up my tool, I pushed his head away and clasped him under his arms, pulling him to his feet. He wiped his mouth with his hand and kissed me again and this time, I tasted a new saltiness in his saliva; that of my own pre-cum, the remnants of which were still in his mouth. Kicking-off my shoes and stepping out of my jeans, which at this point were still down around my ankles, I twisted him around, so that his back was now against the wall. Then, kneeling down in front of him, I began admiring and stroking the smooth black and grey lycra surface of his shorts, the stitching of which seemed to emphasize his muscles and the cheeks of his bum, which were flexing in and out now, as I kneaded and caressed his buttocks. Now I had my own, long-awaited Christmas present! Studying the bulge in front of his shorts, I was fascinated. The inside padding in the groin had the effect of protecting his balls in the saddle, yes, but it also seemed to lift them and present them forward, pronouncing his bulge. Meanwhile, beyond the stitched shaping of his bulge, his organ was ...
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