Ever had 5 hours of pure unadulterated sex with one hot guy?
I did. Totally unplanned, totally unexpected and totally hot.
J was in KL for a business trip and decided to extend his stay over the weekend. We met up, had dinner, went to a bar for some drinks and headed back to the hotel where he was staying.
Then it started. Sparks flew. Tongues intertwined. Hands all over. Cocks raging hard, dripping wet.
We started almost at midnight. And we didn't stop till 5 in the morning. No drugs. Just some poppers and pure lust.
We totally went for it. Lots of deep slow sucking. LOTS of it. We took turns sucking each other's big hard cock and did everything imaginable. I'm getting a hard on writing this.
There were plenty of kissing. What an awesome kisser he was too. And totally horny looking in that fine compact frame of his. My chocolate caramel man I called him.
His dick was something else. A mind of its own so to speak. Fucking rock hard throughout, not once was he soft. Serious. And a bloody juicy thick cock too which leaks like a faulty tap. Amazing.
Each whiff of the popper would sent us straight to sheer ecstasy, as we 69 each other, moaning like two bitches in heat with our mouths full of cock.
Or we would tongue fuck each other's hole and play with each other's sensitive tits till we couldn't take it any more.
No penetration at all. We didn't need it. We were purely cock-envious that night.
No lights. We only needed to feel each other's body, tongue and hardness.
Did I mention amazing?
In the end, we both came inside each other's mouth, squirting what must have felt like the eruption of Old Geyser down our throats.
Five hours. Damn.
I fucking love being a man.
I did. Totally unplanned, totally unexpected and totally hot.
J was in KL for a business trip and decided to extend his stay over the weekend. We met up, had dinner, went to a bar for some drinks and headed back to the hotel where he was staying.
Then it started. Sparks flew. Tongues intertwined. Hands all over. Cocks raging hard, dripping wet.
We started almost at midnight. And we didn't stop till 5 in the morning. No drugs. Just some poppers and pure lust.
We totally went for it. Lots of deep slow sucking. LOTS of it. We took turns sucking each other's big hard cock and did everything imaginable. I'm getting a hard on writing this.
There were plenty of kissing. What an awesome kisser he was too. And totally horny looking in that fine compact frame of his. My chocolate caramel man I called him.
His dick was something else. A mind of its own so to speak. Fucking rock hard throughout, not once was he soft. Serious. And a bloody juicy thick cock too which leaks like a faulty tap. Amazing.
Each whiff of the popper would sent us straight to sheer ecstasy, as we 69 each other, moaning like two bitches in heat with our mouths full of cock.
Or we would tongue fuck each other's hole and play with each other's sensitive tits till we couldn't take it any more.
No penetration at all. We didn't need it. We were purely cock-envious that night.
No lights. We only needed to feel each other's body, tongue and hardness.
Did I mention amazing?
In the end, we both came inside each other's mouth, squirting what must have felt like the eruption of Old Geyser down our throats.
Five hours. Damn.
I fucking love being a man.
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