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How an Appendoectomy Led to Some Fun

My mother kindly soul that she was somehow agreed to take in two Swedish students for a fortnight before they joined some of their friends who were to camp in the Lake District in August. My elder sister had recently left home so there was a room vacant into which she put twin beds and as I had passed my driving test she reckoned I would be able to look after them as they were eighteen and I was the great age of 19. The idea was that they should learn English for a fortnight as it is spoken in an English home and that they should then go on to the camp to act as interpreters for their friends. On top of that it transpired that their parents were taking the opportunity of their sons stay in England to take a month s holiday in Tahiti and Hawaii.



I remember well their arrival at my home. Their English was already pretty good and they were brought to the house by Berndt s uncle who lived in London and spoke better English than most of us English! He was serving as the contact for both of them just in case anything went wrong so before leaving he gave my mother his telephone number and London address.



They were very polite giving my mother presents from Sweden and expressing pleasure in being allowed to stay with us. They spoke their own language only in the privacy of their bedroom which impressed us all. Hans was taller than Berndt and more communicative. He joined in wholeheartedly with everything we did to amuse them whereas Berndt was small slim dark-haired and less talkative. My young sister who was 16 at the time thought Hans was wonderful and very quickly a romance blossomed between them which my mother had not anticipated. I think she was quite relieved when the time to go to Cumberland came round. And then something drastic happened. A day before they were due to go north Berndt complained of pains in his abdomen. It so happened that only a few months earlier I had had what was left of my appendix surgically removed. The doctor had come to the house pulled a face when he saw me writhing in agony tapped me with deft fingers on my abdomen and then pronounced to my mother that I was suffering from gastro-enteritis and that I might seem a bit delirious during the night but that I would start to recover in the morning. He left some medicine to be taken every four hours but nothing seemed to work and the pain got worse and worse. In the morning I was limp with exhaustion and my mother sent for the doctor again who immediately realized I was a hospital case and ordered up an ambulance to take me to a hospital fifteen miles away where he would no longer have any responsibility for me. Some doctoring! On the way to hospital my appendix burst and I felt warm easy and drowsy before slipping into unconsciousness. The next I knew was that I was in a hospital bed fixed up with a drip attached to a needle sticking into my arm and curtains drawn all round my bed. It took a further operation and a month in hospital to repair me and I therefore considered myself something of an expert on appendicitis. So when Berndt complained of pain in the abdomen I was able to ask him his symptoms and to relate them to mine. They were identical! My mother therefore called the same doctor who took one look recalled what had happened to me and had Berndt carted away to hospital forthwith while my mother phoned his uncle in London to tell him of the need for an operation.



Meanwhile it was judged best for Hans to leave for his camp and it became my duty to visit Berndt in hospital. I can t say that I warmed to him. He was too reserved for that and anyway he came to some crazy notion that the doctor had not actually taken out his appendix because it was still hurting in just the same way as it had done before the operation. Looking back on it now I can see that being all alone in a foreign hospital with just me and sometimes my sister and mum to visit him was an unnerving experience. Also so I m informed by medical opinion those who have been operated on sometimes continue to feel the symptoms which have pained them even when the source of those symptoms has been cured. Whatever even when he came out of hospital five days after the op Berndt continued to complain about the pain in his abdomen. The nurse who came to our house to dress his wound assured him he really had had his appendix removed but he wouldn t believe her. The doctor was called in and said just the same and yet the pain he was suffering was obvious. My mother phoned his uncle who said the best thing for him would be to take himself out of himself (as he put it) by an activity which he could manage while the wound continued to heal so it was agreed that though it would be too strenuous for him to join the last week of the camp in the Lake District it might compensate him for what he was missing if I took him camping on his own for three days to North Wales. Then his uncle would come from London to collect him and he could rejoin Hans for the return to Stockholm.



I agreed with some reluctance. I was pleased to do the driving and I enjoyed camping but I didn t want to have to cope with several days of continual moans. Berndt also was reluctant to go but his uncle was a persuasive man so we gathered camping equipment together and set off. At least the weather was fine and the journey was fun. We found a field to camp in just up from the sandy shore of the Lleyn peninsula with magnificent views of the Snowdon massif across the inlet of sea. We had two tents and I was very surprised the next morning when I woke up to sunshine and a sea breeze to find that Berndt s tent was empty. When I searched the shore-line for him he was not there and I was on the point of going to the local Police Station to report him missing when he walked into our camp and said he had been to see a doctor. He explained that his tummy was still hurting as if the appendix was still there but the doctor had given him a thorough examination and had said more or less exactly what he d been told back at my home. This reassured him and gradually over the three days of our camp the pains receded until he said he felt better.



It was on Day 2 that the following happened and which gave rise to this story. The afternoon was sunny and after we had cooked lunch we lay out on towels on the sandy shore not far from the gently lapping sea. It was an idyllic day in an idyllic spot and Berndt lay just upshore from me on the shelving sand so that my face was level with his hips. Now that he was so much more relaxed he was able to shut his eyes and dream peacefully (no doubt in Swedish). He was wearing very short shorts without underpants so that he could take a dip in the water whenever he felt like it and he was lying half on his side so that the dressed wound would not get too sticky with sweat from the sun. And then I noticed that his dick had somehow become fully visible plus one of his balls where his shorts had ravelled up.



Now we never talked about sex at home and I d never even seen my parents naked. At school topics like masturbation were rarely if ever mentioned so this free look at Berndt s dick was an interesting experience for me And look I did – for about five minutes before he stretched opened his eyes and said it was time for a swim. He didn t catch me looking but he rearranged his shorts stood up and splashed off into the sea. That evening I re-dressed his wound which was healing rapidly now and admired his slimness. I knew that his dick was only small but it was perfectly formed and neatly circumcised whereas mine (uncut) was more like a piece of wrinkly old rope when it was in repose. His by contrast looked innocent and somehow unused – which it probably had been for the last two weeks. (I remembered how I had not had an orgasm for a month in hospital and how wonderful it was when I reached my own bed at home again.) That night in the privacy of my own tent I thought about circumcision and wondered why it was practised. I could understand why it was necessary if a baby s foreskin was too long or too tight but why did some religions practise it as a ritual? If it was on health grounds then I had never had cause to complain of my own foreskin and if on religious grounds how could you explain it – unless for some strange reason it was to inhibit youngsters from masturbating (if ever it did!) or to make it easier later when married to have sex with one s wife. And then I thought how nice it would have been to have seen Berndt s dick stiff and cumming and with those thoughts I treated myself to a most satisfying wank. I knew of course that as someone wholly responsible for him at the time I would be abusing the trust placed in me if I suggested any hanky-panky and anyway he had only to inform his uncle if he reacted badly to my advances for me to be in the deepest trouble of my life. But it was a turn-on all the same and it altered the way I felt about him. Now that I knew what he carried between his legs made me more interested in him and a more sympathetic companion. From that moment we got on fine and he was much less reserved when we arrived back a day later at my parents house.



On his last night in our house (his uncle was due to collect him the following morning) I decided to show him my appendix scar in the hope that he would show me how far his had now healed. It only had a small dressing on it now. The weather was still warm and a single sheet covered his body when I went into his room where he was reading by the light of a bedside lamp. He looked innocent and vulnerable lying there and I wondered again whether the risk was worth taking. I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and I pulled my t-shirt up for him to look at my scar. He was interested and touched the stitch holes and the big in-fill that had been created where the rubber drain had been taken out of my peritoneum. Mine s different he said (as I well knew) throwing back the sheet to uncover the upper part of his body. His skin was pale and smooth to my touch as I gently peeled back the dressing and let my fingers wander sufficiently to let him know that I was enjoying the feel of his body. My dick suddenly got very stiff and I had to put my hand in my pocket to hide its excitement which meant I had only one hand left to gently massage the area around and below his wound. But he got the message and he didn t seem off-put by it especially when I folded the sheet back a little further so that it covered him just a little higher than his groin.



And then I got a fit of nerves wondering again what would happen if he told his uncle the next day. So I stood up pressing hard on my hard-on with the hand in my pocket and said You ve got a lovely body then moved towards the door as if to say goodnight. There was a moment s silence and I felt very disappointed with myself for having got so far but not far enough. And then he said I feel wicked. I could hardly believe my ears when he said it again with more emphasis this time. It was clearly an invitation! I went swiftly to his bedside my hand out of my pocket now knelt by the bed and carefully and slowly moved the sheet down another turn. He was wearing pyjama trousers but his excitement was obvious. Carefully I untied his pyjama cord and fished inside the opened front for his dick. And there it was just how I had imagined it. Small but very stiff and glistening in the lamplight. I put my index finger and thumb round it just under the head (it was too short for my fist) and gently moved the loose skin up and down. He gave a small moan of pleasure and so I began to stroke him slowly at first and then speeding up. He did nothing to stop me but when he felt close to cumming he turned over onto his side – I think to stop spunk landing on his wound. (I d had the same problem several months before.) This made it more awkward for me to stroke him to his climax so he took over and I was treated to the sight of all the intensity of his orgasm. He may have said something in Swedish as he came but what I remember is the sheer size of his load. He didn t spurt much but the sheet under his exploding dick became a quivering sticky pool of creamy spunk. Size of dick is no indication of volume of load!



After he d recovered from his ecstasy he wanted to examine me so when I stood up he put his hand out to touch the bulge in my jeans. To make it easier for him I unzipped them and pulled my dick out. It s about eight inches long and he was amazed at its size. Also it was dripping with pre-cum. It s so big he whispered as he looked at my foreskin. Does this slide back? Try it I said and he did sliding my foreskin back so that it stayed back behind the rim of my glans. Go ahead I said as I faced him standing my dick pointing at ninety degrees over the pool of spunk on the sheet.



He had a wonderful touch that Berndt and I gave him a juicy treat as my spunk erupted to join with his. When it was over he said he hadn t touched himself for a fortnight and doing it with me was a pleasure he d never forget. I knew then that I was safe.



His uncle called for him the next day and he never told on me. Nor did we correspond whereas Hans and my sister kept writing letters to each other for the next few months. Reserved he may have been but he had secret depths and I ve carried the memory of him for a long time. I also remember that after he had gone I went into his room to inspect the sheet. There was a large stain of dried sperm where we had both cum the night before. I hastily covered it over thinking that if my mother noticed kindly soul that she was she would put it down to the fact that Berndt knew the sheets would have to be washed after he was gone anyway. But then she might – for all I know – have thought to herself How disgusting! You see we never did talk about sex in our house.


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End of the North

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I used to work for the federal government doing construction and maintenance on radio towers for the Department of Transport. A couple of years ago they privatized the whole section and I ended up with the choice between working for whoever took it over or taking the work myself. Well I took it on and now actually do less work for more money. The catch is if there s a problem in the middle of winter I ve often only got a reduced crew available to deal with it.



High winds on iced-over antennas caused two of them to break on a tower aways out of Prince George and I had to go replace them. I took a fellow along that works for me in the summer. We did half the job but had to call it a day when the wind and snow got too fierce to see what we were doing.



We adjourned to the pub -the infamous Inn of the North -known locally as the End of the North. My guy isn t much of a beer drinker and left for some supper. Myself when I get a few brews down tend to lose interest in food. Usually I just grab a burger in the bar.



I d been there a couple of hours and when I get semi-drunk I get careless and I guess I ve been staring at this guy a couple of tables over -too often and for too long. The guy is easy on the eyes though he s muscular with a deep tan curly black hair under a black cowboy hat. He has a snub nose on a bit of a baby face -but that s saved by a wide moustache. At about five seven or so he looks to be a little smaller than me and when he goes for cigarettes I see he s bowlegged too and has a tight little ass at the top of his bandy legs.



I go to the can to unload some of the beer and when I m coming out I meet him going in. You been fuckin starin at me all night he snarls. Whatta ya want asshole? Nothin much I tell him.



Well semi-drunk is sometimes more than semi-stupid and I say I been wonderin what your asshole would feel like on my cock you little prick.



He howls and throws a punch I easily dodge. I throw one of my own and I don t miss. I knock him on his ass on top of a tablefull of beer. This produces the usual hullaballoo a whole lot of spilled beer cursing scraping chairs and broken glass. Somebody grabs me I pull away lose my balance and land on top of the cowboy on the knocked-over table.



Trying to get up we struggle amid all the beer and broken beer glasses. When they pull us out of the mess his face is covered in blood and me I m bleeding like a stuck pig from a cut on my forehead.



My guy Jerry -back from supper sees what s going on and comes charging over. Him and a couple of bouncers get there at the same time. The idiot cowboy is no longer in fighting mode and all three of us get thrown out on our asses. Jerry takes a look and decides he d better take us to the emergency to get looked at proper.



On the way to the hospital the three of us are in the cab of my truck. With just one seat we re jammed in fairly tight and I m in the middle. After a few minutes I feel the cowboy s knee against mine. I move away a bit but a minute or two later I feel it again. I glance over at him. He s looking at me and despite the bloody face I think I see a strange half smile. He looks away and moves his leg away as well.



The Emergency Ward is the usual laugh riot on a saturday night. A whining kid with a broken arm with his mother a couple of whores one clutching her hand and weeping the other swearing a blue streak a strung-out druggy or two various old parties looking distraught some old guy moaning in the corner and a drunk puking in the hall. Nothing very exciting.



They clean him up first and he s not as bad off as it looks. He s got several small cuts on his face from the broken beer glasses and one about an inch long on his neck -along with a broken nose I note with some satisfaction. They stitch him up slap a plaster over his nose apply a few bandaids and give him some pills for any pain he might have.



Before they cleaned him up he looked like he d stuck his head in a cement mixer while I seeing my image in a mirror as the doc sews me up think I look downright fetching. I get eight stitches but one bandaid will cover it up. That and a few minor cuts stopped with styptic.



I look over at him and laugh. Don t fuckin make me laugh pervert he mutters. What were we fightin about anyways?



Fucked if I know I say and smile. I can t keep the smirk off my face. A broken nose is gonna make him cuter than ever.



I could stand another beer or three he says. Ya wanta risk some more? Why not? I reply You done tryin to beat me up?



I told ya don t make me laugh he says -and away we go.



Back at the Inn of the North getting in through a different entrance than the one we were thrown out of Jerry says to me – I ve had enough excitement for tonight. You guys kill each other if you want I m gonna hit the sack. See you in the morning.



The cowboy and I put back a few more beer without saying much. After a while Mark that s his name turns to me and says with a smile So what was your plan pervert? After you fucked me and sucked my cock what did you have in mind?



I dunno I tell him Maybe kiss your ass or somethin . I don t plan ahead I like to improvise.



After a long pause he leans over and says real low So you wanna go somewhere do somethin?



I ve got a box of beer in the truck. Mark says he wants a real drink so he picks up a bottle of rye. I ve told him what I m doing in Prince George and he says Show me your fuckin tower why don t ya? So we take my truck up the mountain and I show him the tower I m working on. He says You re fulla crap. You don t go up that.



Oh yeah? I say C mon chickenshit it s only two hundred feet. I ll race ya to the top!



Alright alright he says I believe ya. It s too fuckin cold for that BS.



Back in the warm truck I down another beer Mark sips from the bottle and we sit there quietly. I get out to take a leak and he comes with me. When we re done he says So when are you gonna suck my dick?



For some dumb reason I do him out there in the cold. It s fuckin freezing but his nifty dick is hotter n a firecracker and doesn t take much longer than one to go off. When I straighten up -without a word he reaches over to my dick. Then he mutters Maybe I ll give it a shot and I don t do this pervert. And it s too dark to tell if he s kidding.



But he bends over my cock anyway. It s too dark to see much but I can hear him taking a sniff. Then I feel his hot mouth on it. It s amazing how hot a mouth can feel when it s freezing cold on the top of a fucking mountain in the dark in the middle of winter. He moves his mouth up and down but not with much suction and I think to myself You might be doin it but you ain t doin it very well and it s too damn cold for amateur night on the mountain so I pull him off it tell him to c mon and start to get back in the truck.



Suddenly he turns ugly again and takes another goddam swing at me! We fight again. Even tho we re pretty evenly matched and he looks tough he s not much of a fighter and I drop him in his tracks in the snow.



So walk back you dumb fuck I snarl. I hope you freeze to death ya fuckin moron!



I jump in the truck and I m half a mile down the road before I realize he probably might freeze to death. It s a long way back to town. I can t turn around here so I have to reverse back uphill in the snow.



I get almost to him and he runs down slipping and sliding and starts kicking the side of the truck raving away You bastard fucking pervert bastard!!



I get out and grab him. -He stops kicking the truck and starts hitting it with his fist. Get in! I yell at him Get in the fucking truck! It s too cold up here for this crap. Get fuckin inside!



I never asked you for a fucking thing. Did I? I yell at him when we re back on the road. Well did I?! You asked me in the bar what I was thinkin and I told you. Every fucking thing after that was your idea!



So I blew you. So what!? And you had a taste of my cock. Big fucking deal. You could suck my cock every night for a month and it wouldn t turn you queer if ya aren t. Ya might get a little better at it that s all. You d still be the same ignorant fucking heterosexual cocksucking sonofabitch you always were!



He sits there sullenly as the truck rattles along. We hit a bump and it jolts him over closer to me. I tousle his hair and tell him not to be such a jerk. You re OK I m OK nothin important s happened. I turn to look at him and see tears on his cheek. He s crying for Christ s sake.



Oh Jesus I say Don t be doin that man.



I don t wanna be fucking gay he snivels.



Don t get so excited you probably aren t. I tell him What you did doesn t change a thing. You re not a cocksucker you tried it you didn t like it. You re alright. And I think to myself you re no damn good at it anyway.



Aw crap he whines What do you know? I wanted to do it. I do like it. But no way I wanna be gay!



Now I m wondering… I like it he says. So what the hell does that mean? He just found out now or he s always liked it? -What?…WHAT?



C mere c mon over here I tell him and I put my arm around his shoulder thinking to myself again I don t need this shit.



Let s get this straight I say Are you through fuckin fightin with me?



Yeah shit yeah. he says. Well are you? -it s not like you re winning is it? Yeah yeah! -Christ whatta ya want? he grunts.



Listen idiot. I m a lover not a fighter. But I m takin no more a that shit from you. Understand?



We drive on. He s stopped his whining -I ve still got my arm around his shoulder and he s leaning against it. I m still horny and he s still cute. Dinged up a bit but still cute. If he thinks he likes it maybe we should make sure one way or the other.



I got an idea I smile at him. We could get out and fight some more. That crummy bit of cocksucking you did proves nothing. I ll beat you up a little more then you can give me a decent blowjob what do you say? After that If you re still unhappy I ll really clean your clock so you can tell yourself you re still straight and you just got beaten into it. Or if you re sure ya like it we could skip the fightin and just take another shot at it. Whatta ya think?



Anyway you came back there and I didn t so if you really think you like it you could spend a little more time on my dick. If you want I ll walk you through it. You ought get more enjoyment out of it. I sure as hell should. Just putting your mouth on a cock ain t the whole story.



He s quit snivelling and gives me what I decide is a halfassed smile so I stop the truck whip the cap off his whiskey indulge in a major snort and hand it back to him. Take a belt kiddo. I slide the seat back and pull my fly open. My dick is as ready as it s ever been. C mon kid you owe me. I just saved your life you woulda froze to death out there. The cowboy takes a healthy drink sighs and sits back against my arm.



Listen he mutters. I want to do it alright. I like it okay it just drives me crazy when someone comes on to me in the pub or on the street. I feel like I ve got cocksucker written all over me and everybody can see it. I m just a regular guy and that s all I want to be. I can t help likin what I like and I don t know what the hell to do.



So what do you want to do now? I ask him. Whattaya think? he mumbles I m gonna suck your fuckin dick okay?



I slide my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. He looks at me funny and I think Oh Christ he s gonna weep some more But he doesn t. He leans closer and looking me straight in the eye runs nis knuckles over my moustache. I squeeze the back of his neck and wordlessly he slips down off the seat. Kneeling on the floorboards he takes a tentative lick at my dick. Then he puts his face in my crotch and rubs it all over my cock and balls. I think to myself Now we re getting somewhere. I reach down and waggle my dick around a bit till he gets his mouth on it.



Well if you re sure working on my dick is what you want to do that s great I tell him and I m gonna give you some pointers. But before you get started there s somethin else I crave. I like to kiss. Can you handle that? and I pull him off my dick and up to face me. He doesn t look too enthusiastic but I think -to hell with all this nicey nice. I want a goddam kiss. My hand on the back of his head I pull him forward till our lips touch and I m real suprised when he opens his mouth and gives me a bonafide smackeroo. Moustache to moustache lots of tongue and all the enthusiasm a man could want.



After this terrific kiss he leans back and smiles then comes back for another. I ve run my hand inside his jacket under his shirt and up his muscular back. My other hand pulls his fly open letting his cock out for a breath of air. I nuzzle his neck a bit then slide down to his cock. Looking up at him I say Pay attention now I m gonna show you one more time how I like it done. His cock is the kind I think of as a boxcar about four times as long as it is thick and it s nice and thick. Ropy too with pulsing veins with the smell you only get from a day or two of hard work. His knob is a nice continuation of the shaft same width and its foreskin is long and thick. Just long enough to cover it and square it off perfectly. He jumps when I drag my teeth along it s length but he doesn t say stop and I don t.



I open my mouth and breathe on it making it twitch. Pulling the foreskin back off the head of his cock I lick up the slimy precum that coats it. His hot prick is sweaty it smells real good and tastes even better. I swallow it all till my nose is deep in his wiry pubic hair. Since I m giving lessons I apply maximum suction all the way down and with a slurp all the way back up again. Reaching the knob I do my level best to suck it right off the shaft. Then I come up with another slurp and a smack of the lips I look up at him and say That s how you do it kid. Now give me a smile we re supposed to be havin fun here.



Okay okay he smiles I get it I get it! Do it a little more then I ll give you some.



In the truck you lose a bit of the visual aspect of cocksucking but pick up more on the smell and taste of hard flesh and when I get the whole length of his dick in my mouth and throat I m a happy man. I munch and suck and bite my way up and down his great dick. It doesn t take long to see he likes teeth and I lay em on with a vengeance and with nary a whimper from him. When I give his dick a rest and go to work on his now sloppy balls he loves it! In a minute or two he takes my head in both hands and pulls me up for another kiss. My face is drenched with saliva which he licks and kisses away like a pro. Hard to believe he was ever antsy about sucking dick.



Okay man my turn he says. I slide up on the seat while he slips back down onto the floorboards.



I always liked curly hair and particularly when I m looking down on a head that s doing duty below my belt. In this awkward position in the truck he seems to be comfortable on his knees and taking a grip on my dick he applies his lips to my knob and sucks hard. He looks up at me as if to say How s that? I run my fingers through his hair and tell him You re off to a great start there kiddo. -just keep it up.



He stays on my knob just sucking up the precum. I gently slide my hands behind his neck and slowly pull his head forward till he s got most of my dick in his mouth. He sighs but keeps his lips tight on it. I let him rest a minute then start working his head up and down it s length. He takes over and still sucking hard picks up a good rhythm. He s doing a fine job now and really seems to be getting into it. I spread my legs wider bring one leg up on the seat and slide my back against the door. This gives him plenty more room. He starts a wordless grunting each time my cock gets to the back of his mouth. I get a major charge out of the sounds of sex and think this is great. Grunt snort and slurp all you want I think to myself I love it.



So far he s had his hands on my knees but now he pushes up under my shirt and grips my waist with both hands. He s sucking strongly now doing a first class job compared to the tentative mumbling he was doing up by the tower. I unbutton my shirt and opening it run a hand over my nipples. Cowboy Mark catches on brings one hand up and pinches a nip. I catch my breath sharply and he pinches harder. I don t mind a little tit work but I want another kiss so I pull him off my dick and lean down. He takes my head in both hands and chomps all over my beard then takes long licks all over my face. I grab his head and aim his mouth at mine. He explores my mouth with an expertise I find amazing. The progression from nervous nelly beginner to this hot number is as hard to believe as it is enjoyable.



While we re kissing he takes my cock in his hand thumbing the knob for precum. I m a major producer and there s plenty there. Mark gives me a little lick on the nose and says Okay no more interruptions I got some more work to do here.



Right off I can tell he s got my message. He s now doing serious sucking and with the same enthusiasm he brings to kissing. He only comes off it to kiss the knob and when I suggest some teeth might be a good idea he nibbles around the knob and takes delicate bites down the shaft. When I tell him not to be so fucking gentle he swallows my dick to the root and does surprisingly serious bites all the way back up and back down again.



Now when he looks up at me I can see he s finally really got the picture and I can tell that if he didn t have a major mouthful he d be grinning from ear to ear. Sucking cock if that s what you want to do is great fun and when you really get into it extremely satisfying. Now that he knows how it should be done I can tell he s a happy cocksucker. When he gets his nose in my pubic hair he snorts and tries to get my dick down his throat. He gags but I give him points for trying. He s pulling so strongly on my dick now and he s got such a tight fistful of my nuts I can t hold back any longer.



I tell him to come up on my knob and suck it HARD. Just as I m coming I shove his head back yank my cock out of his mouth and spray hot gobs all over his face. He looks a little disappointed but he smiles so I lick it up and feed it to him with my tongue.



But as I pull him up into my arms for a satisfied kiss I m thinking Don t figure this is all she wrote kiddo I m not done with ya yet.


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