Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 19:28:10 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: My Roommate Mitch

	I have a large home, it's too big for just me so I rent out a
room. Not because I need the money but because I travel a lot and it helps
to have someone in the house when I'm gone. And the extra pocket money is
nice to have. I've had all types of people renting. Some worked out and
stayed awhile, others not. That's life. Some more memorable than
others. Like Mitch.

	He was referred by a friend of a friend of a friend. He moved here
a year or so ago and I figured there was a story there but I don't ask
because all I need to know is if they can pay the rent. Business is
business. He works construction and has the body for it, too. I guess you'd
call him brawny. Beefy, not overly muscled, and a developing beer-gut that
I somehow find attractive in some men. 0

	Even though I was attracted to him I didn't make a move on him. I
rarely do with my roommates. I have dallied once or twice but the
circumstances have to be right. It can make things very uncomfortable
afterwards. I figured just seeing Mitch around, maybe occasionally a
glimpse of him nude, or in a nice, tight pair of jockey shorts...well
anyway...

	It didn't take me long to find out what his favorite pastime
wasjacking off. Frequently, habitually, constantly. The room I rent out is
at the top of the stairs, mine is at the opposite end of the hall. One
night, shortly after Mitch moved in...

	I was on my way to bed and in passing his door I heard heavy
breathing and the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh. I didn't
think anyone was in there with him and since his door was open, and since
it is my house, I felt obligated to stop and make sure nothing was
wrong. There was just enough light for me to make out the outline of him
laying across the bed with his hand flying up and down as he fisted his
stiff cock. His other hand roamed his chest, pinching and twisting his
tits. His hips rocked as he pounded his engorged cock. His breathing became
more ragged. He started moaning, then mumbling. I hurriedly stepped back,
afraid he had seen me. But he didn't stop, the whispered undertones became
louder, clearer.

	"Oh yeah, gonna cum...yeah, oh yeah, gonna shoot my load, here it
comes...gonna cum, gonna cummmmm......." His hips lifted off the bed. He
grabbed his cock around the base, his balls squashed between his fingers
while he furiously jacked his dick. With a loud growl, he exploded. The
first fountain of spunk shot in the air, splattered on his belly-then
another thick stream shot up and splashed back against his racing fist,
coating his belching dick.

	I didn't see what happened next. My cock was hard and oozing in my
shorts. I could no longer ignore the pounding ache in my balls. I quietly
hurried to my room. I could barely get my jeans unbuttoned so I didn't even
bother with my shorts. I slid my hand under the leg band, gave my balls a
hard yank and shot a hot, juicy load of spunk into my jockeys.

	The next afternoon when I got home he was at it again. I could
almost hear him from downstairs. I saw him in the bathroom as I rounded the
top of the stairs. The door was ajar enough to see his reflection in the
mirror. I stepped back slightly, hoping it was dark enough for my
reflection to be hidden in the shadows. Hands tweaked his distended
nipples. His furry balls rested atop the counter, his thick cock-shaft,
about 71/2" from base to helmet-shaped cap, throbbed rhythmically. His
chest rose and fell as he breathed deeper and deeper, moaning louder and
louder. He leaned over, a long drooling rope of spit oozed from his pursed
lips and landed wetly onto his cock. It slowly trickled down the maze of
veins along his erection. His huge hand circled his rigid dick and started
stroking.  "Feels so good, jacking my meat. Mmm yeah, big fucking cock,
gonna shoot a hot load, fuck yeah. Gonna fucking cream..."

	Listening to him got me horny as hell. I'd only been watching for
about two minutes but I was ready to shoot with him. I had my hand in my
pants and was matching him stroke for stroke.

	"Here it goes," he threw back his head and yelled, "fuckin'
cumming......."

	I watched the first jet arc from his flared cock-head and splatter
the mirror. He continued pounding his dick, spraying his cum-load
everywhere-all over the sink, the counter. I had to cover my mouth when my
orgasm hit. I pumped my cock, spilling another load of sticky sperm into my
shorts. I quietly slipped back downstairs until I heard the shower running.

	Later that night he and I were watching T.V. He was sprawled out on
the couch. I studied his dozing form. His T-shirt slipped up his chest, a
hairy strip of his belly lay exposed. The dark mass of hair spiraled in a
tight diamond, pointing up toward the meaty slabs of his chest and
down-hidden under his sweatpants. I had been stealing furtive glances at
his crotch all evening, unable to get his horny prick out of my mind. His
weighty cock and heavy balls bounced and flopped, obviously unencumbered by
any shorts.

	My heart quickened when the soft mound of his shaft began to stir,
slowly, steadily stretching. He lazily began caressing the hardening pole,
eyes closed, apparently still dozing. His had squeezed his distended
cock-rod, the curved rim of the swollen head bulged. He caught me watching
him.

	"Hey, you don't mind if I jack-off, do you?" He asked with a smile.

	"No." Hell, what else could I say, except, "You don't mind if I
watch, do you?"

	He just smiled in reply and untied his sweats. He slowly lowered
them giving me a show. He slowly unveiled just the flanged cap. His dick
flexed, a tiny pearl of moisture spread at the tip. He sat up, wriggled out
of his sweats; hands caressing up his legs, his knees bending as his
fingertips grazed the inside of his thighs. He wrapped one hand around his
fat shaftgliding from the base up and down, the other hand roamed his body,
up under the T-shirt to his pecs, down across his belly, around his inner
thighs and finally settled on his balls. He rubbed the fuzzy mounds with
his palm, then held them firmly. Twisting, grinding, pulling. He seemed to
forget I was there. He started to speak very softly.

	"Shit that feels good. Jackin' my dick, yeah, gonna cum, oooohhh,
pump my fucking big hard dick. Shoot my cream all over..."

	He was worked up in a hurry. His fist flew up and down, faster and
faster. The panting and moaning accelerated.

	"Oh yeah, so close...gonna cum, gonna shoot my fuckin' load...shit
yeah...arghhh."

	He held his dick upright holding the base tightly in his fist as
the first geyser of spunk shoot straight up. But this time his load wasn't
as volcanic. After the first volley, instead of shooting wildly, it oozed
thickly as he pumped himself. His satiny cock-head was coated with
custardy-white spunk. His entire body quivered when he rubbed the sticky
fluid around the reddened glans. Soon his entire crotch was glistening with
a thin film of dick-cream. He sat up for a moment, gave me a sleepy look
and mumbled goodnight. I watched him lumber off to bed, still holding his
spent rod, and nearly lost my load just from the sight of his naked
ass. Those huge hairy orbsI wanted to smother my face in that tight crease.

	I had felt the constant trickle of pre-scum leaking out my dick for
awhile. I needed to get my rocks off. I hustled through the routine of
shutting up the house for the night and got ready for bed. I was brushing
my teeth when I noticed the crumpled towel atop the hamper. I picked it
up...damp... sticky. I smelled it. Jism. He hadn't bothered getting it wet
first, just wiped himself dry. My hard-on was raging again, begging for
release.

	I stripped and fell into bed. My hand circled my horny prick. I had
intended on a deliberate, long jerk-off session but I was too hot to take
my time. I stroked myself, feeling the orgasm building in my balls, racing
along my shaft. I held the cum-coated towel to my face and inhaled. The
sharp smell inflamed me. My whole body shook as my cock exploded. I felt
cum splatter my chest, pelting my stomach. I kept jerking my ravaged dick
long after I stopped shooting. Matching Mitch stroke for stroke in my
mind...and drifted off to sleep.

	Our schedules conflicted over the next few days. I came home late
one evening after an unsuccessful business dinner. My patience had been
maxed and I was testy, at best. There were remnants of a pizza and beer
dinner left on the kitchen table. I went to find Mitch to ask him, no tell
him, to clean up after himself and now! He was in the den. I stopped, open
mouthed, at the door. He sat on the couch, nude, watching a fuck-tape. He
looked up at me and smiled.

	"Wanna join me?"

	I looked first at the screen as a huge dark prick slid rhythmically
in and out a pair of mustached lips...then to where my humpy roommate sat,
his cock erect and throbbing against his gut. My mood improved quickly.

	I went up to my room, stripped and put on a bathrobe. I grabbed on
my cock-ring and tit-clamps, grabbed a towel and going through the kitchen,
a few beers. I handed him one and plopped down next to him. We watched in
silence. The momentum had increased in my absence. The big cock was
pounding faster and faster through the man's lips, pendulous nuts slapping
wetly against the chin. A hand reached from them, gripped tightly as the
cock hammered. The dick, shiny with spit, was pulled out, a hand stroked
it. The mustached cock-sucker sat waiting, tongue out, wagging, begging for
the burgeoning load. Close up of the bloating cock, the purpled head
expanding, piss-slit spread and cum splattering the expectant face. Streaks
of sperm dripped, a long strand lay across the tongue momentarily, then the
cocksucker swallowed, tongue lashed out, licking the shooting prick.

	A movement at my side caught my eye. Mitch with his hands at his
tits. I reached into the pocket of my robe and handed him the
tit-clamps. He looked at them, at me and at them again. I wasn't sure if he
knew what they were.  His eyes grew wide as I clamped first the left, then
the right tit. I pulled lightly on the chain. His head fell back, eyes
closed. His cock was quivering. Silvery pre-jizz dripped through the web of
hairs. He looked ready to cum. I slipped open my robe and slipped on my
cock-ring. We both settled back, watched both the film and each other jack
off.

	There was a man in a john, business suit, his hard cock standing
out of his unzipped fly. A long, uncut cock slid through the glory
hole. The man's teeth tugged and teased the loose skin. The shiny head
emerging through the folds, shaft lengthened under the ministrations of the
businessman. His lips surrounding the hardening meat, sucking in more and
more. Hand stroking himself as he sucks the swollen shaft. The businessman,
pants around his knees, shirt open, tie slung across his back, body
splatter by the spurting load of cock-cream, pounding his raging
hard-on. Closer and closer to shooting his wad.

	"I can't hold back,"Mitch pumped himself faster, up and down. His
breathing more ragged.  "Gotta fucking shoot, gotta cum, oh shit..."

	I pulled the chain connecting the tit-clamps. He screamed and his
dick exploded. He pumped and bucked, beating himself off. Three, four, five
thick spurts of cum splashed everywhere; his arms, chest, shoulder. The
spasms subsided, his balls drained. He caressed his spent meat, stroking
gently. Frosty-white sperm trickled in rivulets down his chest, mingled
with sweat. The potent aroma aroused me. I fondled my aching nuts and
watched the video. The businessman, stripped to his socks, mounted atop a
man who sat naked on the toilet. He bounced up and down, fucking himself on
the other guy's glistening dick, sliding in and out his ass. Hands
surrounded his throbbing cock, kneading the towering flesh-pole. A fat,
veiny cock is slipped through the glory hole. Lips devour the hard shaft,
he can't hold it in his mouth for long, the ass-pounding he's getting gets
rougher, more incessant. He is shoved to his knees. The man fucking him is
getting close, long steady strokes rapidly quicken. He pulls out. His
engorged fuck-meat slides along the hairy crack. He pulls the broad ass to
him, a torrent of cum covers the man's back. At the same time, the guy he's
been sucking is getting ready to shower his face with jism.

	I was ready to blast, too. Mitch was leaning close to me, watching
me pummel my balls.

	"Yeah, shoot it man, pump that hot, fucking cum, gimme your hot
scum-load." He was whispering close to my ear.

	I glanced down, he was hard, playing with himself again. I tugged
and pulled on my balls, my cock jerking back and forth across my belly, the
hairs tickling my tender glans, pushing closer to orgasm. I gave my nuts a
frenzied yank as I felt my climax approach. I went over the edge. My head
fell back, lips open in a silent scream when my dick spit and sputtered
uncontrollably as I came. Slowly, I caught my breath.

	"Jesus, you always cream like that?" Mitch asked me.

	I was aware of the wet, stickiness trickling down my neck, on my
arm, down my torso. I looked over at him and laughed. He had been leaning
near my ear when I came and a glob of spunk hit him on the cheek. He
scooped it up in his hand and used it to lube his shaft. He wiped my
stomach clean of most of my load and started beating off. His eyes never
wavered from the screen.

	A young blond lay on a bed, nude, jacking on a slender pale
cock. Eyes closed, fantasizing suddenly he's in a locker room, on a bench,
still bare-assed and stroking his cock. A man steps up, older, wearing a
jock-strap, a whistle hangs around his neck. Coach. The man covered the
throbbing mound of his jock. He watched the boy beat off. "You got a hot
load of boy-scum in those balls, kid? Yeah, pump that fucker!! The boys
eyes never left the bulging jock-strap. "You want it, boy? You wanna suck
your Coach's cock?  The long tube of his meat twisting under the tight
material, straightening up. He reached inside and pulled out his hairy
scrotum. He straddled the kid, slowly dropping his balls into the waiting
mouth. "Oh, yeah, lick those balls, baby, work that tongue all over...ohhh,
like that, yeah, c'mon, suck those hairy Coach balls.

	I glanced over at Mitch. He sat, absorbed in the hot action. He
smelled of sex. Sweat glistened in his hairy pits, pre-cum oozed out his
swollen cock-head. His fingers twisted the chain, pulling on the clips; his
tits red and distended.

	The tip of the coach's prick slipped out the top of the jock. The
mushroom shaped cap flared in excitement, the boy choking on the hairy sack
filling his mouth. The man moved back, the boy's mouth sliding up, tongue
traveling the line of the protruding vein along the fat shaft. He sucked
the massive dick through the pouch. This tongue slithered along the fleshy
glans, mouth trying to capture the succulent head. Suddenly it was out of
reach. The man towered above him. Slowly he pulled aside the strap. He
stood, his rigid dick standing out iron-stiff. He stepped forward, grabbing
the base of his shaft.

	"You want it, don't you boy? You wanna suck my big, hairy
coach-cock? Come on, baby. Open your throat and suck that cock, yeah...,
eat it. Make me cum." The boy choked on the monster prick.

	Mitch was ready to shoot his load. He fast forwarded through the
next few minutes until...  "Oh, yeah, here it comes, baby," The big man
started panting. "Gonna cum, eat it baby, fresh, hot, coach cummm......."
He held his spurting prick at the open mouth. Thick custardy spunk shot
into the kids mouth, along his extended tongue. He swallowed,
choked...There was a strangled cry next to me. Mitch's cock erupted. He
slumped back, exhausted, covered with another thick cum-load covering
him. I turned back to the video just as the blond pumped his cock dry,
showering the older man's back.

	I debated jacking off again. Beside me, Mitch was softly
snoring. Cock-cream pooled on his belly. Cautiously, I leaned over. I
dipped my tongue into a puddle, looked up at him. He didn't stir. His spent
prick lay nestled atop and abundant forest of dark pubic hair, a pearl of
cum seeped from the tip. I slipped my mouth around it, gently sucking until
my mouth was coated with his pungent fuck-cream. I quietly got up, savoring
the taste, my horny cock throbbing all the way up to my room.

	I was busy the next couple of days and didn't see Mitch until the
weekend. I'd been out with friends and came home late Friday night. I was
getting ready for bed when he came in to talk. I took of my jeans and...

	"Holy shit, Phil." Mitch said under his breath.

	Damn, I'd forgotten I was wearing the raunchy pair of shorts I'd
used as a cum rag. There were stains all over them.

	"Man, those are hot!"

	He cupped the pouch, my cock responded to his touch. I stood as he
massaged me to full erection. His dick was tenting his sweats. His hands
pulled at my balls through the cotton. I moaned in pleasure.

	"You like that, don't you? Your balls are real sensitive, aren't
they?" He asked me.

	I nodded in reply. "Yeah, real sensitive"

	"I tried jacking off the way you did, didn't feel right. Would you
show me how to do it?"

	I have my most intense orgasms just playing with my balls. I lay
the outside rigde of my thumb across the base of my prick, cup my balls in
my hand and rest my fingers along the ridge between my legs. I sort of roll
my hand around, pressing the base of my shaft and massaging the whole damn
package at once.

	He was naked in a flash, reclining on my bed, hand surrounding his
nuts. What could I do? I got on the bed and leaned over him. I tried adjust
his hand into the right position but he just wasn't getting it. His cock
was hard as steel and throbbing impatiently. I was close enough to smell
the aroma of his musky crotch. Pre-scum oozed in a constant stream.

	"Fuck it," he cried in frustration. "Why don't you just do it for
me?"

	He put his arms behind his head and thrust his crotch toward me. I
lay down next to him to get in a better position. I grabbed his balls the
way I would have done my own. Their heat astonished me. He started groaning
almost immediately.

	"Oh yeah, that's right. That feels so good. Play with my nuts, make
me cum."

	I rubbed and pulled harder. His hard-on slapped his belly loudly,
bouncing up and down. My head was close to his chest and I watched a
trickle of sweat drip from his hairy pit. I licked the salty fluid, my
tongue barely touching his skin. His groans filled the room.

	"Make my shoot, baby, jack my hairy balls. Wanna cum,
thick...hot... I'm cumming...."

	I leaned over and bit on a bullet-like nipple. He jumped, nearly
bucked off the bed, screamed and his dick belched. He squirmed his ass,
hips flying while I fought to hold onto his nuts at the same time his
dick-hose showered cum all over. I felt some of the hot-creamy fluid drip
down my cheek. I squeezed the swollen pole, drained the last of his load
from his balls. I sat back on my knees. I was panting as loud as he. I
wiped the moisture from my cheek, licked the cooling spunk from my
hand. Mitch smiled up at me. He bent towards me, hands on my thighs,
lowered his face to my crotch. He kissed the pouch of my shorts, slowly up
and down the length of my stiffness. His mouth opened wide, tried to
envelop both balls at once but couldn't. He pulled aside the leg hole,
sucked a testicle out. His mouth hot, wet, tight. His tongue routed further
and soon had both my balls in his mouth. He sucked them into his mouth,
pulling them roughly, then rolling them around with his tongue. He went
back to my shaft. He slurped and sucked through the cotton. His mouth
fastened on the cock-head while he gripped my balls tightly in his fist. I
rubbed against his sucking mouth.

	"Yes, oh god, yes!" I cried holding his head, pulling him
closer. "Take it, take my load."

	He yanked my balls just as I went over the edge. Awkwardly he got
my shorts down and swallowed my tender cock. He held his lips around my
spouting boner, suctioning out as much of my spunk as he could. He choked
as I lunged and buried myself to the root in his mouth, pumping my cum down
his throat. Finally he lay back, hands behind his head, smiled. His load
still covered him. I ran my hand along his stomach, rubbing in the cooled
juice. I reached up and massaged his pecs, tweaked his tit. In seconds he
was stiff. I wrapped a wet hand around his hard-on. I milked him and leaned
over to whisper in his ear...

	"You like that?  You like me stroking your big hairy, horse-cock? I
bet you got another load of man-cum in those fuzzy bull-nuts, don't you?" I
cupped them in my hand and squeezed for emphasis. "Yeah, big dick,
man. Oozing man-slime out your great big pisshole."

	My hand went further between his legs. I poked around the tight
pucker, up the sweaty crack.

	"Tell me what you want." I whispered.

	"Suck me. I want to you to suck me off. Slowly...wanna feed you my
swollen prick...along the roof of your mouth, rearing and bucking, in your
throat. I want to shoot my cream in your mouth. Running down your face."
His legs spread, knees bent.

	"I want to suck that long, fat monster of a cock. Suck it deep into
my throat." I told him. My finger had caressed around and around his sweat
moistened hole.

	"My ass now, " Mitch whimpered. "Your hot, wet mouth on my
ass. Your tongue inside me."

	"Say it again, " I egg him on. .

	"I want your tongue inside me, wet and twisting up inside my hot
ass. Yeah tongue fuck me!"

	I knelt over him; between his legs, pushing them apart. I kissed
across the globes of his butt. My tongue flicked up and down the hairy
crack before attacking the winking opening. He rocked back and forth, side
to side while I slurped the tight bud, it only took a few minutes before it
relaxed.

	"Oh yeah, eat my ass. Eat it, babe, fuck me with your tongue!
You're gonna make me cum, I'm getting close."

	I stopped my assault on his asshole and licked my way up between
his legs. I slurped on his hairy ball-bag, sucking one goose-egg sized nut
into my mouth at a time. I lay down at his side, my head in his lap. I had
his balls in the strangle hold I'd used earlier. I trapped just the fat,
velvet head of his prick in my mouth. I savored the taste of his dripping
scum. I sucked my way down his engorged fuck-pole. I moved my other hand
around his ass, a finger poised at the edge of his now gaping hole. I eased
my finger in.

	He growled and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, roughly
face-fucking me.

	"Take it, cock-sucker. I'm gonna cream down your throat! Ugh, drink
it!"

	His thickened pole filled my mouth. Jets of hot liquid sprayed the
back of my throat. I jammed a second finger up his ass. He flew off the bed
and his dick slipped from my mouth. I was rewarded with a face full of cum
before I got the spasming cock back into my mouth. I swallowed what seemed
like a never ending load of jism.

	My own hard-on was begging for release. I managed to get up and
straddled his thighs before I started cumming. I pumped my rod, spraying
him with my load before collapsing on top of him.

	He was gone when I got up the next morning. On the bathroom counter
there was a jock-strap with a note on it. Thanks for last night. Didn't
want to wake you this morning, but I couldn't wait. Put this on and think
of me. See you tonight, Mitch. It was damp. I smelled it. Shit, didn't that
fucker ever get enough? After the previous night, I didn't think I could
cum for another few days. I put it on. It wasn't long before I was swelling
against the wet pouch.

	I had some errands to run and tried not to think about him. But I
was still wearing the jock, and thoughts of the night before weren't for
from my mind. I got home and there was two messages from him on the
answering machine...

	"Hey, it's me. Just want you to know I was thinking about last
night and threw me a hard-on real fast. I got a thick, creamy scum-load
just aching in my balls. You're gonna be milking one big bull-dick
tonight."

	"Hi, me again. Where the hell are you? My dick's been half-hard all
morning and since it's lunch-time I thought you might wanna meet me and
chew on some hairy nuts and eat some hot, thick man-meat with a frothy
mouthful of cum for dessert! Shit, man, I got one hell of a rod-on right
now and I can feel the scum dripping all over my shorts! When I get home
you better be there ready to stretch those cock-sucking lips of your around
my big, hard dick or I'm gonna be pissed I didn't pump my balls dry right
now!!!"

	I was ready for him when he called again.

	"You get my messages?" He asked.

	"Loud and clear!" I replied.

	"You gonna suck my dick? "

	"Maybe." Just then I turned up the volume on the video I was
watching.

	Oh!! Shit, yeah, punk...ride my thick, hard, baby-maker...cause
you're my baby, aren't your? Ugh, I'm close...fucking
gonna...cummmm...shooting my jizz up your ass, kid. Fuck, milk that
bulldick! Yeah, keep sliding full length, just like that.

	Unngh, yes sir, please sir! Your fat dick feels so good. Oh
yeah...punching way up into me... making me fucking cum. Oh yeah, please
fuck my hot ass.

	"You jacking-off?" Mitch was breathing heavy.

	"Just getting ready for you."

	"Yeah, well first, before you get your rocks off I'm gonna make you
choke on my thick dong. Man my balls ache so bad and my dick's been leaking
all day my shorts wet. You better be waiting on your knees, cause I'm gonna
walk in and ram every fat, solid inch of my aching cock-meat down your
throat. I'm gonna fuck your face and feed you the hottest, thickest,
creamiest load of man-scum you drank in a long time! Then maybe I'll let
you jack your dick off, maybe!"

	"Bullshit!" I told him. "I think after I suck that horny cock of
yours I'll just flip you over and spread that big hairy butt of yours and
slip my tongue a few times across your tight asshole. You'd like that, huh?
When you're pounding your thick cock-rod in my mouth you just think about
me rimming your ass, sliding my tonuue up your tight chute! Yeah, that hot
ass of yours, you'll be begging me to fuck you in no time. I'll just slide
my stiff boner along that crack, maybe poke my cock-head in just to tease
you before I slam it to the hilt..."

	"Stop it man, shit. I gotta go." Mitch sounded too horny. "I'll be
home as soon as I can."

	I put down the phone, smiling. I figured he'd find some excuse to
leave early. I went downstairs to wait for him. He showed up twenty minutes
later. I was in the den, he walked in wearing just his shorts and a
tattered pair of jockeys. His cock, hard and solid, lay trapped along his
belly. He stood in front of me, legs on either side of mine. He pushed his
crotch toward my face. The smell was overpowering, sweat mixed with the
impatient drops of pre-cum seeping through the cotton. I could see his dark
cock-head through the wet material, the veins bulging along his swollen
shaft. He let out a long sigh when I finally fastened my mouth on the
protruding knob. But my tongue ached to feel the velvety hot skin of his
manhood. I pulled his shorts down and swallowed. He held my head and fed me
his shaft, slowly inch by inch, down to the hairy root. He slid in and out
only a few times before the inevitable happened.

	"Take it baby, I'm gonna shoot. Eat my load, baby, eat my fucking
cummmmmmmm......"

	He huge cock filled my mouth and I choked on the first blast. I
gripped the base of the spasming hose and held him just half-way in mouth
while he pumped his creamy jizzum. I gorged myself on the sweet-pungent
juice. He pulled away from me, gripped his still stiff member and rubbed
the slick cum-saliva coated shaft across my face. I attacked his balls,
raking my tongue across the sensitive skin, lapping the sweat bag. I licked
and sucked, nosing my way further between his legs. He swung a leg over as
I slipped beneath him. I played along the sensitive ridge between his legs,
inching further. He rested his chest on the arms of the sofa, ass high,
legs spread. I massaged the fleshy butt-cheeks. I nuzzled the furry crevice
before I began my assault on his hole.