Lay next to each other with the light on, for a bit, the covers half off, both of us on our back, inches apart I suppose. I stepped and knelt on the bed, almost touching, both of us tight and drawn, small round pouches, and our cocks, supremely erect, sticking up in front of us, between us, inches apart, his up past his belly button, mine not as long, not quite, not nearly, slight curves of sexual organ pointing up from our groins, both of our stems thick and rigid, mine thicker in the middle, shower sex gif his straight and long, rearing up from inside his body, both of us with large round bulbous smooth cock heads still hidden by soft foreskin. The light from the street allowed me to see him, his bare chest, his tight strong hairy chest, his tight white briefs, the large curved bulge of his turgid member, his hand on me, I looked down at his hand still covering my groin, pressing my own swollen member, holding me, massaging my throbbing cock through my underwear.
I felt a hand on my back, then suddenly underneath my pants, I felt his hand on my bare ass, holding it, gripping my soft smooth bum, stroking my cool skin, pulling me closer to him. He pulled, it bent under the material of his boxers, I saw hair, then skin, pale, then a thick rail of flesh, he pulled and it sprang free, his cock bounced up, fuck he looked big, his cock looked huge, long, thick, free.sex hard and smooth, his testicles large, full, held by the tight skin of his crinkled pouch, so tight, so high I could see the tops of his thighs, the swell of his buttocks, the shadowy cleft of his firm ass. I could feel his breath on my neck, his hair on my skin, his swollen cock bent down onto my cotton covered bum, the hard rod of his shaft pressing between the cheeks of my ass. He was whispering into my neck, his soft warm breath driving me crazy. My breath was ragged, I could hear his was the same
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> I didn’t move. I felt him, he didn’t stop moving, he didn’t stop kissing my neck, he continued to let me feel his sweet soft breath on my neck, and he squeezed my cock. I still didn’t move. He moved his fingers over it, fuck, over my cock, I was hard, I really was so fucking hard I couldn’t move or tell him to stop, his cock pressing against me, my cock, still in my pants, but being stroked by him, I had an erect penis which was being touched by another man. I did, I held my rigid stem and started to masturbate, looking at his erect penis as I did, looking at him looking, at me, at my hand, as I moved up and down, showing, exposing my tender swollen tip, the lips of my opening, I watched him do the same, he held his cock and moved his soft skin over his long shaft, longer, god, I watched him grip and stroke himself, longer thicker, I stared at his stiff penis as I rubbed mine, our glistening bulbs almost touching, then touching, he moved himself forward and stroked the slippery tip of his prick against mine, I let him, I didn’t move away
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> And, well, I didn’t move. He knelt up and took hold of his pants, at the waist as well, and pulled without waiting, looking at me, at my groin, up to my eyes, I watched him strip naked, I watched him pull down his underwear and expose his erect penis, fuck, I watched, suddenly frozen, as he revealed his prick, his dark thick pubic hair, his tight balls, but his cock, fuck, I saw another man’s erect penis again, how many times was this? His chest and belly thick with dark hair, compared to me, smoother, paler. I looked at his tight toned chest, the covering of thick hair, his belly, the outline of his dick. I could see its shape, its long stem, I looked at the soft length of him, the outline of his glans. I didn’t. He carried on, he touched my arm, my back, my neck, then my side, the side of my abdomen, and he shifted closer still, and, I felt it, against my ass, I felt his cock, pressing into me, suddenly I did feel like some wedding night virgin, he was stroking my bare back and his cock was hard, he wasn’t pushing, or thrusting, or forcing it at all, he had barely moved his hips to be closer, but I could feel the solid length of his stiff cock touching me, I imagined it getting stiff, growing, pushing out to touch against me, to press against me
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> Shocked as well I stood there like an idiot. Plan things so that they are certain to happen, and everything will work like clockwork! It doesn’t necessarily seem irresistible, but I found that many of the men on the website are looking for honesty and candidness. I am educated and have a well-paying job, so it doesn’t really matter to me how much I give, or don’t give, my sister. He may have persuaded me to share the bed, I probably would have gone to sleep on the sofa. We got back, may have had a drink when we got there, but more or less got ready for bed. We both got into bed. One of us could take his bed. I sat up, faced him, slid off the bed and stood on the wooden floor and grabbed at my underwear, I hooked my fingers underneath the waist and tugged with clumsy fingers, pulled, but found myself hesitating, not wanting to be the first to strip, I watched him lying on his back, looking at me, the same thick arch of swollen straining cock. I kicked my underwear off and stood in front of him, my legs slightly apart, letting him look, savouring the caresses of his gaze, he stared at me, at my exposed erection, at my balls, drawn up, drawn in, up, he knelt up in the bed, I stood, we faced each other, naked, both of us now naked, and looked, stopped to look at the other, I looked at his long thick hard cock as he looked at mine
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