That's My Shirt

We were living in the Caribbean, and would hang our clothes out on a line to dry (no dryer). One time, I noticed that my designer t-shirt and a pair of underwear were missing from the line. A few days later, I saw this guy, who was a little taller than me, walking down the road in front of our house, wearing the t-shirt. I went up to him and told him that was my shirt. He looked surprised, but guilty, and said he would wash it and return it. I asked him where he lived and I started walking with him in that direction.

I was already trying to picture him naked in my mind, because he looked very interesting. Close to our house is a small river, which was out of view of the surroundings. He indicated that he had to cross the river. I told him to wait, and took him off the path into a clearing surrounded by bush. I told him that I also had underwear missing off the line. He gave me a look that let me know that he knew what I wanted. He just shrugged. I told him that I needed to see if he was wearing my underwear.

He started to open his pants, but I told him that first, I wanted him to take off my shirt. He took it off, revealing a very fit and trim body, dark brown. I nodded, and he proceeded to open his pants and drop them to his ankles. He was, in fact, wearing my underwear, and I could see a substantial bulge in them. I was pretty sure that this guy was getting aroused from the idea of my wanting to look at him. I told him to take off my underwear. He gave me a little smirk and took them off and handed them to me. His uncut penis was springing out a little, but not fully erect.

I then told him that I wanted to play with his big penis, and if he let me jack him off, I would let him keep the underwear and the shirt. He shrugged and stood there with his hands on his waist.

I reached out and felt him up. He already had that heavy feel, but as I felt him up he was quickly becoming harder, and in a matter of seconds was fully erect. I pulled back on his foreskin, revealing his gleaming head. I then went to work on him, stroking the foreskin up and back with one hand, playing with his balls with my other hand. I estimated that he was eight or nine inches long, when fully erect, and was definitely a handful. I then asked him to show me how he does it, and he obliged, stroking himself while I watched. Then I took over again, wanting to see him shoot his wad, but also wanting to keep his dick in my hand longer. Then I felt him tense and get extra hard and I knew he was about to come. He shot several spurts a good distance, a scene that I wished I could have captured on video.

I told him that was very exciting, and that now I was very hard. I told him he didn't have to do anything else, and he was free to keep the clothes, but if he was willing, I could be happy it he would do mine for me. He smiled and nodded, and so I took off my pants and underwear and offered him my six and a half inch very hard cock. He took it with experienced hands. I think I only lasted a minute and then I had this incredibly intense orgasm and was shooting like a teenager.

We washed our hands in the river, got dressed and shook hands. I asked him if we were cool. He said we were. I told him to enjoy the shirt, and then I felt him up one more time in his pants because I just couldn't resist.

He laughed and went on his way.