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When I Was 15 Part 2

ken was growing harder and harder. I was just laughing my head off. then he snapped. 'get out of my house. we aren't friends anymore. it's your fault my wrists and arm is broken...' I had never seen him so mad. a sudden rush of guilt came over me...he began to cry a little ' I can't even jackoff cause of you...' I felt so low. I apologized for everything and told him I would do anything to help him out....then I did the complete unexpected. I walked up to him, pushed him down on the bed and took his huge cock into my hands. I was hard as a rock too by this time. he let out a deep groan and I spit on his shaft and worked my hands up and down the length of it. he began to tense up his legs and I stopped stroking telling him to relax his prostate so he could last longer. I brought him to the edge a half dozen times, stopping short right before the point of no return. he was soon begging me (quite loudly..as he didn't care who heard him at this point) to finish him off. around the sixth wave of orgasm, I reached down and massaged to muscle behind the balls befor the anus...he yelled in complete ecstasy as I worked the head of his cock. he was completely out of control when he shot 2 long streams of hot cum into my face. he then proceeded to shoot what seemed to be gallons of cum onto the bed, his thigh, my hand, his belly, his pubes...just everywhere. he hadn't orgasmed in over 3 weeks, and he made up for it. I made a deal that I would come over everyday to jack him off but he had to return the favor when he was better. I even promised to stop whacking off until he was better...needless to say the first week after he got the casts removed...we spent at the lake in his boat house....jackin off....among other things (wink wink)...but that's another story


Posted on: 2006-09-06 00:00:00 | Author: