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A Night With Mike

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by John Mike was without a doubt the most beautiful boy in the world. I'd first met him in college, where we took the same class twice a week. Since I first laid eyes on him, I wanted him more badly than I'd ever wanted anyone before. He had a sweet personality, but it was his looks that inspired sheer lust in me. He was just 20 years old, but he had such a boyish, youthful charm that he actually looked a few years younger. He wasn't conventionally butch or macho, despite sporting a permanent five-o-clock shadow on his fair-skinned jaw. He was fairly slightly built - around 5'7", with a slim torso and narrow, tapering waist. His hair was soft and black, worn in a boyish centre-parting, and his smile was adorable. But I sensed that beneath the sweet and innocent facade, an erotic monster was waiting to cut loose - I saw it in his free, sensual body language, the wild, hypnotic power in his gorgeous big blue eyes, and especially in the prominent bulge he tucked into his tight blue jeans. Often I would watch him move around college and gaze dreamily at the visible outline of his cock through those jeans. One night I got to see what Mike kept hidden. It was our college party and I was hoping Mike would turn up. He'd gotten himself a brand new motorcycle and I dreamt of him whisking me away on it. As it happens, he arrived late to the college hall, revving up on that sexy bike. When he came in the door I couldn't believe my luck: Mike was looking hotter and sexier than ever, with heavy stubble contrasting against his smooth features. He was dressed to kill, mean and rugged - he was wearing black cowboy boots, a skimpy white tee-shirt and, best of all, the sexiest leather biker pants ever. They were shiny and black, and so skintight that his bulging crotch was more visible than ever. The outline of his dick was clearly pressed up against the figure-hugging leather. Luckily, Mike and I got talking and found we had a lot in common. We discussed motorbikes and sport, and as we drank away at the college bar became more intimate. As the party drew to a close, I invited him back to my flat for "a few more drinks", hoping I would get to touch that precious bulge I couldn't keep my eyes off. Much to my delight, he agreed. Back home, we sat in the living-room watching TV and sipping away at a few beers. He'd parked his bike outside so I offered him to stay the night, which he accepted. As we sat closer together, I decided to push my luck. Without saying a single word, I rested my hand on his leather-clad thigh, and moved it onto his huge package - I caressed his overfull crotch, and his moaning sighs gave me all the encouragement I needed. He stared at me with his angelic baby-blue eyes and looked down at the hardening swell in his crotch. "C'mon, take it out", he pleaded quietly. With that, I roughly unbuckled his metal belt and undid the top button of his pants, sliding my hands over the shiny texture of leather. Then I unzipped the fly and pulled down his black briefs, and finally let his dick pop out. I couldn't believe it: Mike really had the biggest cock I've ever seen. It was at least 9 inches long, and the shaft was as thick and fat as a beer can! Blue veins pulsed all over it, and on top was a mushroom-shaped purple head that was already oozing precum. Mike's cockhead was monstrous, like an overgrown helmet. There he was - the innocent-looking young boy of my wet dreams, with his 9-inch tool sticking through the fly of his biker pants and high into the air! He desperately needed to shoot his load. "Touch it..." he groaned wildly - so I did. I took his throbbing schlong in my hand and began jacking it wildly, though he was so damn big I could hardly cup my hand around the shaft. Mike's cock was already well-lubed with precum, so he was making deliciously wet, sticky noises when I jerked it up and down. He was in ecstacy, moaning openly now as I slid my hand up and down his pole - a long journey from the chunky base up the engorged shaft and onto the volcanic purple head. I noticed his pretty blue eyes were rolling upwards as he started to cum, unleashing a primal howl from his throat. "Here it comes" he smiled sweetly, as he threw his head back and shot his load. I kept on jerking him furiously as endless spurts of thick, salty, creamy white spunk flooded out from his oversized piss-slit. Mike mostly sprayed his own leather pants, which I eagerly licked off afterwards. After that wonderful night, Mike and I kind of lost touch, but every time we passed each other in the college corridors, we were sure to give each other a cheeky smile.

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