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Ex-Man @ LAX

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 08 Apr 1999 2 comments
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by Lone9Dragon@hotmail.com My flight into LA was delayed by 40 minutes and I was desperately horny to get to the hote, get to the window and beat off my fat hose, just to see if any other EX-MEN in LA were going to respond to my messages for a j/o partner. The room at the Embassy Suites was large, on the 3rd floor, with a small, private balcony. I wasn't in the room for more than a second and I had ripped off all my clothes and pulled on a skimpy pair of torn-up sweat shorts. I took a few tokes off a joint and started to really get into my big cock flopping behind the grey fabric of my slut shorts. My window drapes were pulled open and the reflection of my humpy body and me rubbing my roaring dick was totally hot. I grabbed a bottle of oil and greased up my cock and balls, rolling them around in my slick hands and stroking my thick, hard shaft and pulsing veins. I looked out the window into the parking lot, it was dead from up here, so I decided to pack my hardon into a pair of jeans and stroll the lot. I pulled on my jeans, stuffed my meat into the tight denim and pulled on a jacket. I was outside quickly, the cool night air made my nipples rock hard, just like my cock. I stroked my hard meat through my jeans, as I discreetly looked for any fellow EX-MEN . . . no luck (very disappointing for my hometown). I decided that a royal hand job was the order for the night. I got back up to my room, sharing the elevator with a young straight guy that "knew" I was up to something (with a bulge in my jeans the size of Cleveland!) I got back to my room and the fun began. I stripped and strolled out on to the balcony. My dick was long and fat, wet with pre-cum and anxious to spew a big load in a really hot way! The cool ocean air stroked my naked body as I began to pump my hose up into a throbbing, red, slick hardon! I twisted my hot tits and pulled on my greasy balls, bending at the knees to urge my load out of my swollen nuts. Then I saw the cop car entering the parking lot! I dashed inside, my heart pounding at the thought that they might be on to me. They drove by slowly, stopped at a car, snooped around and drove on out. All the while I stood in the dark of my room, beating my hard meat and pushing my orgasm to the edge. I grabbed a convenient rope and tied down my heavy nuts. My dick was dripping with cum now. I stepped out onto the balcony again and stuck my hardon through the iron railing, pushing my roped off balls up against the cold metal. Pinching my tits with my left and stroking my hard 9 inches with my right, my 200 pound frame began to heave; I knew I was going to CUMMM! A lot! I took three quick deep breaths and looking down at my huge, hard meat, shot a fat wad of hot cum off the balcony and down onto the car below. Again and again my cock spewed load from that balcony, hot airborne cream that landed on the unexpecting sedan below my balcony. My nuts were screaming to let loose with all of their load, so I unroped my fat juice-balls and beat at my hot hose until I shot a second wad that landed mostly on the balcony floor. At last my huge gun was drained. Panting for breath, I pulled back into the room and fell out on the bed, my drained wet dick slamming into my stomach. After a moment I looked out the window and saw the cop car cruising the lot, once again. I have always prided myself on good timing in all situations. OR were these the guys looking for a j/o contest. Now there's a fantasy! Keep on stroking everyone and e-mail me.