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JACKING OFF WITH THE GUY NEXT DOOR

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by Dan I just got back from a two-week vacation on Kauai. I stayed at the home of a good woman friend of mine in the town of Hanapepe. The house is raised up on wood and cement stilts like many of the houses on Kauai. All around her house and the homes of her neighbors there is green -- banana plants, plumeria, flowers and vines and trees of every shade of green and many with wonderful scents. It's like being in paradise. Her neighbors, she told me, were really nice people: a mom and dad and their son and daughter. They also owned 2 orange cats that would come to my friend's house every evening begging for scraps and some affection. I'm a sucker for cats, so I would feed and pet them every evening and eventually what seemed like all day long. As a result, when I was at the house I spent a fair amount of time outside on the deck chilling with the cats. The side of the deck is open and without screening and it was beyond this portion that I was told the cats could not come. This meant that I could see all the comings and goings of the neighbors, about 25 feet away. I didn't see much of them, sometimes the mom but mostly the dad who has an appliance repair shop in the garage of their house. One day when I got home from the beach I saw that the dad and a young blond guy were wrestling with a double freezer, trying to get it into the shop. As I walked up the steps to the deck I glanced at the blond guy. What caught my eye were his very tan and very hairy legs and bare feet. I'm a sucker for hairy legs and his were great -- blonde hair turned gold from all the sun made his legs look like a golden blur. All he had on was a pair of baggy surf shorts and as his back was to me all I could get a quick glimpse of -- besides those legs! -- was a broad, tan back and broad shoulders, topped by a mop of sun-bleached blond hair. at dinner that night I asked my friend who the blond guy was. She said, "Does he look like a surfer dude? Blond? Shorts? No shirt?" When I said yes, she told me that that was Kyle, the neighbor's son. I was truly surprised when she told me he had just graduated high school and that he'd turned 18 in June; my friend had gone to his birthday party. I had him pegged for at least 22. He was working part time for his dad this summer. She said he was a nice kid but kind of spacey. All he really wanted to do was surf but he was also working nights as a waiter at one of the island's big hotels. What with working for his dad during the day and his waiting tables at night, he didn't get much surf time in. Several days went by before I saw him again. I had just come home from another long, hard day at the beach and as I turned to walk up our drive I saw him washing his jeep. It couldn't have worked out better because the drive was about 100 feet long so I got plenty of time to check him out. He looked awesome. First off, it was his shorts. Or rather the way he was wearing them, or more precisely, not wearing them. The waist of his shorts was riding on the bottom portion of his narrow hips, exposing a good 2 or 3 inches of his butt crack. No underwear. When he turned round you could just see his trail of glory running into the very beginning of his pubes. I got an immediate boner. As I walked up to the steps of the house he glanced over at me, said "Hi!" and gave me a wave. I said hello back and went upstairs. I quickly changed out of my swim trunks and put on a pair of baggy shorts to hide my hard dick. Then I got some scraps of food from last night's leftovers out of the fridge and went back outside onto the deck to feed the cats who were already waiting for me. I sat down and began to play with the 2 cats, all the while watching Kyle from behind my shades. He was now washing the windshield, leaning over the hood of the jeep and stretching out his arm towards the opposite side of the window. When he'd lean forward over the hood his ass was pushed out towards me. This was quite a show. I couldn't understand how he kept his shorts from falling to his ankles, they were riding that low on his slender, golden hips. No tan line, by the way. When he was done with that side of the windshield he walked around to the other side and repeated the same movements. We were now facing each other and I could see his armpits as he wiped the windshield. His pit hair was matted and slick with sweat, and his muscular chest was dripping with sweat, too. He stood up straight and walked to the front of the jeep. Then he just stood there, almost posed, and just stared at the jeep as if lost in thought. At last I had my chance to see him at ease and in all his 18-year-old glory. He was about 6' tall, slim but well-muscled, tan all over. His nipples were lusciously wide and brownish pink , smooth chest with hairy forearms. His wavy mop of blond hair kept falling into his eyes and he would toss his head back to clear his vision. I called out to him, "Do these cats belong you to guys?" He turned to face me and smiled as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, a move that pushed his shorts even further down his hips. The top fringe of his pubes were now very clearly visible. "Yeah, sort of," he called back. He walked a few feet closer to the deck and looked up at me, squinting a bit as the afternoon sun filled his blue eyes. "The older one used to live with the guy next door, but the cat sort of adopted us. The other one might be his son cuz they have the same markings and we found him in our garage when he was just a kitten." He smiled up at me and I had to laugh. First off, he pronounced the word kitten "kit-ten", making both t's hard. This has always sort of bugged me, but coming from him it just made him seem a little bit dopey and more adorable. I finally got a good chance to see his face fairly close-up for more than a glimpse. All-in-all, he looked like a much more attractive version of Elijah Wood, but taller and way more buff. The weight of his hands in his pockets was now forcing a good inch of his pubes to be openly shown. I laughed and said, "Nice shorts!" He looked up at me and continued the same smile, clearly not understanding what I meant. "You ride them a little low there, huh,?" I said. "Oh, yeah, I guess," he replied, laughing and looking down at his waist. "Yeah, it's just the way we like to wear them, I guess. And I like the way they feel." "And look," I said. He glanced back up at me and laughed sort of embarrassedly. "Yeah, I guess so." He continued to stare up at me, his smile broadening. Not knowing what else to say, he seemed to get a little awkward, so he inhaled and let out a slow, deep sigh as he pulled one hand out of his pocket and rubbed his sweaty chest with it. The hand still in his pocket now pushed the waist of his shorts well below his hip bone, revealing even more of his dark gold pubic hair. "So where are you from?," he asked me as he absently rubbed his fingertips lightly over his chest and flat stomach. "California," I replied, trying to remember what he had just asked me. I couldn't believe how fucking unconsciously provocative this kid was. "Oh, I know lots of people in Cali, well, northern Cali," he responded. We talked for a while longer, and he told me that he knew lots of surfers from the Santa Cruz area of California. I asked him lots of questions about his surfing and he told me quite a bit about himself. He wanted to become a professional surfer and apparently was well on his way towards getting there. He told me how many amateur competitions he had won without any hint of bragging, just listing off his accomplishments. "Wow, sounds like you're really good," I said. "Yeah," he responded, "I am!" As he said this he pulled his other hand out of his pocket and placed both hands behind his hips on the small of his back. He looked like a kid standing there, smiling and friendly as hell. He hiked up his shorts which promptly fell to just below his hips, then said, "Well, I guess I better finish up. Some of my buddies are gonna be here in a few minutes and we're gonna go out to Polihale." "Nice," I said, staring hard at him through my shades. "Hey, if you want to you could come out with us sometime and you can see me surf!" "Uh, sure, maybe sometime, ok," I said, trying to sound casual. "Cool! Well, ok, I'll see you later then." And with that he went back to detailing his jeep. As he turned to move towards the jeep, I saw him tug on his balls and readjust his dick. He glanced back up in my direction with a sheepish grin on his face and saw me staring at him. "I'm so hot!," he called up to me by way of explaining why he was grabbing at his crotch. I wanted to say, "You sure as fuck are!," but I resisted the urge and only smiled back. "I get sticky and sweaty so easy," he said. I was just about to leap off the deck and wrestle him to the ground, so I told him I'd see him later and went back inside to take a cold shower. By great good fortune, the window at the head of my bed looked out onto this same view I had from the deck, so when I got out of the shower I glanced out the window to see what was going on. I could hear several young male voices and I knew that his friends must have arrived while I was in the shower. Sure enough, there were now 4 dudes plus Kyle hanging around his jeep, drinking beers. Two of them were on their cell phones. All of these guys were dressed similarly to Kyle, naked except for butt-crack-revealing surf shorts and sandals. They were all pretty hot, but Kyle had the edge on them. The guy he seemed to talk to most was also pretty damn hot, a few inches shorter than Kyle, but more muscled and with a shaved head. One of the boys was taller and skinny with that young adolescent body that clearly said he was not yet through growing. All arms and legs with a tummy like a little boy's. Another one had dark brown hair and looked to be native and the last guy had curly light brown hair and a little teenage boy goatee action going on. While I watched from the safety of my window I saw Kyle talk with his shaved head buddy then motion over to the deck and glance up at it. Obviously he was telling the dude about meeting me and maybe telling him that he had invited me to go watch them surf sometime. The shaved head dude nodded in agreement and they called out to the others in words I couldn't hear. They all responded in the affirmative, so I knew that I was on to go watch them surf sometime. The next day I slept in late cuz I had been up late partying and woke up feeling lazy and horny as fuck. My friend had already left for work, so I had the house to myself. At first I thought I would have a nice, slow jerk off session, but then I figured I'd probably go back to sleep if I did that and I wanted to get out and do some stuff today. I got up and poured myself a cup of coffee and took it out onto the deck to drink it and try clear my head some. It was already past 11 a.m. I was happy to see that Kyle was outside by himself struggling with a stove trying to get it into his dad's shop. He was already drenched in sweat and the back of his baggy shorts was dark and wet all along his ass crack. That was all I needed to see, and I was ramrod hard, just aching to shoot a "good morning!" load. I watched him work while I sipped my coffee and ate a banana for breakfast. I vaguely deep throated the smooth white flesh of it as I watched Kyle, dreaming about the banana being his hard teenage cock sliding down my throat. I shook myself out of this reverie when I saw him look around to make sure no one could see him. When he was satisfied that no one was watching, he leaned against the stove that he had been able to wrestle into the shade of the carport. He took a deep breath and threw his head back with his eyes closed, then slowly exhaled. His hands came up to his head and he ran them through his sweaty blond hair, pushing it back and away from his face. He looked over his shoulder one more time, making sure that no one was coming down the drive, then he slid both hands down inside his shorts, almost up to his elbows. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My coffee cup was frozen half way to my mouth. He obviously had his cock sandwiched between his forearms and was rolling his hips slowly up and down them. I was wild with lust for this dude by now, especially since what he was doing is also one of my favorite ways to get started on a good jerk. After several moments of this he pulled one arm out of his shorts and examined it closely, looking at how much pre-cum he had smeared up and down his forearm. I tried to cram my stiff cock down inside my shorts, readjusted my grip on my coffee cup, and opened the door leading out onto the steps. When he heard the door open he quickly jerked his other hand out of his shorts and tried to readjust his junk fast before anybody could see what he had been doing. "Hey, Kyle!" I called out to him. He looked up at me and laughed nervously and said, "Hi!" a little too forcefully. "What'cha up to?" I asked him, sympathizing with him over being interrupted but too horny to care. "Aw, not too much," he said. "Pretty fuckin hot / already, huh?" I said, making sure to use some cuss words and insinuation. "Yeah it's gonna be like this all day, I think," he replied, turning his back to me and pretending to examine the stove. I knew that he was trying desperately to make his dick go soft, which also meant that his shorts must be tenting like mad. Mine were showing a long, fat bulge poking the fabric out into a point. Precum was starting to darken the khaki fabric but I didn't give a shit. I wanted this dude to know that I was hard and horny, too. So I walked out into the light where he could see me better and just stood there stroking my chest with one hand while I drank coffee from the cup I held in the other. He looked over his shoulder at me when he heard me come further out onto the porch and I knew that he couldn't help but notice the damp spot and the tentpole I was now displaying. He was staring at me and he began to blush a deep scarlet. He didn't look away; in fact, he turned himself a little towards me so he could see better. I decided now was a good time to break the tension. "Need a hand with that stove?" I asked. He walked a few steps towards me. "Um, well�sure, if you don't mind," he said. "No problem, dude. Looks like you could use a little help, anyway." He laughed and said, "So do you!" as I came down the steps towards him. "What?," I asked him innocently. He chuckled softly and said, "Uh, boner much?" I chuckled too and said, "I always fuckin sport wood in the morning, dude. Sorry." He just grinned and said, "No problem, dude." When I got to his side I could smell his sweat even stronger than my own. Awesome! I said, "Damn, I stink like a fuckin horse!" as I raised an arm and gave my pit a quick sniff. He laughed and said he only wore deodorant when he had to work at the restaurant. I asked him where he wanted to put it (meaning the stove). "In the shop would be good," he said and we grabbed the stove and walked it into the cool shadows of his dad's shop. "You home alone today?" I asked him as we struggled. "My mom's inside lying down," he answered, "and my dad is at the store." "Nice," was all I said in reply. I noticed that his eyes looked red and he had a dazed and glazed expression on his face. I also knew that lots of the local young guys on the island smoked lots of weed and figured that he was stoned. I laughed and shook my head a bit and he looked at me quizzically. "Aw, man, you're wasted, aren't you?" I asked him, like I was jealous. He blushed again and laughed some before he nodded and said, "Hell yeah I am!" We giggled like two kids and again all I said was, "Nice!" "Do you smoke out, dude?" he asked me. When I told him yes he asked me if I wanted to burn one. When I told him sure he reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a plastic baggy with an inch or less of weed in it and a pack of rolling papers. As we continued to talk he rolled a joint fast and expertly. When he was done he offered it to me but I motioned for him to light it and said "Go for it." He lit it up and inhaled deeply on the joint then passed it over to me. I put the joint between my lips, damp with his spit, and drew deeply on it, feeling the smoke fill my lungs and holding it in for a while before exhaling it. He had hopped up onto the stove while I toked and was now sitting on it, legs spread. The bottoms of his feet were dirty from the red dirt and dust that colors the entire island of kauai and for some reason that made me even hornier and bolder, so I leaned against the side of the stove and handed the joint back to him. He took it and inhaled; while he was doing this I casually leaned closer into him and let my thigh brush against his hairy leg. He didn't move his leg away so I leaned into him some more, now letting my bare arm lean against his. He exhaled and passed me the joint, then leaned back against the stove. He was watching my face as I took the joint and inhaled. I locked my gaze with his. "Good stuff," I rasped out, holding the smoke in and then exhaling it. "You ever heard of super-charging or is that a thing of the past?," I asked him. He didn't know what that was so I explained it to him. Basically, you put the lit end of the joint into your mouth and the other person puts their lips up close to the other end. You then blow out and the smoke rushes out the other end and the other person inhales deeply from the smoke jet. He said he'd never done it but it sounded cool. I repositioned myself so that I was standing between his legs facing him. He scooted forward on the stove and leaned down so that he could suck in the smoke I was about to blow into his lungs. As he moved forward I purposely glanced down at his crotch. I looked back up into his eyes and smiled before I put the hot end of the joint in my mouth. His face was only inches away from mine now, close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my face, close enough to lean infinitesimally closer and kiss his full lips. He smiled back and then I started to blow out the smoke jet. He puckered his lips and inhaled deeply as I blew; I wondered how similarly his tight butthole would look, puckered and moist and waiting. When his lungs were full he reached for the joint and carefully took it from my mouth. I waited for him to exhale and then leaned forward so he could do the same trick on me. He was acting like he was afraid he was going to burn his tongue but he stuck the lit end into his mouth with no problem and leaned forward so I could suck in the smoke. To give himself better aim and leverage, he reached up and put one hand behind my head, holding it in position for the weed smoke. I could smell his underarms, see the slicked down golden hair matted with his scent. I put my hands on the stove's edge, right where his crotch was and as I inhaled I let my hands creep forward a bit. I felt him move forward a tad so that his crotch was now pressed against my hands. I could feel the hardness of his cock and I moved my hand lightly back and forth a few times. He leaned his head back and groaned as I reached up to take the joint from him. I took one more toke then handed it back and he did the same. As I stepped on the stub of the joint, I took a step backward. When I glanced up at him I saw that he looked so fucking stoned and relaxed. He smiled at me, then stretched himself like a cat while he still sat on the stove. "Thanks, that was good weed," I said. He just nodded and seemed to be staring through me. He focused somewhere around my shoulder, then smiled and jumped down from the stove. "You married?" he asked me. "Nope," I answered. "Girlfriend?," he continued. "Nope," I responded. "So are you gay or what?," he continued. "I like hooking up with guys sometimes," I said. "Cool, uh-huh" he responded, smiling his stoned, faraway smile. He was leaning against the stove now, one hand bracing himself on the stove top, the other hand shoved into his shorts pocket, obviously yet absently fiddling with his dick. I was amazed by how unselfconscious this kid was, completely comfortable with his body and being close to naked with a stranger. "It's a nice thing to be able to jack off with a buddy and not have to get all freaked out about it," he said in a low voice, as if he wanted to make sure nobody could hear him. I smiled at him and nodded. "Sure is," I said. "Every guy jerks off. And it feels really masculine to do it with another guy," I prompted. "Yeah," he said, smiling and glassy-eyed. I stood there watching him and waiting for him to say something. His hand was really busy in his pocket and I started to laugh a little bit because he was doing it so unconsciously. I don't know if he even knew I was there anymore. The sound of my laughter seemed to break his spell, because he refocused his eyes and looked at me with a question on his face. "What?," he asked me, sort of a combination of "what did you just say" and "what are you laughing about?" "What?," I answered right back, knowing this would confuse him slightly. "What did you say?," he asked me. "I said it feels so totally masculine to jerk off with another guy," I answered. He didn't say anything again, just increased the speed of his hand in his pocket as he stared at me with a slack-jawed smile twitching the corners of his mouth. "What are you playing with there?," I teased him. "Sorry dude, I'm just so fucking horny from the weed, man," he answered. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Me, too. Why don't you take it out and get yourself more comfortable, if you want?," I told him, hoping that he'd be secure enough to go for it. I began to grab and rub my own hard cock through my shorts for a bit, then mimicked his arms-shoved-down-my-shorts movements from earlier. I wanted to let him know that I had seen what he was doing without actually saying it. He watched me as I slid my hard, wet dick between the smooth insides of my hairy forearms, and his eyes looked even shinier and more excited than before. "Oh, yeah, wow�," he nearly giggled as he continued playing pocket pool. I figured maybe he'd play follow-the-leader if I opened my shorts up first, so I did. I was mid-way through unzipping when he pulled his hand out of his pocket and shoved his shorts down to his knees without bothering or needing to open them up. His cock appeared all at once and my mind was spinning from the weed and from lust. It was beautiful, just like the rest of him. A thick, veiny, uncut 7 inch-long cock, all in it's natural, untrimmed environment! His crotch was hairy and lush with dark blond golden hair. His foreskin was long and fairly loose and it completely covered the fat, shiny, reddish-purple head when he upstroked it. His big, hairy, horse nuts were hanging low and jumped up and down in their sack under his fist. His pubes were lush and sweaty, all wiry and golden, spreading away from the root of his cock across his lower stomach and thinning dramatically into his amazing trail of glory. His balls were also covered in this golden fur and I could see drops of precum caught in his pubes and the hair of his upper thighs, glistening like dew drops on the morning grass. I could smell his crotch, a heady aroma of sweat, balls, and sexual excitement. He spread his legs a little so his shorts would stay up around his knees, but I told him, "You know that would feel so much better if you just stepped out of those shorts, Kyle." "Yeah, I know�," he rasped, breath ragged and panting a bit. "Are you OK with that?," he said softly, breathy words bouncing out of his mouth in the same rhythm as his pumping fist. "For sure, dude," I answered, and as he let his shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them, I did the same. We were both now buck naked in his dad's shop, jacking off like two fiends, making the place stink like a locker room. I was delirious. He leaned his whole weight against the broken stove now, and I was directly across from him, watching every move he made. He'd close his eyes and then after a bit spring them open in what looked like surprise. The first few times he did this I thought he was going to shoot, but I guess it was just the excitement and intensity of what he was feeling. After the startled look he'd frown a bit while he watched his hard dick piston in and out of his hand. He watched me going at it for a while, then closed his eyes again and increased his jacking speed. I wanted to see his ass so bad, but I didn't want to break this energy by talking any more than was necessary. I could feel the cum start to boil in my nuts and I knew I'd be shooting very soon. I took my hand off my cock and moved over to him. He looked at me blankly, just one thought in his head, oblivious to pretty much everything else. "I need to lean against something, too," I said, and he nodded as he stepped to his left to give me some room next to him. This was perfect, because I stroke with my left hand; Kyle was stroking with his right. This way, our arms brushed against each other's as we jerked off, and the skin contact was making him hornier and more amped with every stroke. He felt electric. I leaned my left leg against his right, and he pressed his hairy calf against mine, then rubbed his dirty foot up my leg a little ways. It was almost automatic, as though his body was calling the shots, not his mind. It was totally hot. I couldn't decide what to look at, his dick or his face as he jacked off. So I went from one to the other. He blew out a stream of air and stopped jerking, forcing his hands to leave his cock alone for a second. I kept going and asked him why he stopped. "I'm almost there, dude, it feels so good it almost hurts." We laughed breathlessly for a moment, but when he moved to resume his stroking, I reached over first and gave his cock a stroke or two. He let me do it, but I could feel his body tense a bit. He relaxed and thrust his hips out a little and began to really fuck my fist. All of a sudden, he said, "I have a girlfriend," not missing a beat. This made me want to laugh so badly but I knew I couldn't, so all I said was "I bet she's hot," as I jerked him off a little bit more. It was very sweet and goofy. He started to make soft grunting noises so I let go of his dick so he could finish himself off. His eyes flew open and he looked at me with a flash of anger because I had stopped when he wanted to cum. But then he smiled and his hand picked up where I left off. He leaned his shoulder against mine as he increased his speed. I was almost there too, so I said, "I'm gonna blow soon." This was all he needed to hear I guess, because as soon as I said it, he gave a little squeal and stood up straight and turned his body to face mine, his fist a blur as he made the turn into home stretch. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah�" he was chanting in a whisper to himself; I knew that that was probably what he said to himself when he was in bed at night jacking off by himself, and those words pushed me over the edge. "I'm gonna nut!," I said through clenched teeth. I threw my head back, eyes clenched, mouth opened, and blast out the first hot jet. I opened my eyes to see myself shoot and pumped out 2 more spurts before starting on the smaller spurts and ending with some good thick drops left to fling off my cock head. Kyle was gasping and whimpering while I was shooting and now he said in a trembling murmur, "Oh fuck, christ, here it comes�" His eyes were wide as saucers in a face that looked dazed, awed, and uncomprehending all at once. I love watching other guys jack off because I love the variety our bodies have to orgasm. Rather than instinctively arching backwards like I do, Kyle sort of bent forward, almost like he was having bad stomach cramps, and stumbled a few steps closer to me. As he did, I saw a thick, white bolt fire out of his cock and splash against his chin and chest. He straightened up a little and out shot another gusher that slammed onto my right shin, some of it dropping onto the top of my right foot. The next one splashed onto my right hip and thigh. His face was scrunched up in what looked like pain and delirious pleasure, and he blast out one more rope onto the floor before the final little spurts. He collapsed back onto the stove, chest heaving and breathing like he had just run a race. I was still milking my dick slow and tenderly, making sure every drop was out. He looked up at me with a huge shit-eating grin on his face, then laughed and shook his head like he was trying to come back to earth. "Wow!," he yelled, then bust out laughing again. He turned around to look for a rag but didn't see anything handy, so he bent over to pick up his shorts. I finally got to see his ass! All I'll say is "nice!" I was expecting it to be super hairy which is NOT a turn-on for me, but I was surprised and really happy to see that there was only a light dusting of golden fuzz on the cheeks; but his ass crack and his hole were nicely hairy and moist looking. I was starting to get hard again, so I bent over to get my shorts on, too. When I looked up, he was standing there with his hands on his hips and smiling at me in a relaxed, not weirded-out at all way. "I gotta go take a shower!," I said, laughing and going "ewwwwww!" over the big sloppy amounts of his cum that I had plastered on me from my hip to my foot. We laughed and he said, "Sorry, dude, you just got in the way! " We both cracked up about it, but I told him, "Nah, it feels awesome to feel a dude's cum hit your body. It's hot and sexy and super masculine. It's his essence as a man." I got all serious and meaningful on him and he looked straight-faced at me. "Yeah, I totally believe that, dude. I do. I don't think it's gay at all to jack off with a buddy sometimes. It's like a male thing that I bet most guys have sometimes." Wow. This kid sort of surprised me. I didn't think he gave much thought to much of anything except surfing! He walked over to me and clapped his extended hand onto my shoulder. "Thanks, dude. That was fun. And thanks for being cool about it." "No problem, man. I had fun, too. OK, I'll see ya later!," I finished as I started across the drive and up the stairs to go inside. "Hey!," he called out. "We still gotta do Polihale!" "Pick a time, dude!," I yelled back and went inside. I ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on. But first I carefully took my shorts off, then sat down on the toilet. I scooped some of his glistening, thick cum from my thigh and brought it up to my nose so I could smell it. It smelled strong and healthy, a little pungent and bleachy. It was still warm as I stuck my fingers into my mouth to suck every pearly bit of it off. It tasted strong, salty and vitamin-y, but it was delicious. After I cleaned up as much of his jiz as I could from my shin and foot and the rest from my thigh, I licked it, smeared it on my dick, rubbed it into my chest, and saved a bit to rub under my nose. I wanted to be smelling this boy's hot juice all day! I had one more encounter with Kyle before I left which I'll write about next time.