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Lunch-time Dessert

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 28 Apr 2000 1 comments
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by VaStache Joe and I had been friends, really cyber friends, for some time. We'd met once for a Chinese dinner charged with sexual energy, but our actual physical contact waited til he could get to my house last spring. We spent the morning exploring each other's bodies, and let me tell you, his is one fine specimen of masculinity -- 6' tall with a hairy chest to make any man weak in the knees -- you know the kind of dense chest hair that fans out over his pecs but converges just under them to a broad trail of thick, dark hair that meets that even thicker bush at the base of his cock. First time I saw him, I knew I wanted this man naked! He's quite ample in what rides in his jockeys too...great set of balls that he keeps shaved and an almost perfect cock 7" long. One day last spring, we were able to meet for lunch, taking time out of both of our busy days. It was another sexually charged meal. I couldn't eat quick enough, because once back outside, we went for a short drive in the nearby countryside. I had to pull over and kiss him. I loved kissing him in the past. My lips, almost hidden by a thick dark-brown moustache and goatee, found his clean-shaven face, and before long our tongues were dancing together as only m2m tongues can. That tightness in my pants was getting the best of me and him, and I felt his strong hand on my crotch. Some more intense, passionate kissing was followed by fingers tracing the outline of my rock hard cock, teasing the flesh. We drove back to his office. I seized the moments during the return drive by stroking his dick through his suit pants. The cloth was just thin enough to really feel the shape of his dick. It felt GREAT! We drove back to his office, and he wanted to show me around. I knew had something planned, given that little smirk Joe was wearing on his face. We walked through some hallways and down a set of steps. "In here," he said. We ducked into a darkened room, and he finally found the light switch. The heavy steel door latched behind us, and he threw the bolt. "No one will find us in the storeroom," he said. That's all it took. I pulled him tight to my 6'2" frame, arms wrapped around each other's strong backs and shoulders. Mouths locked in passion, and cloth-clad cocks straining as they rubbed each other. He felt so good in my arms! I moved back just enough to get one hand between us and fumbled my way unbuckling his belt, then the button on his pants. Finally down went his zipper, and my hand slipped into that reward zone. He had on a jockstrap, that I knew held one of the finest dicks I'd ever had the privilege to suck. "I wore it especially for this," he said. I could feel his hand doing the same work to my straining trousers, and I knew I too had a surprise for him. I was wearing a black thong, and my cock had soaked the cotton thong with precum. His fingers and thumb rubbed the slick liquid back and forth across my still-clothed cock. I couldn't stand it any longer and had to taste those stiff 7 inches. I knelt in front of him and opened wide, taking his shaft into my mouth and down my throat in one gulp. Man oh man, did he ever feel good there. I loved the way his cock just fit my mouth...like it was made for it. I reached up with a free hand and played with his shaven balls. The other hand pushed against his ass as he got into the rhythm of me sucking his big dick. I knew he wouldn't last long as I worked my tongue around the head and sucked harder and harder. For variety, I'd place his cockhead under my tongue and swirl it around. Then I'd resume the suction, which on the down-stroke, my goatee would tickle his balls and my moustache entwine with his thick dark pubes. It wasn't too long, til I knew he was going to shoot. "What it man?" he asked. "Uh Huh" was all I could get out, and it was muffled because of his rod occupied so much of my mouth. I sensed the mounting tension in his body, and I knew to suck harder. Harder did I suck! In just a matter of seconds, that thick, rich reward was flowing across my tongue and down my throat. I wondered if I could take his whole load, but I didn't spill a drop! Man did he taste good! As I cleaned his cock, which did not soften, he said, "I want some of that." And he lifted me to my feet and knelt in front of me in one motion. He went down on my cock like a starving man. It felt so good to me in his mouth, and before long he had the whole shaft slick with spit. He is good at sucking dick too...the best I've ever had! It didn't take him long to get that body-tightening response from me either. A few more downstrokes and sucking upstrokes and I flooded his mouth with three-day's worth. He didn't miss a drop either; down it went. He sucked my dick clean, and then stood up, smiling from ear to ear. In fact we both were. "Now that's the dessert I've been waiting for," I said, as we composed ourselves and left the store room.