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Meat Me

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Oct 2001 1 comments
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by shauerus@yahoo.com It was late and I had just finished working very hard. I returned to my hotel room, leaving the conference I was attending in London behind me. As soon I got to my room, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and let the fabric fall along my muscular legs down to my ankles. I could see in the front of my briefboxers the still wet spot my fat cock had left. One of the participants at the conference, a doctor, had hit pretty hard on me during a one on one conversation. His all tan complexion, white teeth and handsome blue eyes had won me over. He was about 35, 6 ' tall and well built. He kept on joking about things and was always probing or touching my arm, my shoulder or my pecs. Each touch made me hornier. I could feel the blood filling my 7.5 inch cock by burst, almost painfully. He also kept on checking on my crotch and grinning at me. After a few minutes my dick was fully erect and started to leak precum. The elastic band of my boxers was keeping my hot and sweaty love pole completely tucked in. You could see the budge on the right side of my pants. I left my hands down there, half massaging my hard-on, half trying to contain it. I did not want to have a stain on my beige pants. The whole time, Paul, that was his name, was rubbing his crotch against the counter he was leaning against, just at the level of his fly. He was playing with his own dick, rubbing it against the furniture. I mentioned his tan, and he told me he had just come back from a carribean naturist resort, where he had gone alone. My eyes were attracted to his sizeable bulge. His sand-color pants had a fine fabric that could not hide the outline of his dickhead. It looked big. He was probably not wearing any underwear. My cock jolted and streched a bit further. I had to excuse myself. I needed to cool off or beat that puppy of mine. When I entered the bathroom a guy was just leaving. I opened my pants and released the beast. I was slowly stroking it, trying to convince myself to stop. I did not want anyone to catch me. But it felt so good. I was pulling gently my foreskin and caressing my balls with the other hand. As it usually takes me awhile to come I knew I could not do it. As I was packing my meat back in my pants. The door swang open. Paul had walked in with a smile. He said that he wondered where I had disappeared, but thought that this was a logical place. He smiled at me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a half erect dick that was already at least 6 inches long. He started to stroke it as if there was nothing more natural, growing it to 8''. I wanted his cock very badly, but I did not want to get caught making a pass in a bathroom. I said to him that this was the obvious place to release some accumulated tension as I was showing him my fat dick. His hand came on landing on my knob and took control of it. It felt good. His hand was hot and energetic. I broke free and went inside a stall. He followed me. We faced eachother and kissed as our dicks were rubbing against one another. He was massaging my pecs with one hand and opening his shirt with the other. He had a beautiful torso, taned and hairless. I sarted to kiss his chest, still stroking my own cock that was by now leaking a ton of precum. I was hungry for his large, thick cock. I followed down his pleasure trail down to his brown thick bush. And there standing was a magnificent cock, very hard with a large mushroom head, with pulsating veins running all over the shaft. He put a hand on the back of my head and guided me to my feast. I was salivating a lot with anticipation for his manhood. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. As his silky dickhead made its way down my mouth I was inhaling the musky scent from his crotch, the sweaty and salty smell of his balls. His hand was pressing more decisively on my neck, forcing his prick further down my throat. I relaxed my jaw muscles because I wanted to avoid gagging on his monster dick and get it whole in. A few more inches and my lips were sealed at the very base of his hard-on. My nose burried in his bush and his heavy hairy balls covering my chin. I started to bob my head, left my penis alone, fully erect and sweating buckets of precum to open his pants completely, slide them down and take a hold of his ass. His cheeks were very muscular and velvety. Each time he was pushing himself inside of my hungry mouth he flexed his cheeks hard. With my expert fingers i found his manhole and started to work one finger in. He was groaning and accelarating his pumping motions in my throat. My tongue was swirling around, probing his peehole and the contour of his dick's helmet. Then he would push his entire cock down my throat again. Now he had placed both hands on each side of my head and was fucking my mouth. At this point I wanted him to fill every holes of my being. With each thrust I was anticipating what a sensation that would be to have him bareback me with all his might. Opening my ass wider with each thrust. But for now, he was filling my mouth. His balls became tighted and were bouncing hard against my chin. My nose was hitting his bush every 5 seconds and taking full whiffs at his pounding manhood. My lips were leaking saliva all over his shaft, his bull nuts and my chin and throat. He finally grabed my head hard and shoveled his fat cock all the way down. He kept it there while his dick was swelling further and spurting gallons of cum down my throat. Then he pulled out and sprayed hot jiz across my face. What a feast. I licked it all. He then left. But I saw him later that night...