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You gotta join in

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Feb 1999 1 comments
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by Jay My story begins about five years ago. I and my friend "Ed" had just got done tag teaming a hooker. We paid her, she left. Sitting naked in my living room, both of our cocks still hard and dripping pecker snot, he remarked how he loved seeing my cock slide in and out of her whore cunt. It "made me hot", he said. We were both slowly yanking our dicks, watching each other. Ed stroked faster as he recounted watching my hairy ass go up and down, and listening to me grunt and cuss as I plowed her worn out twat. I yanked my un-cut 7" pole as fast as he did as he spoke. He jacked with thumb and index finger right behind the head of his cut 6" wang. I mastubated with my right hand starting at the base and sliding up and down the entire length using all four fingers and my thumb. My left hand cupped my fuzzy nut bag, ticking and squeezing. "Sit beside me" he pleaded. I got up, dick still in hand, and walked to the couch he was reclined on. Looking at his blonde hair and tight muscles I could'nt believe how handsome he is. Blue eyes and that slightly arrogant look of someone who knows they're goodlooking, I lusted out. Flopping down beside him I did'nt ask nor wait for permission. I grabbed his third leg in my left hand and caressed it firmly. His head went back and a low animal growl came from between his pink thin lips. His hips bucked upwards into my squeezing fist. My little finger tangled in his sparse blonde cock fur. Pushing my hand from my schlong he wrapped his right hand around my love muscle and returned the favour with fierce intensity. It did'nt take long before I was humping and moaning in ecstasy. With my free hand I drew his face to mine and kissed him lightly on the lips and neck. He rammed his tongue into my mouth giving me a taste of the whore puss he had so recently eaten(while I watched of course). I tasted the cum of god only knows how many men she had fucked that night before we did her. His free hand roamed over my hairy chest and down to my pubes. Pulling them just enough to hurt so good. I have no clue how long we stroked and explored each other but the next thing we knew my roommate came through the front door stopping in his tracks with a stunned look on his face. His name was "Stan". He was an uptight but likeable fellow who knew I was gay but claimed he wanted nothing to do with such things. Even though he would watch me fuck or suck whatever guy I would happen to bring home, and the whores too. I of course did'nt mind him watching me as I'm very much the exhibitionist. With jaw on the floor he stood in our livingroom with the door wide open, watching with his usual mixture of horror and fascination, his hand automatically groping his crotch. Ed ordered him to shut the door. Ed, unlike me, does'nt appreciate an audience. At least not one he has no control over. Stan closed the door and rather dumbly asked how our evening was going. We just smiled and yanked each other with exaggerated motions. Without being invited he sat down on the loveseat across from us watching intensely and jabbering incescently. His hand never left his crotch. I finally said to him, "Stan if you're gonna' watch, you gotta' join in". His dick came out so fast Ed and I were both amazed. He got up and sat down beside Ed. His wang was small but thick. In fact his pubic hair is longer than his dick. He joined in and caught up in no time. There the three of us were. Ed and I were bareass naked and stinking of too much sex while Stan was fully clothed and smelling of the restaurant he worked at. Eds' hand went back to his tool, mine went back to mine. With me grunting and cussing, Ed moaning and gasping and Stan breathing like a vacuum cleaner with lung cancer, we jacked off together. With one last harangue of cussing that certainly shamed the devil himself, my dick puked all over the three of us. Ed was next. His cock oozed instead of shooting. His cum flowing down over his fist. Stan on the other hand, stopped as soon as Ed was done coming. He had the knack of( I found out then) of squirting without stroking to the end. After we were done we fell asleep together on the couch in each others' arms in total peace and satisfaction. This was first of many J.O. sessions we had together until Ed moved away and Stan died of a heart attack two years later. All things considered, this was the the most memorable circle jerk I have ever experienced. I miss them both.