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Every time I see you I'm uncomfortably turned on past the point. Your deep voice resonates in my chest and I get so struck I can't help it. I look into your eyes and when you crack that devilish little grin I want to pull you in so tight and kiss you so passionately that neither of us has any breath left. I want to grasp your short dark hair with both hands as our tongues meet and keep you there.
I'll move down to your chest, rip off your button down shirt and tickle your sweet, lean, lightly hairy belly with my tongue. You laugh a little and throw your arms up and my eyes dart up to your perfect hairy arm pits and down a little to your poised, pointed nipples. I lap each one and you let out a low moan as I progress back down your thick treasure trail.
I unfasten your buckle and pull it off, sliding through each ring of your Levi's, and chuck it to the side. You begin to fall back and position yourself lying back on the cool, sticky summer grass. My hands reach up to unbutton your pants, and my fingers run along the waistband of your boxers underneath. First the button, then the zipper, and your pants are gone.
Through your red and white striped boxers, I can see your growing hose pulsating just slightly. After waiting a few seconds as our eyes are locked together, burning the image of your surrender in my mind, I quickly pull your boxers down your hairy legs and right off your feet. There it is: your plump Italian cock, half engorged and laying to the left of your frame surrounded by jet black patches of hair. As my tongue slides up the base of your tool, I feel every pronounced vein until I get to the beautiful, rotund pink tip. By now, you're fully aroused, with eyes closed letting the pleasure stir within you. My tongue slides in and out of your piss slit and you begin to shudder, while your penis slips from your control. I move off of your swollen tool after a few moments and watch as it jumps and spasms around to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Eyes rolled back, mouth open and panting heavily, you're paralyzed with pleasure as pre-cum strings drip down from your fully erect dick.
I can tell you're almost there; I know this is what you wanted, each and every time we would meet in passing. When you made small talk and stood around, smiling at me, I could tell we were a fit for each other. After you admitted to the group that you'd had experiences with guys before, I saw you reach out to me. I was too shy to do something then, but not anymore. As I see your convulsing body in front of me pleading for its violent release, I know we are both meant for each other.
With a final, passionate, lip-clenching kiss, I slide my middle finger as deep into your ass as it will go and push your prostate, propelling you impossibly past the edge. With wild, broken, guttural screams of contentment, cum starts spilling from your cock like a running faucet. Your screams turn into whimpers of pleasure as you grip the earth around you, trying with all your effort to keep from exploding. The thick, milky white fluid stops pouring out as your face contorts and you hold your breath, but as much as you've tried, you can't hold it back anymore. With a final cry of surrender, you release your breath and jerk your head back. The grass rips out of the earth with your clenched fists as hot liquid semen ejects from your throbbing, bouncing member, coating your chest, shoulders, face, everything. As it shoots in your mouth, you taste how sweet of a release this really is.
When it's finally over, and you look over to me shyly, guiltily, a little embarrassed after the haze has been lifted at last, and you realize what you've done and how vulnerable you are, I'll just smile and lean right back down to kiss you. You're mine.
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Note: This story was written very very late at night/early in the morning so there's bound to be mistakes; my apologies. This little entry is based on a very passionate fantasy I've wished for with a friend of mine for some years now. Just felt like getting it down! Thanks for reading.
I'll move down to your chest, rip off your button down shirt and tickle your sweet, lean, lightly hairy belly with my tongue. You laugh a little and throw your arms up and my eyes dart up to your perfect hairy arm pits and down a little to your poised, pointed nipples. I lap each one and you let out a low moan as I progress back down your thick treasure trail.
I unfasten your buckle and pull it off, sliding through each ring of your Levi's, and chuck it to the side. You begin to fall back and position yourself lying back on the cool, sticky summer grass. My hands reach up to unbutton your pants, and my fingers run along the waistband of your boxers underneath. First the button, then the zipper, and your pants are gone.
Through your red and white striped boxers, I can see your growing hose pulsating just slightly. After waiting a few seconds as our eyes are locked together, burning the image of your surrender in my mind, I quickly pull your boxers down your hairy legs and right off your feet. There it is: your plump Italian cock, half engorged and laying to the left of your frame surrounded by jet black patches of hair. As my tongue slides up the base of your tool, I feel every pronounced vein until I get to the beautiful, rotund pink tip. By now, you're fully aroused, with eyes closed letting the pleasure stir within you. My tongue slides in and out of your piss slit and you begin to shudder, while your penis slips from your control. I move off of your swollen tool after a few moments and watch as it jumps and spasms around to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Eyes rolled back, mouth open and panting heavily, you're paralyzed with pleasure as pre-cum strings drip down from your fully erect dick.
I can tell you're almost there; I know this is what you wanted, each and every time we would meet in passing. When you made small talk and stood around, smiling at me, I could tell we were a fit for each other. After you admitted to the group that you'd had experiences with guys before, I saw you reach out to me. I was too shy to do something then, but not anymore. As I see your convulsing body in front of me pleading for its violent release, I know we are both meant for each other.
With a final, passionate, lip-clenching kiss, I slide my middle finger as deep into your ass as it will go and push your prostate, propelling you impossibly past the edge. With wild, broken, guttural screams of contentment, cum starts spilling from your cock like a running faucet. Your screams turn into whimpers of pleasure as you grip the earth around you, trying with all your effort to keep from exploding. The thick, milky white fluid stops pouring out as your face contorts and you hold your breath, but as much as you've tried, you can't hold it back anymore. With a final cry of surrender, you release your breath and jerk your head back. The grass rips out of the earth with your clenched fists as hot liquid semen ejects from your throbbing, bouncing member, coating your chest, shoulders, face, everything. As it shoots in your mouth, you taste how sweet of a release this really is.
When it's finally over, and you look over to me shyly, guiltily, a little embarrassed after the haze has been lifted at last, and you realize what you've done and how vulnerable you are, I'll just smile and lean right back down to kiss you. You're mine.
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Note: This story was written very very late at night/early in the morning so there's bound to be mistakes; my apologies. This little entry is based on a very passionate fantasy I've wished for with a friend of mine for some years now. Just felt like getting it down! Thanks for reading.
