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Men, don't let the ladies out-do you. They may have leaky boobs, fat ankles, and their monthly visitor, but they've got nothing on you, and we want to hear all about it.

Did you get a boner while giving a presentation at work? Did you let out a fart while introducing yourself to your girlfriend's mother? Were you the scrawny kid in high school with the pock-marked face? Let if off your chest.

Confess, son, that's an order.
  • — Men Only —
    Straight Male / 52

    This is not something over the top, it is just a confession of getting involved with a lady

    My wife decided that we should remodel the house. We spent some time with contractor and one of the items that we needed to agree on was the paint. My job was to go to Sherman Williams and come back with samples for us to make a decision.

    The store I went to had one sales woman there. I would find out that she was 34, divorced with two daughters, one aged ten and one aged seven. I would find out that her husband, or should I say ran away husband, abandoned her with her two daughters and went away. At that time she had not found him or heard of him. He had not shown up on any registry so she had not been able to collect any child support. She was living in a two bedroom trailer.

    She had a problem with the washing machine, she didn't have any money to fix it. So I went to her trailer and decided to buy her a new washing machine. My wife went over and bought some clothes for the kids. We were remodeling so we gave her our used, but much better for her, television and some furniture for her living area. My wife showed her where the food pantry was. Getting her to agree to go to the food pantry was another problem. My wife also took her shopping and bought her some clothes, clothes for work so she could get a better job. And clothes for the two girls, for school and so that they didn't feel like life had screwed them.

    She was 34, and once she was dressed up and once she wasn't so beaten down, and once she was a little bit happy, she was a pretty woman, and I just couldn't resist so I fucked her. I fucked her. And at that same time fucked myself.

    I just fucked her. I went over to her place and fucked her, over and over and over again. Until I confessed to my wife.

    My wife called me all sorts of names, she told me that I had to go sleep in the guest room, but I went back to our bed. I told her the truth, I told her that I just could not resist fucking her, if I had her right there in our bed right then I would fuck her. Some times you just have to fuck the woman. So I kept fucking her and my wife kept getting on my case and making me buy them whatever they needed. My wife insisted that we buy a town house and put her up in it, she could pay whatever rent she could afford, but her kids needed to go to a better school.

    Oh all the remodeling got done and I paid for it. And for the new furniture. And I paid for the private investigators to run her husband to ground and I paid for the divorce lawyers to get the s.o.b. out of her life and on child support. I paid and paid, and the two daughters became 'the girls' and their mother became 'the girlfriend' and I paid for everything else that women want.

    Sometimes you just feel alone if she isn't resting in your arms. Sometimes you have to have her there with you, in your arms, in the dead of night, completely inserted in her, holding her, and she is part of you at that moment, she is more than part of you, she is receiving from you the makings of a new life, and she moans in your arms, she knows she is receiving the makings of a new life and she is in total control as to whether there is going to be new life.

    That is when you know you are fucked.

    #39587 — Comments (0) — Mar 9, 2018 at 11:57 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 39

    I have to admit I was obsessed with my dads cock and moms pussy after finding nude pictures of them. When I finally turned 18 I became curious as to what my dad was doing. He would be at home then tell my mom he had to go out for a moment. He would be gone for a couple of hours and he would do this 2-3 times a week. One day I decided to follow him. Turns out he went to an adult bookstore. I waited then followed him in. I had just passed the booths when I saw him going into one of them. I was thinking this was my chance to see his cock again and maybe suck him off through the gloryhole. I got coins from the cashier and made my way to the booth next to his. I sat and started a movie and slowly peeked in the hole. He was sitting with his cock out jerking off. I waited and made a noise to get his attention. Next thing I see is his cock coming through the hole. I sucked his cock till he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every drop! Now I want to feel his cock in my ass.

    #39461 — Comments (2) — Mar 1, 2018 at 2:09 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 49

    What is good for the Goose should not dictate what is good for the Gander. That's what I thought.

    I met her while I was bartending and she was waiting tables. She was pretty, that's enough, pretty. Her skinny butt, her perky tits, her long hair. She needed a fuck. I watched her and fantasized about bending her over one of those tables and fucking her skinny ass. She did not want to have anything to do with me. She said she was an artist, she was waiting tables to get by. I didn't care, I grabbed her ass one night after we closed and she was wiping down the tables, I grabbed her by the tits, bent her over the table, she got her jeans down and her pink panties and I fucked her good. Fuck fuck fuck, fucked her until I couldn't hold it any more and filled her with weeks of pent up desire.

    She spit and hit and spit again, and called me a lot of bad names. So I kissed her, and picked her up and carried her to a booth and told her to sit down and that she was coming home with me. She wasn't impressed with my pad, at the time I lived in this run down neighborhood, in a one room garage apartment without central hear or air, and no washer and dryer. She hated hauling the laundry down the stairs with her big belly and having to go to the laundromat. But I loved her big belly, poking out of her skinny body like an over ripe watermelon. She bitched and bitched, so I took her down to the courthouse and got married. When she had to produce documentation she was 18, and going on seven months pregnant. We got married three days later, after the mandatory waiting period.

    The bitching got worse the closer she came to giving birth. I found this place, which was more expensive, but the apartment had a washer and dryer connection and central air and heat. I sold my motorcycle to buy a washer and dryer. When I brought her home with her kid she looked so small holding that little baby, like it was going to break. I went out that day and bought a ring for her finger, so as all the neighbors would know she was properly married.

    Things were just rough, me working nights at a bar and she trying to get the baby to feed off her breast. I did what I had to do, I called my dad and asked for money for me to get her to my parents to take care of her. I got a lot of shit from my dad, so I used the GI Bill and went to college and got a degree. She didn't let me get her pregnant again until I showed her the degree. I tried working in an office, but didn't like it, so I left her pregnant with our now four year old and went to look for a good paying job at the port. Being a college guy, I got a job as a coordinator which paid more per hour, but no overtime. But I got home for dinner.

    Soon she had two more kids. The oldest turned eight and he was a handful. Fortunately the girl helped her mom with the little ones. That's the way my life went on. Doing what she wanted, living where she wanted, I spent a lifetime doing what she wanted, living the way she wanted.

    She was the best thing to happen to me. She knows it and I know better than to disagree. What is good for the Goose is good for the Gander because that is the way the Goose wants it. Shouldn't be that way, but it is.

    #39412 — Comments (0) — Feb 25, 2018 at 11:31 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    I was living with a girlfriend in 1997 in a big apt. building in Chicago's lincoln park I was working nights and tried to fill my days constructively. It was one of those hot summer days and I decided to do laundry early to best the heat. In the laundry room I chatted with Ed, a married neighbor, he was older, about 45 and he had his days free, he taught at a community college. My laundry was done before his, so i was about to go upstairs, but I decided to say, " We should finish our conversation, when your dryer is done you can bring it up and I will come over and help you with your load." Ed liked this idea and I was knocking on his door in minutes. he said that the clothes basket was on the bed. I walked over and and put the basket on the floor and said, " I hope you dont mind, I do my nest when Im on my knees." Ed asked if he could get me something while I was down there and I asked as innocently as I could, " Anything?" Ed smiled, put his hands on his hips and said I could help myself to anything i wanted. I slowly pulled his gym shorts down and gasped at this limp but obviously huge cock. I gobbled it down and felt it get hard as I sucked that massive head and stroked his shaft. Ed had 10" cock that was also thick. He gently held the top of my head and slowly thrusted his hips and fucked my mouth. I grabbed his ass and would guide that cock as far as I could take it. I gagged many times, but never stopped sucking until he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and sucked the last drop out of him. That was the start of many cocksucking sessions that summer.
    After a couple of weeks of trying to deepthroat that monster cock, I started to relax my throat and breath through my nose. The first time he entered my throat Ed moaned loudly, but I gagged after a second or two. Ed just patiently let me try again and this time I lasted quite a while. Eventually, I could easily take that cock all the way down until his balls would rest on my chin. Ed would sometimes hold my head and fuck my throat, other times I would grab his ass and hold him deep in my throat. I started laying on my back on the bed, with my head hanging upside down over the edge of the bed. Ed would stand and fuck my throat as if he were fucking a pussy or ass. After a while he could hammer away and really pound my throat.
    Ed invited his friend jack over one morning and as soon as I walked in, jack said that Ed had told him that i was quite a cocksucker. I laughed and told Jack that he shouldnt just take Ed's word for it. jack unzipped and i was pulling out his 8" cock and eagerly sucking it. He got hard quickly and he slid that cock as far as he could, I just relaxed my throat and he slid all the way in. he moaned with delight and grabbed my head and fucked my throat roughly. he came deep down my throat and I swallowed all of his cum. I eagerly turned to ed sucked him dry too. jack would make comments as I sucked Ed, like what a good cocksucking bitch I was, or how i loved sucking cock. I sucked them both twice that morning. it was fantatstic. I probably sucked their cocks many times after that, maybe 2 or 3 times a week. Sometimes together, sometimes separately. Jack would sometimes pick me up in his work van and I would suck his cock for lunch, or for a late morning blow. Those were the days.

    #39401 — Comments (1) — Feb 24, 2018 at 11:59 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    University of Illinois at Chicago, Stevenson Hall 2nd floor bathroom had a very hot glory hole in the late 80's. I would go there some days and suck cock after cock. Sometimes there would be 5 or 6 guys standing waiting to get sucked, and if someone came into the bathroom, we would all scramble back into the stalls. Very hot, sucked three guys, one after the other, one afternoon.

    #39400 — Comments (1) — Feb 24, 2018 at 11:35 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 47

    Next door to our house lived a woman with a fourteen year old girl. We had a pool and she would come over during the summer and swim. At that age she always wore a two piece, nothing too revealing, but a fourteen year old just has a body that makes you get hard. My wife would scold me for looking at her, but what do you expect, a fourteen year old girl bending over to pick up her towel, come on, instant hard on. The afternoon that I got in trouble, she was at our house, like she did almost every afternoon. I was alone with her, I am a corporate pilot so my work schedule varies. She stood there talking to me and she put her finger in her bathing suit and pulled it our of the crack in her ass. When she did her pussy showed in all its glory.

    She always gave me a hard on, and I got a hard on. I had taken a dose of Viagra an hour or so earlier, as it always took some time to be really effective, for when my wife got home. But now it became effective, I had a hard on that would not go down. She sat down and told me that her butt hurt. That she had tried to shave herself and now it hurt. It was then that she noticed my hard on. She stared at me for a minute, and looked up and asked me if it hurt, that she had always wanted to know if it hurt when a guy got a hard on.

    I told her the truth, that not usually, but today it did hurt because I couldn't get relief and having a half naked young woman there wasn't helping. Her hand moved before she spoke, she just grabbed my hard on and moved closer to me. My pants were in the way, the way she had her hand on me. I gently moved her hand and rearranged my pants, she made a comment as to how hard it was. I told her that is why it was called a boner.

    She leaned over and told me that she had touched this boys boner once, but it was not at all like this. My mistake was undoing my belt and opening my pants, and she took my bone hard cock in her hand. I asked her if she had held that boys boner in her hand like that, and she said no, she had only grabbed it in his pants. There was not talk, she leaned down and put it in her mouth and then asked me if I wanted her to do it some more.

    Between mouthing my boner and looking up to talk to me she told she had seen videos of girls giving blow jobs. She wanted to know if she was doing it right. Damn, I have to cut to the chase, I got her to lean over the patio table and I ran my cock up into her pussy all the way. I hit bottom, the way she was positioned, I knocked up against her cervix. She didn't complain, she just leaned over the table while I fucked her until I eventually came, some of it shooting up in her and the rest all over her back and butt. Even after withdrawing I still had a boner, which didn't subside for several more minutes.

    I was leaning back on the chaise lounge, I had fucked this girl. She more or less fixed her bathing suit and wanted to be hugged and kissed. I calmed her down, but I was not calm at all. I told her that this was totally wrong and that she had to keep it to herself no matter what.

    Life was never the same after that, she came over summer, fall, winter and spring. Sometimes she and her mother came over for dinner. She hung out at our house more than she did at her house. She was totally at ease around me, and she liked to stand behind me when I was at the table and put her arms around my neck. There were lots of 'slips' when she would say goodbye and put her arms around my neck for a kiss, and her lips were targeted on mine. My wife told me so many times that she was trouble waiting to happen. But holding her when I hugged her was like holding life itself.

    I never fucked my wife again without, especially when we dog fucked, without reliving that fuck beside the pool that afternoon. I was infatuated with her, she was just as infatuated with me. She was trouble all right, every single day she was trouble. Keeping my hands off of her was torture and she didn't help. How many times did she come and sit beside me and pull he shirt out to show me her nipple? When she turned 17 she told me she was totally legal, she grabbed my pants and told me I had been mean to her. She just couldn't stop fucking. It caused problems with my wife because I couldn't keep up.

    My wife never said anything, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she went off to college. But for me it was terrible, I would lay in bed at night wishing she was right there beside me. When I did fuck my wife, I was thinking of her, she was all young woman by then, and she had me around her finger and she knew it. She swore to me that she never let anyone else have sex with her. I had to believer her, because the idea of some college kid getting in her pants was too painful to imagine.

    You love your wife, and I learned all over again how to love my wife. She never said anything, but I came to understand that she knew all along, even those nights when I lay awake wishing my girl would be beside me.

    Older men should never fall in love with a young girl. The pain is too great. And when the day came I had to let her go, I cried. But a man who needs Viagra, just can't keep up with a twenty three year old woman. Even if I could support her with anything she needed, I couldn't be what she needed. So I had to give her up, and now all I get is a good hug when she sees me, and sometimes a kiss on the cheek and she tells me she still loves me.

    #39380 — Comments (1) — Feb 23, 2018 at 10:00 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 54

    This year we will have been married for 40 years. I never loved her, not like that. She is more like my sister, we live together and that is fine. She and I haven't had sex in over twenty years. I don't go around telling her when or if I get some woman to bed, but I imagine she knows.

    For all practical purposes this has been a marriage of convenience. She comes from a well to do background, which allowed us to live in a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood and our two kids grew up with good schools, university degrees and all. On my salary alone we would never have had that. When I married her I was looking at the money, having grown up on the wrong side of town where the working class lived.

    I won't say that I took advantage of her, not in the sense that I never gave back. But it has been a marriage of convenience. I don't know how she entertains herself, or if she ever needs to entertain herself. We haven't shared a bedroom in over twenty years, to each their own. As far as sex with her, she was never a good partner, never cooperated or engaged. From the earliest days I always felt that it was a form of masturbation, except using the real thing instead of your hand.

    #39282 — Comments (5) — Feb 14, 2018 at 9:07 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 53

    After my four years in the service I used the GI Bill to go to college. I went to college in Mississippi, my home state. In the service, I was mostly stationed in Korea, I had worked as a cook in the mess hall. So, even though you have the GI Bill, you need money to live on, I took a job at a small restaurant near campus as an evening cook.

    Evenings were mostly slow, there was a short rush around dinner time, but it was slow. Lunch was the money part, and evenings mostly broke even, except on Friday and Saturday nights when dates came to eat. So for the weekdays, evenings, there was one waitress. Her name was Donna. She and I spent a lot of time alone, professional distance and that sort of thing. She was 25 and as a part of several conversations it came out that she had moved to this town when she was 19 to catch a husband. She had heard, according to her story, that there were a lot of lonely guys, and that for some of them finding a girl was difficult, but they wanted a girl and if you caught one of those college boys, then you got married and you got into the middle class. Of course, she didn't, and she was barely making it, and she was 25 and college boys didn't have plans with a girl who was older than them. So she was stuck in that town.

    Me, I was into girls, any girls. I was older and I was a first year student so the college girls didn't pay much attention to me. But Donna was just right, and one evening I told her that we should go out on our day off. We dated, she kept it professional, telling me that she didn't want to lose her job. I told her the boss did not really care, he already assumed that I was doing her. But she kept her distance. I did get her to bed, after a lot of pressure, and it was not on a date, it was one night after we got off. I took her to the trailer I was renting.

    We had sex, it was like not sex, she wasn't into it. She did the blow job thing, and she let me screw her but she wasn't into it. You can tell. And she had a thing about being seen naked. It was one in the morning, and she had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I walked up behind her and grabbed her ass, I just grabbed her ass really tight and screwed her in the kitchen. After I finished screwing her she didn't say anything, she shot holes through me with her eyes. She went and sat down on the old couch, the only sitting place in the living area. On the coffee table was a Hustler magazine. She started leafing through it, at first passing the pages, but soon she was slowly turning the pages looking at the girls.

    She asked me why I had that magazine. I told her I used it to jerk off. You learn early in the army that you have to jerk off and I liked Hustler because that magazine gave your the full view. I sat beside her and she opened the centerfold picture and stared at the girl and asked me if this is the kind of girl I liked. I told her I would rather screw her than jerk off. She looked at the girl's picture and her fingers slowly went over the breasts and her pussy. I asked her if she liked that picture, and that girls like that liked to be touched gently, to have their pussies felt up. I put my arm around her and we slowly went through the magazine, picture after picture, commenting on the girls' breasts and pussies and legs and ass. I took my dick out and asked her which looked better to her, a dick or a pussy. I told her I liked pussy, and I got down in front of her and spread her legs and ate her pussy while she looked at the magazine.

    Donna liked Hustler. I had several magazines, and I went and bought the new one, and she came over and I ate her pussy while she looked at Hustler, and then I would screw her to the couch or the bed. I got her to pose for me, pose for me like the girls in the pictures, let me look at that pussy. She didn't like having my dick in her mouth, she did, or let me, but she didn't like it. She didn't like being screwed either. She liked having her pussy eaten. And she liked looking at the naked pictures.

    I hired a hooker, paid her fifty bucks, which was a lot of money in those days, and told her I had a girlfriend who liked looking at naked girls. I wanted her to pose for her, to show her in person, what a naked girl looked like, to gave her a Hustler magazine and told her that is what I wanted her to do, pose like those girls. I asked her, if Donna got the urge, would she eat Donna, or maybe let Donna eat her. She agreed.

    When the hooker arrived, and she came in Donna was surprised. I told Donna that I had hired the hooker for her, so she could touch a real pussy and tits and she could get her mouth down there where she wanted and she could eat a real pussy. That what I wanted to do was spread her and screw her while she was eating the hooker's pussy.

    The hooker did her job, she posed naked for Donna, laid out on the bed, and with my help I got Donna's fingers on the hooker's tits and then her pussy. I got the hooker to kiss Donna on the mouth. I got the hooker to lay back on the bed with her legs spread open and I pushed Donna's face into her pussy and told her to eat, to eat her and eat her and while she ate her I was going to screw her. Donna had her ass in the air, and I got her legs open and I screwed her. I caught the hookers eye and asked her how Donna was doing. She laughed, a small quiet laugh and rubbed Donna's hair and let Donna eat her pussy.

    Donna was just not into guys, she let me screw her because that is what I wanted, and I ate her out which she liked. She came over to look at the magazines, I picked up several others, and even some mail order ones that had even more explicit pictures, and Donna devoured them. She liked pictures of guys with dicks in girls, she liked pictures of girls with their faces in another girls' pussy. But she liked it even more when we would pool our money and hire the hooker and she came over and Donna could eat her and get naked with her and the hooker would eat her and I would screw the hooker.

    I left college with my degree and Donna stayed behind, still working the afternoon shift at the restaurant. So much time has passed, but when I get to a looking at some porn and some of the girls who posed like they did in the Hustler days, I think of Donna. I wonder if she ever got hooked up with a girl of her own. She was queer, she was turned on by pussy.

    The jpp

    #39012 — Comments (0) — Jan 25, 2018 at 8:39 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 40

    Been having an affair with a very passable cross dresser. The reason is for the fact that she knows how to dress for sex, something I could never get my wife to do. I don't have to do anything with her cock, she usually has it caged and tucked inside of her panties. She wears all the sexy things I love a real woman to wear in the bedroom. Her collection of heels and boots are amazing and she knows how to use them in the bedroom as well. I get off as much just looking at her as I do fucking her.

    #38980 — Comments (5) — Jan 22, 2018 at 2:55 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Gay Male / 34

    I was asked to drive a car from California to southern Mexico for a man who was transferred there. It was a summer thing, I was going to be a senior in college, being of Mexican origin I spoke pretty good Spanish, and I could use the trip to stop and visit with some relatives of my mother's.

    I left and crossed the border without any problems. The owner of the car had all the papers in order including insurance. I had used a road atlas to map my route similar to Triple AAA, I had memorized the route and had my stations selected. Confident that I would be at my mother's aunts house in two days.

    I made good time, the car was in great condition, the roads were clear, nearing the end of the day I had a flat and destroyed the tire. I worked on getting the spare out when a mid sized truck stopped and the driver offered to help. He could tell that I was an American, as hard as I tried my accent wasn't perfect. He helped me change the tire and offered to follow me into the next town where I could buy another spare tire. When I got into the car he swatted me on the ass and said let's go and we will see each other when we get to town.

    We got to this small town and we stopped near the center of town and he went to find a shop where I could get a new tire. They didn't have a new one for that size rim, and they wanted way too much money for a used tire. But continuing without a spare wasn't an option. My friend, he was my friend now, put his arm around my shoulder and said there was nothing to do, leave the car and they would get the tire on and we should go get a beer and something to eat.

    We left the shop and the car and truck there and walked to this restaurant. It wasn't full. We sat down and the waitress brought a menu and we ordered a couple of beers. When she left the beers with us, my friend leaned forward and grabbed my hand and asked me in Spanish if I liked to fuck. He said we could fuck real well in that town, and anyway it was getting dark and I shouldn't be on the road at night. We had dinner with him sitting way to close to me, speaking in whispers in Spanish, he asked me if I had a Gringo dick, if I had been cut when I was born.

    Too much was going on and his questions were getting very weird and he put his hand on my thigh and grabbed my dick in his hand and said tonight I will fuck you, tonight you are going to suck my dick, tonight you are going to be mine you little son of a bitch. All of this was in whispered Spanish, he had his hand tight on my dick, and he said that tonight he was going to give me his Mexican dick.

    He called over the waitress and asked where we could stay that night and gave her some money to make a reservation for us. We left the restaurant, his arm around my shoulder, whispering what he was going to do that night. When I got to the repair shop, I paid for the tire and they put it in the trunk. He said to follow him, the hotel was a three blocks away. I was in the drivers seat and he leaned down and told me to follow him, he was going to fuck me that night. He stared at me and said that I wanted his dick, didn't I? I said yes, and I followed him to the hotel.

    Only once before had I been with a man, and that was when I was in high school with the owner of the local hamburger joint that we went to in high school. As I drove behind the truck I kept asking myself what I was doing, I had to be crazy, but I followed and parked and got out of the car and he got the room and we took our bags into the room and he grabbed me from behind and humped me a couple of times.

    He had me undress and he played with my dick, he sucked my dick, he played with my ass, he sucked my nipples. He got undressed, his dick was dark, almost black. He got hard fast and he offered me his dick and I sucked him. I sucked him, it wasn't a faint or a half assed effort, I sucked him. It all came up from inside of me, holding his dick and sucking him with my eyes closed. He kept calling me gringo, I was Mexican but American Mexican, I wasn't gringo, but he called me gringo.

    We spent a good amount of time playing with our dicks, sucking dick, he fingered me for a while, gently to heat me up. He told me I was going to enjoy it. I laid back on the bed and he raised my legs and I felt his dick against my ass and soon he was in, fucking me, I tried to jack off while he fucked me but it was no use, I just laid back and enjoyed it. After he was done, he leaned down and sucked my dick with a long hard suck. He used his hand to get me hard and sucked me and using his hand he got me to get off. That night we slept naked on the bed, he let me play with his dick and he played with mine.

    The next day he went along his route and I took my route and made it to my mother's aunt's house late in the afternoon, just as planned.

    #38917 — Comments (2) — Jan 18, 2018 at 4:51 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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