Headed To The Country
I headed to the country, up to the shack, I was picking up Nick on the way.
I went in a round about way to pick up some pot from Jumbo. he took his time answering the door, and just when I thought I was going to have leave without it, the front door to his warehouse cracked open and Jumbo’s face poked through the crack. “Oh good, it’s you.”
“I called you and we organised…
“Yes, yes, I know, I know,” as he threw opened the door. His hair was greasy, he was shirtless and sweaty, all he had on was a pair of those skimpy jogging shorts. “Come in.”
“How are you?”
“Yeah, good.” He walked across to a table against the wall just inside. “Here.”
He turned back and looked at me. “Were you perving on my arse?”
“No,” I said.
“No, I don’t have undies on.” He pulled the leg of his shorts across and his big cock and balls fell into sight.
“I didn’t think…”
“Yes, I have a cock ring on.” He grabbed his cock and balls in his hand. “Here,” he said again. He pushed the bag of pot at me.
He started stroking his cock with his other hand, as if I wasn’t there.
“I wanted…”
“Two, yes, I have the other one.” He turned around and picked up another bag, then spun around and handed me that bag.
“These are sticky with lube.
“Hardly surprising since I’ve been masturbating for three days.” He started stroking his cock again, which was getting hard.
I started to get the money from my pocket.
“Keep it, and go, otherwise I’ll want you to stay and watch me wank.”
“What have you…”
“Yeah, meth. I can’t stop pulling myself, it is great stuff.” He stood in front of me and masturbated more intently. He’s got a big, angry cock.
“Get out will you,” he said impatiently. “Otherwise, you’ll have to pull me off.”
I stepped over to Jumbo until I was standing right in front of him. He let go of his dick and moved his hands to his sides. Jumbo’s big cock bounced in front of him. I looked down. Jumbo looked down too. I’d love to stay here and…” I took Jumbos thick cock in my hand, it was fat and hard and solid. I squeezed. It was hot and sticky. “You have a great cock.”
“Oh god,” said Jumbo. “Please play with it.”
It was well lubed. I squeezed it hard.
“Ohhhhh fuuuck you don’t know how good that feels.” Jumbo’s teeth chatted.
“Okay, thanks,” I said. I let go of his spongy dick. “I have to go.”
“Oh, can’t you stay…”
“No, sorry. Thanks for this.” I walked to the door and opened it. I looked back. “See you.” Jumbo was shaking as he pulled himself.
“Oh… yeah…”
I headed to the car. My hands were covered in lube. I got a towel from the boot, but it didn’t really clean all the lube off completely.
I got to Kensington pretty quickly, Nick was waiting on his veranda.
I got out of the car. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No, you’re not late, I was just ready that’s all.”
“I just need to wash my hands.”
“Wash your hands?”
“Don’t ask.”
Nick opened the front door, grumbling. “Why would you need to wash your hands?”
“They are sticky,” I said. “I should have washed them before I left.”
“What were you doing?”
I didn’t answer and I headed up his hallway. Nick’s house is minimalist and it is perfumed. I washed my hands.
I stepped out onto the veranda again. “Let’s go.”
We headed up the Calder. I put on Earth, Wind and Fire, September. Nick and I sang along as we passed the airport turn off.
We stopped at Calder Park and ate KFC.
It was dark when we got to Macedon.
I lit a fire. We rolled joints and fell asleep on the couch.
I went in a round about way to pick up some pot from Jumbo. he took his time answering the door, and just when I thought I was going to have leave without it, the front door to his warehouse cracked open and Jumbo’s face poked through the crack. “Oh good, it’s you.”
“I called you and we organised…
“Yes, yes, I know, I know,” as he threw opened the door. His hair was greasy, he was shirtless and sweaty, all he had on was a pair of those skimpy jogging shorts. “Come in.”
“How are you?”
“Yeah, good.” He walked across to a table against the wall just inside. “Here.”
He turned back and looked at me. “Were you perving on my arse?”
“No,” I said.
“No, I don’t have undies on.” He pulled the leg of his shorts across and his big cock and balls fell into sight.
“I didn’t think…”
“Yes, I have a cock ring on.” He grabbed his cock and balls in his hand. “Here,” he said again. He pushed the bag of pot at me.
He started stroking his cock with his other hand, as if I wasn’t there.
“I wanted…”
“Two, yes, I have the other one.” He turned around and picked up another bag, then spun around and handed me that bag.
“These are sticky with lube.
“Hardly surprising since I’ve been masturbating for three days.” He started stroking his cock again, which was getting hard.
I started to get the money from my pocket.
“Keep it, and go, otherwise I’ll want you to stay and watch me wank.”
“What have you…”
“Yeah, meth. I can’t stop pulling myself, it is great stuff.” He stood in front of me and masturbated more intently. He’s got a big, angry cock.
“Get out will you,” he said impatiently. “Otherwise, you’ll have to pull me off.”
I stepped over to Jumbo until I was standing right in front of him. He let go of his dick and moved his hands to his sides. Jumbo’s big cock bounced in front of him. I looked down. Jumbo looked down too. I’d love to stay here and…” I took Jumbos thick cock in my hand, it was fat and hard and solid. I squeezed. It was hot and sticky. “You have a great cock.”
“Oh god,” said Jumbo. “Please play with it.”
It was well lubed. I squeezed it hard.
“Ohhhhh fuuuck you don’t know how good that feels.” Jumbo’s teeth chatted.
“Okay, thanks,” I said. I let go of his spongy dick. “I have to go.”
“Oh, can’t you stay…”
“No, sorry. Thanks for this.” I walked to the door and opened it. I looked back. “See you.” Jumbo was shaking as he pulled himself.
“Oh… yeah…”
I headed to the car. My hands were covered in lube. I got a towel from the boot, but it didn’t really clean all the lube off completely.
I got to Kensington pretty quickly, Nick was waiting on his veranda.
I got out of the car. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No, you’re not late, I was just ready that’s all.”
“I just need to wash my hands.”
“Wash your hands?”
“Don’t ask.”
Nick opened the front door, grumbling. “Why would you need to wash your hands?”
“They are sticky,” I said. “I should have washed them before I left.”
“What were you doing?”
I didn’t answer and I headed up his hallway. Nick’s house is minimalist and it is perfumed. I washed my hands.
I stepped out onto the veranda again. “Let’s go.”
We headed up the Calder. I put on Earth, Wind and Fire, September. Nick and I sang along as we passed the airport turn off.
We stopped at Calder Park and ate KFC.
It was dark when we got to Macedon.
I lit a fire. We rolled joints and fell asleep on the couch.
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