James On The Kitchen Bench
James came over and sat on my kitchen bench. "Wasup?" He had on a black t-shirt over his muscular chest, his flat abs and his impossibly narrow waist. Small blue shorts, out of which came his hairy legs. I ran my hand up his leg, felt the hairs against my palm and over his substantial bulge; his balls and his cock pushed against my hand. He doesn't flinch. I massaged his soft balls and soft cock, until he started to stiffen up, started to grow, bulge in those little blue shorts.
"I just want it to be easy, no drama," says James. "Hassle free."
I've never met anyone as laid back as James.
"What have you been doing?" I ask.
"Nothing much, a few websites, not a lot."
That big lump where his legs join up, that pushes his jeans out so seductively, was in my grip. I slipped my hand under the elastic of the legs of his jocks, over his hairy nuts and sweaty dick.
He spread his legs wider. "You got smoke?"
James is straight, but we have been playing for a while. Ocasionally. He does web sites, so he doesn't work 9 to 5. I blow him, pretty much. That's what James comes around for, to smoke a joint and get sucked off.
He works on his computer for long hours, he says it's what brings him back to earth, ejaculation. He goes to the gym. He follows some healthy eating plan. He has the lists of additives in food stuck to his kitchen wall. So, as you may have guessed, he has an incredible body.
"Yeah, sure. I can roll you a joint?"
The olive oil jug is sitting next to him on the bench, I pull my hand out of his shorts, I pour a small amount of olive oil into the palm of my hand, and then I slide my hand back into his undies. His balls roll around slippery with oil in my hand. I slide my hand up and find his half hard cock and roll that around in the oliy palm of my hand.
He feels solid. Stiff. Hot. Hard.
"So, how about rolling it."
I pull his hard cock out of the leg of his shorts and wank him with my hand under his cock. He was fully fat and thick, like granite. Fat. Like a torpedo. Thick all the way along, only pointy at the end.
"Yeah. Sure." I pull my hand off him and take a step back. And there is handsome James, with his big, thick, hardon waving in the air between he and I.
He smiled his ruggedly handsome smile.
Big fat cock. Some people say big fat cock, but James is the real thing. Two hands can't cover it, one on top of the other. It's huge when you hold his shaft, up against his abdomen, you almost can't get your hand around it.
James' cock came out flat on the granite bench top, big and thick, hard like what it lay on. Red. Hot. Slippery.
"Roll the joint."
I took his thick cock in my hand. Then I kissed him, he kissed back, reluctantly at first, but then he got into it, he is a great kisser.
As we kissed, he barred up hard. I ran my hand down the underneath of it, as I kissed his warm, sweet lips.
After we had smoked the joint, he lays back against the kitchen wall and spreads his thick thighs and slides his hand up and down his cock. "You like my big cock, don't you?" He puts on a show. "You like how big it is?" He masterbates his huge hard cock. Up and down, up and down. His fingers are closed around the shaft tight, in a fist. His hand pumps his dick hard. Red, purple, his knob burns brightly. Slippery. Shiny. Angry.
I suck James hard cock, it is oily and hot. I suck him seductively, I'm really into his cock, big in my mouth, until it goes white-hot hard and he pulls it away and pulls it hard in the palm of his hand, fluid leaks out of him. He groans deeply in his throat.
"Do you want to see me cum?" He wanks really hard, his cock turns to rock, he shakes and moans, he spurts in huge wads of cum, that fly in the air in an arc and then land splat on the kitchen floor. His legs shake, his body spasms, as his cock shoots another spray of cum.
He groans seductively, James is a groaner. A talker, "Do you like that?" He pulls his still hard cock. "Do you like my big, fat cock?" He holds it up still and hard. "This is what I give my girlfriend, all of this." He squeezes the base and the shaft bulges. "Here, suck my knob. I want you to suck the cum off it."
He's a dirty talker, is James. I love it.
His slide his cock into my mouth, I suck all of his gizz off it. It's sticky and sour.
What a boy will do for pot?
"I just want it to be easy, no drama," says James. "Hassle free."
I've never met anyone as laid back as James.
"What have you been doing?" I ask.
"Nothing much, a few websites, not a lot."
That big lump where his legs join up, that pushes his jeans out so seductively, was in my grip. I slipped my hand under the elastic of the legs of his jocks, over his hairy nuts and sweaty dick.
He spread his legs wider. "You got smoke?"
James is straight, but we have been playing for a while. Ocasionally. He does web sites, so he doesn't work 9 to 5. I blow him, pretty much. That's what James comes around for, to smoke a joint and get sucked off.
He works on his computer for long hours, he says it's what brings him back to earth, ejaculation. He goes to the gym. He follows some healthy eating plan. He has the lists of additives in food stuck to his kitchen wall. So, as you may have guessed, he has an incredible body.
"Yeah, sure. I can roll you a joint?"
The olive oil jug is sitting next to him on the bench, I pull my hand out of his shorts, I pour a small amount of olive oil into the palm of my hand, and then I slide my hand back into his undies. His balls roll around slippery with oil in my hand. I slide my hand up and find his half hard cock and roll that around in the oliy palm of my hand.
He feels solid. Stiff. Hot. Hard.
"So, how about rolling it."
I pull his hard cock out of the leg of his shorts and wank him with my hand under his cock. He was fully fat and thick, like granite. Fat. Like a torpedo. Thick all the way along, only pointy at the end.
"Yeah. Sure." I pull my hand off him and take a step back. And there is handsome James, with his big, thick, hardon waving in the air between he and I.
He smiled his ruggedly handsome smile.
Big fat cock. Some people say big fat cock, but James is the real thing. Two hands can't cover it, one on top of the other. It's huge when you hold his shaft, up against his abdomen, you almost can't get your hand around it.
James' cock came out flat on the granite bench top, big and thick, hard like what it lay on. Red. Hot. Slippery.
"Roll the joint."
I took his thick cock in my hand. Then I kissed him, he kissed back, reluctantly at first, but then he got into it, he is a great kisser.
As we kissed, he barred up hard. I ran my hand down the underneath of it, as I kissed his warm, sweet lips.
After we had smoked the joint, he lays back against the kitchen wall and spreads his thick thighs and slides his hand up and down his cock. "You like my big cock, don't you?" He puts on a show. "You like how big it is?" He masterbates his huge hard cock. Up and down, up and down. His fingers are closed around the shaft tight, in a fist. His hand pumps his dick hard. Red, purple, his knob burns brightly. Slippery. Shiny. Angry.
I suck James hard cock, it is oily and hot. I suck him seductively, I'm really into his cock, big in my mouth, until it goes white-hot hard and he pulls it away and pulls it hard in the palm of his hand, fluid leaks out of him. He groans deeply in his throat.
"Do you want to see me cum?" He wanks really hard, his cock turns to rock, he shakes and moans, he spurts in huge wads of cum, that fly in the air in an arc and then land splat on the kitchen floor. His legs shake, his body spasms, as his cock shoots another spray of cum.
He groans seductively, James is a groaner. A talker, "Do you like that?" He pulls his still hard cock. "Do you like my big, fat cock?" He holds it up still and hard. "This is what I give my girlfriend, all of this." He squeezes the base and the shaft bulges. "Here, suck my knob. I want you to suck the cum off it."
He's a dirty talker, is James. I love it.
His slide his cock into my mouth, I suck all of his gizz off it. It's sticky and sour.
What a boy will do for pot?
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