Daniel and Ben
I was looking at some old photos and at varying times I came across photos of Ben (a different Ben) and Daniel (a different Daniel), guy's I have shared a house with over time.
Strapping Daniel with his movie star, dark-haired, good looks and his, alleged cock the size of a coke can. The boy who was such a top, with his great big schlong, that he hated anyone going near his pretty little arse. Daniel and I were mates and I never really wanted to do it with him. But, Daniel knew how to use his amazing good looks to his advantage and there were times when he'd use them on me, I think more out of habit that deliberately, that smile, the twinkle of his blue eyes, that I'd feel it, I have to admit. It was only on drugs that I fantasised about his giant cock.
And cute, blonde Ben, who was such a lad, a western suburbs boy, with his cheeky smile and hot, hot arse that he liked nothing better than getting filled on a regular basis. He was a total bottom, from all accounts. I used to ache for his arse, every time I saw him bend over and his jock's elastic and his hairy arse crack would appear. But, we were mates, and it never happened. Apparently, you couldn't give it to the little bitch hard enough. He liked it from behind on his knees with an amyl bottle up his nose.
I had appropriated a pair of worn jocks from both of them when I lived with them. Oh, they were just lying on their bedroom floors where the two of them had discarded them from the day before, and I took them. I remembered instantly holding Daniel's pale blue undies and Ben's faded maron jocks to my nose and masturbating quite a few times.
I wondered if I still had the jocks. I went and hunted in my wardrobe, and hidden away, in what I'd call my treasure spot I found them.
The front of Daniel's smelt like a foreskin and the rear of Ben's smelt like his hot, never say stop, arse.
I've just finished masturbating thinking about Daniel fucking Ben, with his enormous cock, alternating the jocks appropriately.
Strapping Daniel with his movie star, dark-haired, good looks and his, alleged cock the size of a coke can. The boy who was such a top, with his great big schlong, that he hated anyone going near his pretty little arse. Daniel and I were mates and I never really wanted to do it with him. But, Daniel knew how to use his amazing good looks to his advantage and there were times when he'd use them on me, I think more out of habit that deliberately, that smile, the twinkle of his blue eyes, that I'd feel it, I have to admit. It was only on drugs that I fantasised about his giant cock.
And cute, blonde Ben, who was such a lad, a western suburbs boy, with his cheeky smile and hot, hot arse that he liked nothing better than getting filled on a regular basis. He was a total bottom, from all accounts. I used to ache for his arse, every time I saw him bend over and his jock's elastic and his hairy arse crack would appear. But, we were mates, and it never happened. Apparently, you couldn't give it to the little bitch hard enough. He liked it from behind on his knees with an amyl bottle up his nose.
I had appropriated a pair of worn jocks from both of them when I lived with them. Oh, they were just lying on their bedroom floors where the two of them had discarded them from the day before, and I took them. I remembered instantly holding Daniel's pale blue undies and Ben's faded maron jocks to my nose and masturbating quite a few times.
I wondered if I still had the jocks. I went and hunted in my wardrobe, and hidden away, in what I'd call my treasure spot I found them.
The front of Daniel's smelt like a foreskin and the rear of Ben's smelt like his hot, never say stop, arse.
I've just finished masturbating thinking about Daniel fucking Ben, with his enormous cock, alternating the jocks appropriately.
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