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The commencement address droned on. I shifted in my seat, eighteen and anxious to be rid of the gown and mortarboard which I considered the last vestiges of high school. I heard not a word of the speech. My attention was focused on the section of the stage where the faculty sat. For there, in the midst of his colleagues, sat Paul Goliath, a history teacher. I thought Mr. Goliath was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. Most of the students had similar thoughts but I was the one who, for the past three years, in class, at ball games and in the hall between classes, had always caught Mr. Goliath’s eye. I knew what was on his mind and this was the night I'd been waiting for. The ceremony finally came to an end. There were cheers. and glad-hands all around and I pushed and shoved my way through the happy throng, managing to catch Mr. Goliath at the door. "Mr. Goliath, my parents are heading straight to a party. Could I maybe get a ride home from you?" I hurried away, pleased with the way I’d taken the bull by the horns. In a matter of minutes we were in his car and on our way. "Tell me, Mark, how did you like Dr. Fairbornes' address?" he asked. "l'll tell you the truth, Mr. Goliath, I didn't hear a word of it." "Couldn't wait for it to end?" "Yeah." I very much doubted that he fully understood but I knew he soon would. My parents were pillars of the community and Mr. Goliath was suitably impressed by our house. "Want to see the inside? ' Mom's a great decorator. It's really terrific, all antiques. Come on in." I was amazed at how well my plan was working. "Oh, this is beautiful,” he remarked as he stepped inside. "Please, excuse me, Mr. Goliath, I’ll be right back. Feel free to look around" I hurried to my room and quickly undressed. The blue silk robe was waiting where I'd left it. I'd posed in front of the mirror a thousand times before deciding on the blue robe. Before tying the sash, I went to the mirror. I smiled as I checked out my ace in the hole. I was very proud of my cock. Completely limp, it measured eight inches and grew to ten inches with the slightest provocation. More than once in the past three years, I'd caught Mr. Goliath’s gaze resting on the impossible-to-conceal bulge in my pants. I tied the sash and headed downstairs. Mr. Goliath was still in the study. "Ever see so many books?" I asked, seating myself on the ledge of the fireplace. I knew I was driving the thirty year old history teacher to distraction, but I loved it. "Uh—thanks for letting me see the house, Mark, but I really should be" "Paul..." The use of his first name really caught his attention. "I'm not a student anymore. I know what you've been wanting the past three years. Tonight you can have it." I opened the robe, revealing what lay beneath, stopping him in mid-sentence. He walked over to where I sat waiting and knelt between my parted legs. "I once heard a couple of coaches joking about you. I was dying to see for myself. Yes, I like it." My huge dick grew to its full size before Paul's hungry eyes. "Those coaches saw it in the shower. They never saw it up close. They never saw it hard. They never felt it. They never kissed it. They never took it in their mouths. They never had it cum inside them.“ My words and Paul's intense stare caused my dick to twitch and grow even harder, oozing pre-cum down its thick, veiny shaft. Paul was mesmerized. The very thought of feeling it inside him caused him to grow hard. "Take off your clothes, Paul. Get me wet. Get me really wet. I want to fuck you. I want to drive you crazy with my dick!" Dumbly, he obeyed, rising and quickly shedding his tuxedo. Paul was solid muscle and my eyes danced across each chiseled curve of the man's fantastic body. When he slipped from his shorts I was delighted by the sight of Paul's own hard, throbbing eight inches. He smiled. I returned the smile as he knelt and reached slowly for the object of his affection. He bent forward to the task at hand, licking and kissing my masterpiece, leaving thick globs of saliva along its silken shaft. When I was drenched, he stood up, turned around and I grasped his firm cheeks and spread them wide. Hungrily, I shoved my face between them. Paul moaned ecstatically as my tongue found its mark and lathered his tender hole. I pulled away, ready. With my guidance, Paul stepped up onto the brick hearth, straddling my thighs. I held my aching dick as he squatted to meet me. The head made contact and Paul gasped loudly as it snapped past his sphincter. Paul held his breath and sank down, taking my full, thick ten inches. Tears of, pain welled in Paul's tightly shut eyes but there was no way he was going to stop. He wrapped his arms about his neck and I buried my face in his chest. Slowly, as he became accustomed to the pain, he began to rise and sink on my dick. We were both in heaven. This was the best graduation present I could ever get!
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Rick came in and passed my door on the way to his room. He saw me and stopped in my doorway. "Studying?" he asked. "Yeah. Say, uh, I borrowed your blue shirt this morning. I hope you don't mind." "Hey, you should know by now, Jeff, that you can have anything you want from me," he paused a moment for dramatic effect and then repeated, "Anything." Rick turned and continued on down the hall. I just sat there wondering what he'd meant. He couldn't have meant it the way it sounded, could he? He was a real beauty—excellent body, all-American face, curly brown hair, and a really sexy air about him. I'd had my eye on him ever since he moved in in September but I'd never made a move because he seemed as straight as an arrow and I wasn't willing to risk our growing friendship. But I couldn't let what he'd said just pass by like that so I closed my hall. I stopped in his doorway. He was lying on his side, facing away from the door, on his single bed. He was wearing only a pair of white briefs. "Rick, uh, what you just said—what exactly did you mean?" He remained motionless in his semi-fetal position. I wanted him so badly at that moment that I needed no further invitation; the look in his eyes was all it took. I stepped inside and locked his door just in case our other roommate returned early from his class. I sat beside Rick and ran a hand over his broad, muscular back. He didn't respond and I realized he wasn't going to respond. I turned my attention to the lower half of his body. I put my hand on the thin cotton that separated me from the firm, round mounds of his ass. I could feel his heat. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. I stood up and stepped out of my cutoffs and kicked off my flops. My dick was already hard just thinking about ramming into his hole. I climbed onto the bed and knelt astride his back, facing his feet. I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs under the elastic waist-band and peeled back his briefs, revealing his firm, white ass. As I leaned forward my throbbing cock and aching balls cradled between his shoulder blades. I started at the base of his spine and licked my way between those beautiful cheeks. I detected a faint movement as his hips rose to allow me better access. I took a mound of muscle in each hand and spread them apart. My tongue sought and found the tight little pucker of his asshole. As I lay atop him with my face buried between his cheeks, he began to moan and squirm beneath me. I flooded his ass with my spit, lapping at that hole. When my tongue forced its way past his sphincter he sighed and moaned, grinding his cock into the mattress below him. When his ass was well -soaked with spit and my dick was wet with pre-cum, I moved around and straddled his thighs. Almost violently, I shoved my hot rod between his cheeks and lunged forward. He cried out against the pillow as I sank deeply into him. I forced my legs between his and pulled him to his knees. I wanted to give him a fucking he'd never forget. With my hands on his hips, I found my rhythm and began to ride him like an unbroken stallion—which is exactly what he was. I pounded into him with a fury I never knew I had. He cursed and moaned and whimpered and slammed back against me for more. I leaned on his back and wrapped an arm about his waist, never slowing my onslaught. My free hand went to his hard, hot, throbbing dick. I beat his meat with the same fury that I fucked his ass. He cried out and I could feel his dick twitching and I knew that he was cumming. That sent me over the edge and I made one last, desperate plunge and erupted deep inside him. We collapsed together and I could feel the results of his massive orgasm on the sheet beneath him. Slowly, inevitably, my cock shrank from his tight, hot hole. I reluctantly rose from the bed, pulled on my shorts, and picked up my flops. I headed for the door But then I turned back. Finally, he looked at me. There was a smile on his face. "You got a big fucking dick. I can't believe I could handle it!" For the rest of the time Rick and I were roommates, I'd dick his ass every time our other roommate was out of the apartment. By the end of the semester, Rick's hole got so spread loose from our buttfucking that I bought him this huge butt plug as a good-bye present. He hasn't talked to me since 'cause his mother was around when he opened it up. Oh well...
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My hunk of a brother-in-law finally found a job in far off Seattle and he and my sister moved out of the family home. I was devastated. Tom, who'd convinced me my sister was frigid, had got me to suck his cock and spread my eighteen year old buns for him one night and several times later in the months that followed. He never sucked on my dick, but he'd slipped into my room at least three nights a week to get his dick off. I'd gotten to be really good working that stud cock of his and, once he left, all that was over. For a while anyway. I guess a month had gone by, a month of jerking-off to the memory of Tom's hot cock sliding in me from all points, when a school friend named Lee came over to shoot a few baskets in our driveway. Lee was one of those all-around jocks and I'd had several beat-off fantasies about his tight hard body. In my fantasies, I did all the dick sucking. Lee would set the pattern Tom got going with me; always giving, never receiving. Anyway, the day was warm and soon we were both hot and sweaty. I asked Lee if he wanted a lemonade and he told me he'd rather have a shower. Too bad since my father didn't like showers and never had one installed. We only used bathtubs. But Lee thought that was okay; said it didn't make any difference to him. Nobody else was home so I turned on some tapes and he sat on the john while I stripped down in front of him. We talked about school, about our plans for college as we both got naked. We'd seen each other plenty of times in the school showers so it was no big deal. I hopped in the bathtub first, washed down and rinsed off while our conversation continued. Once I got out, I rinsed the tub, toweled down and Lee took his turn. I sat on the edge of the tub as the conversation took off onto cunt fucking, and some of the sleazy whores he'd rammed with his fat, hard cock. At the mention of the word "cock", I couldn't get my eyes off his crotch. When he laid back in the water, his dick and balls floated upward, like they were searching for my mouth. He didn't have any body hair other than a thick patch down around his cock and balls. Finally, I tore my eyes away from his crotch and looked up to meet his steady stare. There was no expression in his eyes, he just kept talking trivialities.. But I knew, absolutely knew, that he wanted me to suck him off. Blatant now, I kept returning my gaze to his cock. Slowly he soaped it, gently milking it and fondling his balls. He didn't get hard, but it got longer and thicker. I stopped talking altogether and just stared at his cock. Rinsing himself thoroughly, Lee finally stood. Then he stepped out of the tub.. From where I sat, his fat, clean cock was just inches from my mouth. I looked up at him, waiting for a signal. Still he said nothing. Then he moved his hips forward just a fraction of an inch. Somehow I knew it was okay so I reached for his balls and pulled him closer. I looked up. No expression, not a word. But his rod was hardening fast. I leaned forward to lick and kiss the head of it. Lee took a deep breath and moved closer. With a moan, I opened wide and sucked him inside my mouth. Tom, my brother-in-law, had been a good teacher He told me many times that as a cocksucker I had no equal. And when I sucked Tom off, he had to put a pillow over his face 'cause he moaned and groaned and would have awakened the whole family with all the noise he was making if he hadn't had the pillow over his face. Once, when the family was out, he let me suck him for hours. And he really let himself go. Talking dirty, moaning, yelping, calling out encouragement when my jaws grew tired. It was a real turn-on. Today, with Lee, I sucked harder. I slid his big cunt rammer down my throat and tried to swallow it up to his nuts. I buried my nose in Lee's dick hair. It smelled of soap, clean like his cock was clean. Again I took it all the way down my throat and now Lee began to pump, nice and slow I cupped his balls in one hand and reached around to play with his asshole with the other. But he took it away and put it on his flat belly. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked his nuts and the insides of his thighs. Still not a sound out of him, but after a minute, he guided his thick prong back to my lips. I knew he was about ready to cum. His balls slapped against my chin. I sucked harder. Now Lee took my face in his two big hands and held me firm on his meat, fucking my face fast and hard. I could feel the cum starting its journey into my mouth. And then he shot his hot, sweet load; spurt after spurt down my throat. I listened for a sound, but all I got was a sucking noise as he pulled air in between clenched teeth. Finally he pulled out and I cleaned. him off with my tongue. Not a word from him. Back in my bedroom, we got dressed, Lee finally started speaking—but only generalities—not a word of what had just transpired. We replayed that scene pretty often after that, usually in his car at night, once or twice in my bedroom when we were supposed to be studying. And never once did he say a word, never once did he let out a moan of pleasure. And never once did we discuss it. Our silent sex continued throughout our Freshman days in college until Lee finally met some tramp bitch and gave up cock sucking altogether; or, at least as far as I knew To this day Tom and Lee were my only all-male sex experiences and I beat-off daily thinking about their young, hairy cocks sliding into me and pumping me full of their white, thick dick loads.
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It was the summer of my eighteenth year. My parents had rented a cabin in the mountains. If I'd had a choice I'd have stayed in the city. I missed my friends, my bicycle and the television. I wasn't much of a reader either so, by the end of the third day, I was bored to death. A few days later another family moved into the nearest cabin, about a quarter mile down the road. I was saved. They had a son, Kevin, who was my age. We hit it off immediately. I guess we were a lot alike. He said they'd spent the previous summer there, too, and he was so bored he almost died. After those fast few days I could certainly understand that. Kevin and I got in the habit of getting up early, packing a lunch, and going on all day hikes. One day we found a spot we really liked that wasn't far from the cabins so we’d just go there each day, spend the whole day talking, and then go back home. As I look back, I feel as though Kevin planned it all from the beginning. He brought the blanket so we could "lie in the sun'. The next day he suggested we strip to our underwear so our legs would, get tan. A couple of days later it was his idea we "get really daring" and get all-over tans. As night follows day, he led the conversation to sex and "jerking off'. Then, one day, it was no longer just conversation and Kevin masturbated right there in front of me. The next day, we both took matters in hand—and the next, and the next. Soon, we were rushing to our spot where we’d spend the entire day with our cocks in our respective hands. Whether through naiveté or stupidity, I thought of us as just two boys messing around. I continued to think of us in that way until one day late in the summer. The day was almost over as we lay there drained from countless cumming. "Once more before we go?" I asked, reaching down to urge my tender cock to life. Kevin turned to me. After so many days I was still unprepared for what followed. "Would you let me beat you off?" It really hadn't crossed my mind and I was surprised at how fast I agreed. Kevin propped himself up on one elbow and reached out for my already hardening cock. A whole new depth of sensation washed over me as Kevin's fingers wrapped themselves around my aching flesh. As drained as I was, I knew immediately that Kevin's manipulations mould not be in vain. As he stroked me with ever increasing speed I began to moan and writhe and clutch spasmodically at the blanket beneath us. When the moment arrived and my warm cream began spurting from my swollen cockhead, Kevin felt no compunction to stop and pumped on through my feeble pleas of protest 'til I could cum no more. I lay there whimpering and gasping, my semen puddled on my belly. Then Kevin did, what seemed to me, the strangest thing. He suspended himself above me as though at the top of a push-up and lowered himself 'til the tip of his own hard cock dipped into my cum. For half a minute or so he moved his hips ever so slightly as though stirring my batter with his cock. Suddenly, he stiffened and his cum spurted out and mixed with mine. Drained, Kevin lowered his knees astride my hips and our limp, sticky cocks nestled together. He lowered his face to mine. In my innocence, I thrilled to the feeling of his tongue as it slid wetly across my lips, not realizing it was seeking permission to enter—permission I gladly would have given. Kevin suddenly went cold and hurriedly dressed. We walked back in silence. When we hit the road we turned our separate ways. The next morning I waited at our rendezvous point but he didn't show I ran to his cabin. It was empty. I'm sure he knew the previous day would be his last but he hadn't told me. Our family returned to the mountains the next year His did not. I'm thirty now. I'm married and have a family. Every summer we go to the mountains to the same cabin my parents rented. Stupid as it seems, I always get up early and walk to that little clearing and wait about fifteen minutes before returning. Maybe some day, Kevin will be there.
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I lay there, stark naked in the darkness, my mind a fog of booze and pot. I thought hard and remembered. The party had gotten noisy and a little out of hand. Some really hunky number had invited me into the spare bedroom. There, on the floor, he'd given my ass a really royal fucking. When he left, he switched off the light. Then, sometime later, the door opened and another hard-licked stud took advantage of my upturned buns. Another followed him, then another. During the course of the evening, nine different men plowed into my hungry hole. As I lay there, the noise lessened and finally ceased completely. Just as I was about to get up and search for my scattered clothes, the door opened and closed again and I was no longer alone in the darkness. A warm body stretched out beside me. A hot tongue slipped into my ear. I turned my head and met the probing tongue with my own. A hand slid between my thighs and four searching fingers worked into my slimy, oozing hole. "How many?" he asked. "Nine." "Oh, god,' he whispered, turning and rubbing his hard, throbbing cock against my hip. His fingers worked faster and more insistently inside me. Shortly, they withdrew and from the sounds he made I knew he was licking them clean. He scrambled up and knelt by my head. "Turn over." I rolled onto my back. "Kick up your legs." I lifted my legs. Blindly, he grabbed them, doubling me back and hooking the backs of my knees under his armpits. His tongue searched for and found my slick, puckered hole and lapped inside. Ravenously, he licked and sucked at my battered asshole making sounds like a hungry mutt at a bowl of gravy. His hot, juicy cock bobbed against my face and I succeeded in capturing it between my lips. I sucked crazily at its swollen head as he savored the collective cum of nine hot men. I think it had less to do with my expertise as a cocksucker than with his delirious lust at cleaning me out, but he began to cum, filling my mouth to overflowing with his bittersweet cream. When he'd spent his last drop, he pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. Keeping me doubled up, he managed to stuff his half-hard meat into my gaping hole. Then he froze—absolutely still. "What the--?" "Shhhh. Just wait". I waited and then, all of a sudden, a steaming hot sensation overwhelmed me. He was pissing inside me! The feeling was incredible. I reached up to my own hard dick and stroked it wildly. Even before he'd finished pissing, I shot my load all over my face. He pulled out, begging me to hold it. With great difficulty, I did. He quickly lay down beside me. "Hurry! Sit on my face." I scrambled to my knees and squatted above him. "Now!" I relaxed my sphincter and, instead of a stream, an explosion of piss burst onto his face. He squirmed and whimpered with delight. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Back in the spare bedroom I had to turn on the light to find my clothes. Lying asleep in a pool of piss was the really horny number who'd started it all. Some party.
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I'd roomed with Joe for six months, but he didn't know I was gay. I longed to hold him in my arms—to make love to him, but I knew I never would. He had a vehement hatred for `queers', a word he used far too often. We were college juniors and lived in a nice apartment complex with a private balcony. One day I pulled on my little bikini and went to tell Joe I was going for a swim. He was stretched out in the lounge chair on the balcony wrapped in a towel as he'd been waiting for his turn in the shower. He was flipping through a girlie magazine, interested only in the pictures. "I'm going down to the pool, Joe." "Fine—see you later," he said, without even glancing in my direction. "Oh—uh, how long will you be gone?" "About an hour." It was an unusually bright day and I no sooner reached the pool than I decided to return for my sunglasses. I stepped inside the apartment and immediately learned the reason for Joe's curiosity. The towel and magazine lay beside the lounge. Joe's hands were at his groin, rhythmically massaging his cock and balls. I quickly tiptoed to a vantage point where I could see Joe but he couldn't see me. His beautifully shaped feet were propped up on the balcony railing. How I ached to slip my tongue between his long shapely toes. My gaze traveled the length of his muscular legs to where his hands cupped what I longed for most. His beautiful chest rose and fell as his breathing quickened. His nipples hardened as his passion increased. His tongue slid over his lips leaving them moist and shiny. How I longed to run my own tongue between his lips. His hands fell away and I held my breath as I watched his magnificent meat rise up and throb invitingly in the summer air, thick, creamy pre-cum oozing from its tip. He kneaded his swollen nuts for what seemed an eternity before getting down to serious business. Taking his dick in hand he began with long, slow strokes that soon increased in speed to spastic jerks. Reaching the pinnacle, he drew his hand away. His dick stood straight up, pausing a split second, before bursting and sending rivers of semen to spill down the shaft like ice cream melting over a cone. I quickly slipped from the apartment, dazed by what I'd witnessed. Returning to the pool I seemed to be getting more than my share of quick glances and outright stares. I passed it off as my imagination. But it wasn't my imagination. As I sat in the deck chair, I had a rather squishy sensation. I looked down and to my embarrassment my bikini was cum soaked. A huge, dark, wet spot glistened boldly in the 'sunlight. In my overwhelming desire for Joe I had literally creamed my jeans—so to speak. I never knew that sort of thing was possible until now.
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I was staying with some friends in Beantown for a few weeks and enjoying any number of "liberties" our founding fathers didn't actually intend, I'm sure. However, my dick sure knows freedom from want I can tell you. Yesterday, after a particularly active night, I decided to just hang around the apartment and recharge my nearly depleted batteries when what do you suppose I found? And, literally right under my nose! Just beneath my bedroom window is a bit of an annex of the apartment below with a window of its own. And, this window of my friend's downstairs neighbor belongs to his 18 year old son who is now in his final semester of high school. I've seen this kid once or twice as we passed either in the elevator or the lobby and he's a fucking knockout. His hair is almost blue-black. Dark, dark eyes burn out of the cutest face you can imagine and his skin is naturally tawny and hairless. I would assume he's either a swimmer or a track star since his body is lean. Anyway, yesterday after lunch I grabbed a cup of coffee and wandered over to the window seat in my bedroom just to sit and gaze, killing time until my friends came home, when movement in the room below caught my eye. He was sitting at a flattop desk shoved against the sill. The shades were up and he was talking on the phone. He sat leaning backwards in a tilting chair with his feet up on the desk and was cradling the phone under his left chin. As I sat, staring down at him I realized he had wrapped a handkerchief over the mouthpiece. There were papers scattered about the desk but I couldn't really see them too well. So I ran and got my glasses from the next room. They weren't papers at all ... but, magazines! Singles magazines! This kid was answering an ad! With his right hand he was massaging his crotch. Whomever was on the other end of the line was working him up and my cock was telescoping fast to a rock-hard stiffness. With three fingers he rubbed up and down, up and down, caressing that anxious dick in his jeans; readjusting his seat every once in awhile as his cock grew longer. Then, shit almighty! He unbuttoned his fly and slipped his fingers inside for heavy duty jerking. Then, with a quick flip he pulled damn near 12 fat inches of gorgeous dick out of his pants. He started to stroke it with long, easy moves. Stopping for a brief pause, he spit in his hand and rubbed that mammoth prick, making it jump in quick, little jerks. I pulled myself out of the bay window and dropped my pants and pulled my sweater up and over my head. Except for my socks I was butt-ass naked. I crawled back onto the window seat and looked down. He was just hanging up the phone and his right hand lifted to his mouth again and dropped to his cock with another palm full of spittle. With his left hand he reached under his shirt to rub his stomach as his right hand jerked his dick. Then he shoved his shirt up above his nipples and I could see him pinch first one and then the other as his other hand never missed a beat jerking on his cock. I leaned closer to the glass and stretched out my body at such an angle that he could see me if he ever looked up, but, shit, I didn't care. My nuts were groaning with a load that was begging to be shot and the cheeks of my ass were quivering with little stars of excitement. By now he had pushed his trousers down around a pair of thighs whose definition defies description. Jeez! Bronze and chiseled to within a fraction of a Michelangelo statue. I could see them contract and relax as his buttocks heaved forward, pushing his cock harder into his hand. Suddenly he stood up! But he didn't move away. Instead he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then stepped gingerly out of his pants. He stood there in bare-assed glory, his cock flagging back and forth above a sac of bull nuts that danced in opposition to the movement above them. He started, once more, to massage that double handful of meat of his ... pulling the skin way back until his hand butted against his abdomen and then pushing forward until he yanked his fabulous balls up and out in a kind of arc. He began to jerk faster and his left hand was traveling all over the young man's body. First, pinching tits, and then fingering beneath his crotch and up his asshole. His head was rotating in sensual abandon and his mouth gaped open a bit. Then, shit, he saw me! I was standing in the window seat, crushing my body against the glass and whipping my dick like a dervish gone mad. My nuts had dropped lower than I ever remembered and were slapping against the windowpane in agonizing pleasure. I couldn't stop. I didn't care if I had been caught. I kept beating on my cock as his eyes and mine caught and locked. But, obviously with a split second's thought, he didn't care, either. He climbed on top of his desk and moved. as close to his window as I was to mine. Pressing flat against it his body and cock glazed over from the effects of the glass as if varnished. Then, he pulled back just a hair and attacked his cock with what looked like a brutal force. Slowly he arched backward and thrusted his hips forward so I could see every vein along his shaft as they pulsated and bulged in ropelike proportions. I, too, leaned back so he could watch me beat my own meat. He sat down and pulled his legs high over his head, shoving his asshole to the window and reaching around with both hands he spread his rosebud into a gaping hole. Wider and wider, he pulled the lips apart until I could swear I saw deep into his cavernous well. He jumped around and, doggy style, shoved his ass to me from a different angle as he fingered his hole, sticking three of his fingers deep inside and then flicking himself. My skin tingled. My heart flew as if it would beat through my ribs and my breath came in short, gasping wheezes. My dick throbbed and my jism boiled in my groin. Then he jumped back to a standing position and began to pound on his dick as though he would pull it off his body. His head thrashed. His hips undulated and his shoulders scrunched. His whole being was a dancing, frenzied animal totally caught up in this ritual of wild masturbation; and, I mirrored him exactly. Two men, high above the city, whacking their fucking dicks in the window getting closer and closer to shooting their loads for all the world to see. Then, it happened! A humongous splash of cum hit his window, followed by another and another ... and, another until the panes were awash in white fluid dripping down in long, jelly-like rivulets. And, at exactly the same moment I felt the river of cream shoot up and out the tenderized head of my own cock. I, too, shot gob after gob of spunk against the windowpane until the outside was practically obliterated from view. As I spent the last of my load I glanced down to see our neighbor's boy kneel on his desk and lean his head forward. His tongue darted out and he licked greedily at the avalanching cum flowing down the glass. He licked and sucked at the window until every trace of his juice was eaten. Then, almost as if the whole thing had been some kind of theatrical production, he dropped the window shade ever so slowly and the room was shut from view. As I dressed and cleaned my own window I reflected on how extraordinary the afternoon had been and thought, perhaps, I just might stay a few days longer than planned. After all, windows like that are hard to find. But, I'll write again soon and let you know if it was just a one performance show ... with my luck, it probably was.
