e bed…..anything’s better than out here…..in the dark….on a bunch of towels…..” I sighed with relief.
I stopped my grinding. He stopped his. We kissed softly a few more times. I stood up and looked at the RV, trying to judge the distance, w how I’d be able to keep my hands off this hot stud for less than 10 yards. I looked down at Brian. He was attempting to get into a position to stand up without falling over into the adjat campfire or the dirt oher side of the towels. I stood over him and grabbed his hand to help him up. There I was, and 18 year old high school wrestler, six feet tall, 170 pounds of skin and well-ditioned muscle. I was hot, sweaty, pretty smashed, ravenously horned beyond belief, rock hard, and standing over a 21 year old championship swimmer who was in the same dition I was in, only allegedly “straight”.
I got him to his knees. He definitely was not “straight”…..Especially when, instead of standing up, he took one good look at my hard, pre-cum-covered, glistening, throbbing, pulsating cock, and started sug on it like a starving calf on its mother’s teat. I tried in vain to get him to stop……yeah right…..I tried real hard…..aually gave up and just started running my fihrough his dark-drown, tousled sweat-drenched hair, as he tried to take more and more of my hard dito his mouth and down his throat. My legs grew weaker and weaker as he mao slurp and suck more of my coto his warm wet mouth. Eventually my knees buckled and I was back down on the heap of towels with Brian going gonzo on my cock. His head was bobbing up and down on my cod he was moaning and groaning louder than I was. I thrashed my head bad forth and flailed my arms around in pre-asmic bliss. Frat-dude “straight-boy” Brian was giving some of the best head I had ever received.
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Ask “straight” brother Dave how his frat-bro “straight” Brian learned how to suother dude’s cock like a “not-sht-dude” cock-sug pro…..
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