Early Confessions - Bars

Early Confessions - Bars

By Jay

I would pick up guys from bars and take them home.  At first we only would jack off.  But then I decided to try sucking.  Fucking was not high on my list until this guy licked my asshole.  That sent shivers through my body.  The more he licked, the louder I moaned.  Then one day, a guy stuck his tongue deep into my ass and I screamed with pleasure. 

I was hooked.  I tried fucking guys and found it enjoyable.  So I tried getting fucked, but did not like it.  So I kept to my first preference which was sucking, especially 69.

If you experience the same feeling about bars, or want to share your experience growing up, or want to hear more from me then email me at storyman3119@gmail.com

Photos are welcome, but not necessary.

Early Confessions - Park

Early Confessions - Park

By Jay

When I live at home, I only looked at porn, never had anyone over or visited other guys until I moved out and on my own.  I would go to the park and lay out.  I would wear regular swim shorts.  I would see the guys wearing Speedo and wanted to wear something brief and sexy.  I first started to wear white bikini briefs.  I found when they were wet with sweat; my cock and balls would stand out as if I was wearing nothing. 

Then one day a guy walked over to me and saw my wet briefs and said that I might as wear nothing.  So I decided to do that.  I would go to the park and lay out nude to attract guys over, then go off into the woods and jack off with them.  I kept it to just jacking off whenever I was in the woods with strangers.   

If you experience the same feeling about laying out, or want to share your experience growing up, or want to hear more from me about Parks then email me at storyman3119@gmail.com

Photos are welcome, but not necessary.

Early Confessions - Briefs

Early Confessions - Briefs

By Jay

I knew when I was a teen that I was different but did not realize that I was gay.  During high school, I started to do things that were obvious that I was into boys.  I would go to the gym and watch the guys undress or shower.  I would 'pick up' briefs at the locker room.  So I would collect briefs.  I would go to them beach and watch the guys laying out in their Speedo. 

I liked all types of briefs, especially if they were the ones that I had ‘pick up’.  I would wear them and jack off in them.  I felt sexy wearing briefs, the tighter the better.

Sometime I would rip them off my body.  I would imagine that a guy found I was wearing his brief and get mad and tear them off of my body.  I even traded used briefs with guys through the mail. 

I still have my collection of briefs. 

If you experience the same feeling about underwear, or want to share your experience growing up, or hear more from me about briefs, then email me at storyman3119@gmail.com

Photos are welcome, but not necessary.

How Does He Do It

How Does He Do It

by Jay

I can think of better thinks to use that cock for.

Buddies - Part 2

Buddies

Part 2 of 2

Story by Jay

The suck fest continued every time we got together.  I was enjoying it but I wanted more.  Over the weeks I dreamt of having that cock fuck me.  It was now or never.  So I planned for our next encountered.

When we were finally alone and the other guys left, I kissed him and got him all worked up then I asked “Fuck me?”

Billy smiled and said “I was wondering when you were going to ask me.”  We headed for his room.  I jumped into his bed.  My cock was super hard and I watch Billy climb onto the foot of the bed.  He lifted my legs and spit on his cock.  I felt his cockhead pressing on my asshole. 

I closed my eyes and waited.  I felt Billy’s lips on mine, as he pushed and his cockhead popped pass my ass muscle and was now inside of me.  He started pumping and I moaned loud with each push.  It hurt but it also felt really good.

My cock was dripping precum.  I grabbed it and tried to jerk off in synch with Billy’s thrust.  I could not take it any longer and I rapidly jerked my cock until I shot hot cum onto my chest.  Billy increased his passed and quickly pulled out and leaned onto me and shot his load. 

I was now covered with both our loads.  We kissed and I never felt so good.

Billy and I are now roommates or should I say fuckmates.

Buddies - Part 1

Buddies

Part 1 of 2

By Jay

We banded together when we were little.  We never parted.  When we went to college we picked the same college and even roomed together.  Although we were close, I had the hots for Billy.   I wanted him so bad. 

After our freshman year in college, we got together to celebrate surviving our first year.  We were at Billy’s house.  His parents were away on vacation.  He suggested we skinny dip.  He wanted a picture of us four.  So he set the camera to auto shoot.  It was Billy to the right of me, then me, then to the left was Tom, and finally Eric.

This was the first time we were ever naked together.  I could not get my eyes off our Billy’s cock.  It was fantastic.  He had shaved all his pubes off.  This made his cock stand out.  I realized he was erect.  Even as the camera took the next picture and the next, my eyes were glued to his cock.

As the afternoon went on, Tom and Eric left and if was just Billy and I.  We were still naked sitting on the patio.  Billy took the camera and was looking at the pictures in the viewfinder.  Billy said “Pictures look good.  Seems like you were staring at my cock.”  I said I wasn’t and then he showed the pictures to me. 

I started to get an erection.  Billy pointed and said “See, there you go getting hard.”  I pushed his hand away and pointed at his cock and said “Well, look at your cock.”  I stared as he got bigger than before.  I was amazed and said “Wow, that is one sweet cock.  I have to have it.”

Billy smiled and said “Kiss me.  If you want my cock, kiss me.”  I reached over to where he was and kissed him flat on the lips.  It started as a quick kiss and turned into a long passionate kiss.  We were now both turned on with raging hardons. 

I decided to go for what I wanted all these years.  I had his cock in my mouth before he could stop me.  But he did not stop me; he laid back and seemed to enjoy it.  But I did not want to just suck his cock; I wanted him to suck my cock also.

I pulled my cock out and jerked it as I continued to suck Billy’s cock.  Before long, I felt his warm mouth around my cock.  Boy did it feel good.  We sucked and Billy came first.  His load filled my mouth.  He then consecrated on my cock, and shortly I shot my load.

Safari - Part 2

Safari

Story by Jay

Part 2 of 2

Once we made it back to camp, Mike headed for his tent.  I watch as he turned and looked at me and smiled.  He motioned for me to follow.  

 

I headed to his tent and stopped at the opening.  I saw him laying on his sleeping bag.  He was naked.  I entered and took off my clothes.  I laid next to him and we kissed.  He said, “Thanks for saving me.”  I said nothing.  We started to make love.  

In the jungle, I had fucked him.  Now it was his turn to fuck me.  I spread my legs and allowed him to insert his cock into me.  I laid back as he thrust his cock, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He thrust me only a few times before he let out a moan and came deep inside of me.

He removed his cock and continued to hold me.  He was shaking.  We kissed as we laid there listening to our heart beats.  He pointed to the opening to the tent.  The sun was setting.  We watch it not saying a word.  We drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning we made love one more time.  We took our time and savored every minute.  Every thrust was one more step closer to the end.  It was not the beginning but the end.  For today was the last day of our safari.  When we both climaxed, we laid there knowing it was over.

I returned to my tent and dismantled it.  We loaded up the van and headed back to civilization.  Mike and I sat next to each other in the van.  Our hands reached out and we held each other hands. 

We came from different parts of the country, and we were ready to leave and return to our own worlds.     

As we said goodbye, we both wondered if we would see each other ever again.  I invited Mike to come and visit me.  I smiled as he said he would.   

Safari - Part 1

Safari

Story by Jay

Part 1 of 2

I signed up to take a safari.  It was supposed to be safe, but something went wrong.  We left the campground and headed for the back country.  Everything was fine until the lion came out of nowhere.  We scattered in all directions.  I found a tree and climbed it to survey the area. No one was in sight.  The lion had disappeared.  Then I heard a noise.  It was one of the guys from the safari.  I yelled for him to climb the tree.  I reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him to safety.  Our fear brought us together.  We held each other in our arms.  I could feel his chest heaving as he inhaled and caught his breath.

His name was Mike.  He pressed himself against me.  His body laid next to my semi hard cock.  As I held him, I wondered “Would we become dinner for the lion?”  I imagined that this was the last time I would hold anyone.  My cock grew in size.  Mike must have noticed it.  His hand squeezed my cock.   

Hooked up to my face and our lips met.  Sparks flew as our tongues probed into each other’s mouth.  He undid my zipper and dug into my underwear and pulled my cock out.  I reached down and did the same to him.  I pulled down his shorts and his boxer briefs clung to his body.  I tugged at his waistband and inserted my hand and found his cock.  It was wet from precum.     

He massaged my cock and it rose to full erection.  He looked around and motioned to me to climb down to the ground.  I watch him remove his underwear and shorts.  When he reached the ground, he laid down, spreading his legs.  His cock was erect and dripping precum onto his stomach.

 

I climbed down, my cock hard and dripping also with precum.  I touch the ground and quickly inserted my cock into his asshole.  He moaned as I started to fuck him, slowly at first and then faster as if our life would be snuffed out by the lion.  We had only one thing in mind and that was to make love.

He moaned with each thrust.  My balls tightened as I got close to cumming.  His moans became cries of passion.  He asked me to cum, and then begged me to cum.  I felt the stirring deep inside of me.  The stirring that could mean only one thing that I was ready to cum.

My load shot out of my cock, splashing deep inside of him.  I let out a grunt as I continued to cum filling her ass to overflowing.

I finally let the last drops of cum emerge from my cock.  I slowly removed my cock and laid next to him.  My breathing was heavy.  My cock became soft once again and receded into my folds of underwear.  Mike’s ass dripped with cum. 

   

We laid silently on the ground.  We held our breath as we heard rustling in the jungle.  We sprang up, ready to climb the tree when they emerged from the forest.  It was the lion but this time it was being chased off by a bull elephant.  We climb up in separate trees.

The bull elephant stood guard until we heard rustling and they emerged and it was the rest of the group.  I was relieved and happy to see them.

We left quickly.  

Goodbye 2014 Hello 2015

Goodbye 2014 - Hello 2015

It is time to say goodbye to 2014

It is hard to leave but it is time to say Hello 2015

On second thought, maybe 2015 won't be that bad.

Small Cock

Small Cock

Story by Jay

I love going to the gym and seeing all the cocks on display in the locker room.  You see cut and uncut, large and small.  Some guys can't control themselves and have semi hard cocks on display.  A few times they show erect hard cocks.

One guy who always seem to get a locker near me, always looks at me while I dress or undress.  I could not see him naked.  He always seems to have underwear or shorts on.

This time, I wanted to stay naked longer and see if I can get him to undress.  So I stood them with no clothes on and started talking with him.  There was no one in the locker room. He was staring at my cock. He said "You sure have a nice size cock." 

I said "Thanks.  How is yours?"  He looked around and took off his shorts.  He was not overly endowed.

"Tiny." he said. I replied, "Size is not important.  It is what you do with it.  Let me get a closer look."

He reached down and held his cock up for my inspection.  He shook his head and said "Not as big as yours."  I then realized that my cock was hard.  He put his cock near mine and said "See.  Yours is bigger."

I checked to make sure no one came into the locker room.  "Some people said smaller is better for oral sex."

"Really?" he asked.  i replied "You ever had oral sex?"  I answered "Sure, it is fun to get as well as to give."

He stuttered "But you are so big."  I smiled and said, "That is why your cock is better to suck.  No gagging."

Taking a look at the front door and seeing no one in the locker room, I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.  It was easy to suck and being his first time, he came after a few sucks.

I swallowed his load and stood up.  He quickly took my cock in his mouth.  He definitely had trouble sucking, but he was getting the hang of it.  But being in the locker room, got me all excited and I came before long.

He quickly got dressed and said "Maybe we can continue this conversation again."  I said "Yes.  Anytime."

The Hairdresser - Part 4

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The Hairdresser - Part 3

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Correction to the Hairdresser Part 3

Correction to the Hairdresser Part 3.

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I screwed up and posted the wrong part 3 to the story Hairdresser.  

My test post with this picture distracted me.

Sorry to Ben who wrote the story and to my readers.

Love,

Jay

Correction to the Hairdresser Part 3

Correction to the Hairdresser Part 3

I screwed up and posted the wrong part 3 to the story Hairdresser.  

My test post with this picture distracted me.

Sorry to Ben who wrote the story and to my readers.

Love,

Jay

The Hairdresser - Part 3

The Hairdresser

Part 3 of 4

Story by Ben

When I called Daniel, he said he could see me for a massage the following evening at his apartment. I immediately became anxious. Perhaps he was just a professional masseur who does proper healing massage and nothing "extra". That would be fine: he was so gorgeous to look at, and his touch was so gentle, that I would certainly enjoy the massage without anything "extra". But how would I know what to expect and how to behave? I didn't want to strip naked if it would be inappropriate. But I didn't want to keep my boxers on if that might make me seem prudish. Or worse, if it might make Daniel think I wanted only a regular professional massage even if something extra was available! And what if I got an erection as soon as I arrived?

I told myself I had to be realistic and keep my expectations low. The guy was at least fifteen years younger than me and much better looking. Even if he did sometimes offer something "extra" to a massage client, why would he offer it to me? He must get plenty of younger clients with hotter bodies.

Of course, my anxiety about the massage was outstripped by my excitement about it! I could not stop thinking about it all evening. The result was that I was erect or semi-erect the whole evening, apart from a few periods when my cock and balls shrivelled up to nothing at the thought that I might completely embarrass myself by arriving at Daniel's apartment with an erection or that I might get so aroused by his sensual touch that I would not be able to stop myself cumming.

Despite my intense and liberating afternoon wank in the office toilets, by the time I went to bed I was pretty excited by all the thoughts about the massage that had occupied my mind all evening, and I knew I would not get to sleep without releasing, for the second time that day, the pressure that had built up in my body. This time, though, I would be in control. In the afternoon, the need for release had been urgent and had taken control of my body. This time I could take my time. The sensations would be less intense, but they would last a lot longer.

I got into bed, naked as usual. I like to be naked in bed. I love the feeling of the bedclothes next to my naked body. I was lying on my back, with my cock on my stomach, pointing up towards my chest. It was already starting to harden, and I knew it would not take long to become completely hard.

My fingers played with my nipples and my chest hair. I imagined they were Daniel's fingers. Then I worried again. Would he be turned off by my hairy chest? His chest, I felt sure, was completely smooth: perhaps he would be uncomfortable massaging a hairy chest.

I pictured Daniel standing over me. I pictured him naked. (I did not, of course, expect to see him naked, but I intended to spend the time before falling asleep firmly in the realm of fantasy!)

I imagined Daniel's chest completely smooth. His chest and stomach would be of the same olive color that I had seen where his top two shirt buttons were undone. Only his bikini area would be paler. Of this I was sure. After that, things became more uncertain.

I imagined a big bush of thick dark pubes; I imagined neatly trimmed pubes; I imagined Daniel completely shaven.

I imagined his cock long and thin and uncircumcised; I imagined it shorter and thicker and circumcised. I imagined a small tight ball-pack; I imagined heavy low-hanging balls.

I imagined his legs covered with dark curly hair; I imagined them as smooth as his chest. I became excited at the thought that, unlike the rest of his body, I might actually get to see his legs: it must be quite likely that a masseur would wear shorts for a massage.

During all this time I had not touched my cock. I had run my hands over my chest and stomach, imagining them to be Daniel's hands. My hands - Daniel's hands - had played with my pubes. They had moved on to my legs, but I had deliberately kept them away from my cock and balls to prolong the pleasure. My cock had, of course, become rock-hard, and I realized that for some time the underside of my cock had been rubbing against the bed covers. With all these thoughts of Daniel's gorgeous body and of his hands sensuously massaging my chest and legs, I had become pretty aroused and I knew I could bring myself to orgasm just by continuing to move my hips up and down to rub my cock gently against the bedclothes. But I wanted to feel my hand - Daniel's hand - gripping my hard cock.

I took hold of my cock with one hand, and I let the other hand move delicately up my thigh to the hairs between my legs behind my ball sack, then up the other thigh to the same spot. I let my fingers - Daniel's fingers - play there, before letting them take a gentle hold of my ball-pack. The hand on my cock had been making slow stroking movements. I could feel every vein, every tiny undulation of my rigid cock.

I looked up and I saw Daniel standing beside the bed. Now it was his own cock that he was massaging. He was stroking his long cock - yes, it was long and thin. With his other hand he was playing with one of his nipples. His strokes were slow and gentle, but they were starting to get faster. His cock was right above my body. He threw his head back. I could see that he was becoming lost in the sensations. He stroked his cock faster still. His other hand was now moving all over his body - his chest, his neck, his stomach, his legs, the inside of his thighs, his buttocks. Suddenly that hand stopped moving, his body thrust forward, and he shot stream after stream of white cum onto my stomach.

I loved the feeling of his young warm cum landing on my stomach, and I immediately started to shoot my own juice into Daniel's puddle, spurt after spurt of thick cream mixing with Daniel's juice.

As the intensity of the orgasm subsided, I lay at first absolutely still. The hand on my cock stayed where it was. The only slight movement in my body was that of the fingers of my other hand paddling gently in the puddle on my stomach. There was indeed enough there to be the product of two bodies. I was already drifting into sleep. I did not have the energy to wipe myself clean. It would all come off in the shower in the morning, I told myself. I turned onto my side, with my hand still holding my cock, which was now soft and relaxed, and I felt my thick cum flowing slowly down my stomach onto the sheet as I descended quickly into a deep sleep. 

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The Hairdresser - Part 2

The Hairdresser

Part 2 of 4

Story by Ben

I could not concentrate that afternoon.  In my head I went over and over every detail of the time spent at the hair salon.

Had I imagined everything?  Had Daniel really rubbed his groin against my elbow?  Hairdressers often have to lean over clients, and a bit of movement is inevitable.  Had his hand really lingered in mine when he handed me his business card?  Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part.  And all the smiles?  Perhaps he is just a smiley person; perhaps he smiles a lot at all his clients.  And what did he mean by a "longer and fuller massage"?  He said he was an experienced masseur.  Perhaps he is just that: a masseur, who does proper massages for people with sports injuries or people who need massages for coping with stress. Perhaps I was wrong to think that the twinkle in his eyes and the way he had said it suggested something more sensual, even something sexual.

I remembered every touch.  His fingers on my head and my neck during the head massage, gliding so delicately over my skin, seeming to play with my ears, touching my cheeks; the sensual way he had massaged my scalp; his gentle hold when he took my head into his hands to dry my hair.  I remembered his beautiful olive-skinned face and his bright brown eyes.  The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, and I had seen his olive skin continuing down onto his chest.  I normally only go weak at the knees over a guy's chest if it is hairy, and from what I had seen I felt sure Daniel's chest was completely smooth, and yet I found myself fantasizing over it, imagining myself unbuttoning his shirt, running my hands over his beautiful smooth skin.

All the time my cock was straining in my pants, and I was not following the discussion in the meeting that I was in; I was lost in another world.  I was sure that if Daniel had walked into the meeting room and just put his hand on my shoulder, I would have shot my load instantly in my pants.  I told myself I had to do something about the situation.  I needed to release the tension in my pants so that I could concentrate on work.  In a break between meetings I headed for the office toilets.  I locked myself in a cubicle, lowered my pants and sat down.

My cock was staring up at my, pleading for release.  It seemed like years since I had had such a powerful erection.  I put one hand around it and stroked it, just once.  I knew that, if I stroked it a second time, I would cum immediately.  I desperately needed that release, but I wanted to hold onto the intensity of the sensation in my body for a short while at least.  I did not have long. I needed to be in another meeting in a quarter of an hour.  But I wanted to make the most of those few minutes.

My cock was quivering all on its own after that one stroke.  I kept my hands away for a while, until it calmed down a little - but only a little: I did not want to lose the intensity of the feelings that were coursing through my body.  I took hold of my cock very gently, with just the tips of the fingers and thumbs of both hands: the tips of my thumbs on the upper side, and my fingertips on the lower side.  

The tips of my two index fingers were at the top of the shaft, just below the head of my rigid cock.  I made small movements with those two fingers without taking them off my cock.  In fact, they were barely movements at all: really I was just applying pressure and releasing pressure.  The intensity of the feeling increased.  I reduced the pressure to prevent myself cumming, then pressed my fingertips into my cock again.  I could no longer restrain the need for release.  My juice shot all over the floor of the cubicle in stream after stream.  I could not remember such an overpowering orgasm.  It seemed to last forever.

I sat there, numb, for a few minutes.  Then I realized I had to clean the floor and get to my meeting.

At least I could concentrate on work now.  I could think more clearly.  But I knew that I still had to find out what Daniel had meant by a "longer and fuller massage".   And soon.  He had said I could call him when the salon was closed.  I checked the salon opening hours on his business card and decided I would call him that evening, as soon as the salon closed.

The Hairdresser - Part 1

The Hairdresser

Part 1 of 4

Story by Ben

I badly needed a haircut.  I have never managed to find a good hairdresser in the area where I work.  I have had so many bad haircuts that I always put it off as long as I can.  It was my lunch break and I did not have much time, so I hoped I would find someone who could do it straight away.

I put my head nervously round the door of a salon.  A woman came up to me.  I said I was looking to get my hair cut as quickly as possible.  She said she was busy with a client and called across to a colleague.  I followed her eyes and saw the cutest young guy doing a woman's hair.  He had a beautiful, round, olive-skinned face, with a mass of dark hair and bright brown eyes.  He said he would be free in a quarter of an hour.  My heart started racing.  I quickly thought through my afternoon commitments and decided that I could definitely spare a quarter of an hour to wait for the guy to cut my hair.  If truth be told, I think I would have cancelled all my appointments and waited all afternoon for him if I had had to.

I could not take my eyes off him while I was waiting.  His glance kept crossing mine and each time he gave me a very pretty smile.  Eventually I forced myself to look in a different direction: my interest in him must already have been obvious and I didn't want to appear obsessed with looking at him - even though I was.

Soon it was my turn.  He started to wash my hair.  He worked the shampoo into my hair, then massaged my head, slowly and sensually.  I think I even groaned with pleasure a couple of times, and I certainly smiled.  At the end, he said something like, "A massage makes you feel good, doesn't it?"

"It certainly does," I mumbled, "and you do it very well."  Thank you, he said, with that pretty smile that I had come to love.

I desperately hoped the haircut would be good.  I could imagine myself coming back to this guy for haircuts for years to come.

While he was cutting my hair he leaned over me, and I felt his groin against my elbow.  I didn't know whether it was deliberate or accidental.  I moved my elbow ever so slightly, and he did not move away.  I moved my elbow a bit more, and I was sure I could feel his cock getting harder.  Then I thought he rubbed his cock against my elbow.  It did not last long, and I wondered if I had imagined it.  He stepped away and carried on doing my hair.  His colleague was still busy with her client and I decided I must behave myself.  I concentrated on getting rid of the rock-hard state that had developed in my pants.  It could not be seen under the gown that I was wearing for the haircut, but it would be embarrassing if I were still in that state when I stood up at the end of the session.

When I paid, my hairdresser pressed his business card into my hand, looking at me again with his beautiful smile and his twinkling eyes.  His hand seemed to linger in mine.  The warmth of his skin was electric.  "My name is Daniel.  I think you have found yourself a hairdresser," he said.  "I think so too," I replied, adding, "It's a great haircut, and I particularly liked the head massage."  "Well, I am also an experienced masseur."  He took the card back and wrote something on the back of it.  "Here is my personal phone number.  If you would like a longer and fuller massage, give me a ring when the salon is closed."

I was immediately rock hard again.  Daniel looked down, and I am sure he saw.  He smiled at me again, with his pretty smile and his glistening brown eyes.  "I shall call you soon," I said.  And I meant it.  I want to experience Daniel's "longer and fuller massage" as soon as possible.

Cumming Attraction - The Hairdresser

Cumming Attraction - The Hairdresser

Story by Ben

Starting Saturday January 17 I will post the four part story written by Ben.

Ben is a long time reader and first time contributor to Horny Fiction.

Hope you will enjoy it as much as I have in reading it.

Please send comments to storyman3119@gmail.com

or enter comments after the story post.

I am sure Ben, as well as I, will be interested in your thoughts.

Love

Jay

Cream

Cream

By Jay

Has anyone ever had cream in their coffee,

or cream on your strawberries?

Write with your experience with cream.

I want to hear.

storyman3119@gmail.com

Vacation

Vacation

Story by Jay and SHAKES

Paul was looking forward to his vacation.  The brochure listed the hotel as a five star hotel with a great looking pool.  He drove as fast as he could. 

When he arrived, he unloaded his suitcase and quickly undressed and put on his swim shorts.

He almost ran down to the pool.  He laid his towel on a chair and got into the water.

Paul was enjoying the heated pool when he felt his shorts being pulled down.

He looked down and spotted the girl lifeguard.

She had pulled his shorts down to his ankles.  Paul’s cock got super hard as she pulled on it with her hand.   He felt her mouth close around his ever enlarging cock.

Paul looked around and noticed that no one was seeing what was going on

Her hands tighten around his ball sack.  She tugged on his nuts making Paul's cock get even larger.

Paul felt his nuts trying to free up his sperm but the lifeguard tighten her grip

Finally she lets loose and his nuts spring upward releasing her sperm.

Traveling like the speed of light, his sperm works its way through his shaft and

out his tip of his cock.

She swallows as much as she could but finally released his cock and watch the sperm fly out the tip of his cock and float towards her.

He shoots wave after wave of cum until he is drained.

Paul felt his swim shorts being pulled up.  Paul let out a sign and opened his eyes.

He looks down and she was gone.