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Of Briefs, Speedos, and CumshotsFor some background, here’s the first encounter of my last summer before college: https://xhamster.com/stories/of-lawns-and-terrycloth-robes-10070777I trimmed my pubes. That’s how much I wanted to make an impression on the man who had jerked me off the week before. I didn’t go down to bare skin, but I had seriously given myself a buzzcut down there, and I liked it. My cock looked bigger, especially—even if it was just in my head—knowing I hadn’t cum in 3 days. It was the weekend and time to cut lawns again, and make some cash in order to save for college. That was the cover story, the front. What it really had become was an excuse to live out some sexual fantasies and enjoy some attention from an older guy who liked what I had and what I did. I felt like I was getting ready for a date. I showered—I showered to cut grass in 80-degree weather. I put on shorts this time, and decided to pass on the boxers. If his cock could hang out of his terrycloth robe, then my thick cock could be a little freer to bulge out the front of my shorts. I made my way out the door, surprisingly not nervous. It all happened so out of the blue last week, and we’d said “See you next week,” that how could this not go smoothly. I made my way toward his end of the neighborhood and got to his house. The lawn looked good, but definitely needed to cut. The sun was blaring and I was sweating; maybe I was a little anxious. Would he greet me, seduce me, make me cum again? Or would I just cut the grass and leave? I didn’t know, and that was half the fun. I got to his door, and unlike last week, the front door was open but there was a screen door. I could see inside, kinda. I said “hello” and heard a reply that sounded like come in, so I did. I looked good, felt good, and walked down the hallway toward where it all happened. “Hi.” There he was. He was sweaty. His graying hair was wet and matted down. He was shirtless and in a speedo, bets10 or maybe it was briefs. He was tanned, and there were running shorts crumbled on the floor and Nike running shoes over there. “Hi,” he said. “Just got back from a run, too hot to go too far.” After some pleasantries about the weather and the grass, he said I looked nice. He eyed me up and down. He started at my hair, my blue eyes, my t-shirt and my bulging cock. I swear he spent an extra second staring right through my shorts and my hardening cock. It was instinct at this point because my brain was flashing back to the sofa right there where I watched him cum, and he touched my cock and balls as I stroked off a massive load all over myself. Right over there. My hand kinda naturally adjusted myself as his eyes were on it. He smiled and I couldn’t help to see the beads of sweat rolling down his chest toward his bulge. It was bigger than I remembered last week. The speedos or briefs were really small and really tight and he was stuffed in there. It was a turn-on. “So what will it be today?”Huh? I was completely overrun. What was he asking? Did he really want to know? Did he want me to say I wanted to recreate every second of last week’s adventure? That I’d be willing to let him suck me off? That I’d jerk him off from soft to hard?”Are you cutting the grass? Or weeding? Or both?”Well, that snapped me out of it. I’m sure I “ummed” my way awkwardly through whatever nonsensical sentence came out of my mouth. He laughed. I swear I had no idea what I said. “What do you think of these? They’re great to run in, very comfortable.”I really was aroused now and told him they were great and maybe I should get myself some. On cue, without hesitation, he ran his fingers inside the waistband and before I absorbed what happened they were at his ankles. His half-hard 6 inch cock bobbed out, resting on his balls. His tanned skin outlined the pale area around his cock. bahis siteleri “Try them on, see if you like them.”It was strange, but got to the point. I slide my shorts off, and he took notice I wasn’t wearing underwear. I was roaring hard, the head fully engorged, my balls tight up against the shaft. His eyes were locked. I picked up the shorts he slipped off. They were spandex and maroonish in color. They were wet from his sweat and smelled a little musky, kinda like my room did if I had jerked off a while on a hot day—musky and sexy. I slid one leg through, then the other. I’m bigger than he is. The briefs were small on him, they were really small on me. I pulled them up slowly, letting my balls hang over the material before I pulled them higher and the disappeared inside. My cock was so hard it wasn’t going in all the way. I was bulging out of them, and so turned on, so aroused, I felt high. “I think they look better on you than me,” he said. “Don’t they feel nice?”I acknowledged by tracing the outline of my shaft with my thumb and forefinger, all the way up to the head that was still poking out the top. By now, he was really hard too, pointing right at me a mere six feet away. I was turning him on, which was turning me on. I was pretty frozen in my spot. He had to make the next move. And he did.He took two strides and his expert hand and fingers slid between my legs, under my balls, not too tightly, not too loosely, His finger pressed that magic spot between my balls and ass for a long second or two before they made their way past my balls to my shaft. I moaned. I was sweating. He smelled a little. The whole thing was wild. “Feel good?” I nodded. He squeezed the head of my cock, and I felt a drop of precum ooze out the very thick head. He was an expert and I gave in. He licked my nipple. His free hand touched my chest. He never stopped playing with my cock. I was lost in lust, so much so that he took my hand güvenilir bahis siteleri and guided it to his cock. It was warm, and the skin was soft like it had been lotioned for years. He was very hard and I stroked him. Not too fast, but not so slowly that it wasn’t going anywhere. I broke his rhythm a little. He was moaning a bit and taking a second to enjoy my hand on him. He pulled the briefs off of me, and the fell past my knees to my ankles. He stepped closer and to the side of me, never losing his grip on me. His right hand stroked my cock from the base of my shaft to the head. His left hand was on the small of my back and inching its way toward my ass. It was so erotic. I was getting close. I stroked him a little faster, like it was a race to who would cum first. He was really moaning and he put his head toward my chest. “Feels so good,” he whispered. I said the same. My cock was pointing up at me and I watched his hand work it. I told him I was going to cum and he smiled. “I know.” I tensed up. I felt my balls tighten. His grip tightened a little bit and slowed a lot. He went lower to my balls, and that really pushed me over the edge. He tightened a little and stroked slowly at the base of my really hard cock. He knew. I squirted a massive blob onto his hand between his thumb and finger, but it was the second one that really shot. Straight up, and straight down between us, some landing on his hand and cock, some landing on the briefs on the floor at our feet. He kept jerking me off and I kept leaking cum. I hardly noticed that I hadn’t let go of him. “Don’t stop.” I didn’t, and he shot too, most of it landing where it was pointing, on my thigh and also onto the briefs on the floor. We were standing, and we were spent, leaning against each other. It was intense. So was the little kiss he gave me, which was unexpected, but spine-tingling. He picked up the briefs, and inspected them. There was a lot of cum in them, most of it mine I think. “Wow.” He touched some of it, still warm. Then he put them back on himself. His cock resting in my load. He rubbed it in too. Amazing. He smiled, gave my softening dick one more squeeze for good measure. “Now go cut my grass.”

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