What are Friends for?  

rm_the_taker 44M
77 posts
6/3/2005 10:33 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

What are Friends for?


“Come on in John,” I said through the door when I heard him knock. I knew your beautiful ass, bent over the couch, would be the first thing he saw when he came around the corner. Sure enough, his eyes got wide and he half-stumbled in. He mumbled, “umm hi.” The second thing he saw was the spit shining off your cheek as I ran my fingers through your hair. “Dude, what are you doing? Do you want me to come back later?” he asked. I could tell he was a little jealous and annoyed. I smirked a bit and fucked left and right, in and out of your mouth. “I can never decide whether I like to see the spit splash out over top of my cock or underneath so it hits my nuts…” I mused. “Dude, I don’t think it matters, you can never have too much spit.” “I suppose your right,” I agreed. My cockhead kept making a wet kissing sound as it covered your throat. “Sounds like an engine of some kind, eh?” I joked. Scatching his head, John started slowly, “No … it kind of reminds me of the hollow suction noise you hear in the toilet pipe, just when the plunger starts working.” “Thanks John, trying to get off over here,” I smiled at him. “oh, sorry,” he said. “Its okay, John, now howzabout you do me a favour, come over and slide a finger inside my sweetie’s ass?” Shaking his head he turned, “Dude, I am going to go down and wait by the car.” “I am serious John, you would be doing us all a favour. She has to go meet her girlfriend, and you and I need to get to the campsite before dark. She always sucks just that little bit harder...” John slowly walked over and put one of his big hands over your ass, caressing it. Then slowly he slid one of his big fingers into your butt. “Its long!” he said. ?Long? “Deep, I mean.” “Oh, I get you John, yeah, I love it! It feels like it squeezes my cock almost half the way in!” My head starts to roll back and I close my eyes thinking about it. I hear you let out a moan as John pushes a second big finger inside you. John himself let out a little moan, followed quickly by mine as I touched your throat one last time and shot and shot and shot…”

Become a member to create a blog