Saturday, September 3, 2016

I have a friend who should have been a porn star. European good looks, tight and soft pectorals, big and chewy nipples, a hard athletic body, a big cock with plenty of foreskin, an ass that won't quit, and jizz that flies. He's a lot like Dante Martin, just a much more slender.

I didn't meet him until he was in his 30s. He'd just quit stripping and escorting, but was still part of that crowd that went to strip clubs all the time and tricked a lot.

I once watched him fuck someone young and very short in my basement efficiency apartment. Missionary style. The other guy was 19, maybe 20 years old. College kid. The boy's legs were high in the air around my friend's hips, his fingers digging into my friend's back. My friend's ass was moving high into the air, long-dicking the boy. The boy's cries and moans filled the air as his virgin ass strained to take my friend's big dick, and his short, lithe body struggled with the immense amount of lust and pleasure my friend drove into him with each stroke. I stood there, the only light coming from my bathroom. Masturbating. Watching. Hearing the boy beg for my friend to stop with one breath, and with the next begging him to keep fucking, keep plunging, keep violating. And then came the boy's screams -- screams -- as he came with my friend's dick still plunging in and out of him.

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