I like a guy who has some hair on his body, and whose body feels more alive than Tony's.
#SHOOTING GAY CUM IN MY MOUTH SKIN#
It was a beautiful uncut cock, he had enormous smooth balls, and he was lean and trim and really liked to kiss, but the cock in my mouth felt fake, almost bionic, like it was made of latex rather than skin and blood and desire. Tony's cock was very big, but he'd shaved all his pubic hair and the hair on his chest and his dick felt plastic and fake somehow. We exchanged glances, he smiled, and I moved to the sofa across from Tony and his friend. His left hand was in his shorts, gently touching his privates. He looked like a grad student or a young architect. He was wearing a black windbreaker, black athletic shorts, Nikes.
#SHOOTING GAY CUM IN MY MOUTH FULL#
About thirty years old, he had a full dark beard, round glasses, a pretty smile.
I am sixty-nine years old and my cock isn't very big I could tell that my role would be to watch and appreciate these big-cocked guys.Ī moment later a young man walked into the theater. They were really into each other and I knew I couldn't keep up. He and Tony started making out and I stepped back to watch. Tony looked over at him and the new guy shucked his pants and joined us, now wearing only a t-shirt. His cock was 8 inches long and very beautiful. This guy also had a big boner he was in his forties and hairier than Tony. We'd barely gotten started when another guy came in and sat across from us and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He moaned as I sucked on his big uncut dick. He had a leather cock ring around his nuts and small erect nipples that I twisted and kissed. He took off his shirt and shucked his pants and pulled his briefs down to his knees so I could put his big uncut unit in my mouth. Tony was lean and olive-skinned and a really good kisser. He was Tony, and he made it clear that he wanted me to suck his big dick. I touched red-brief-man's cock and introduced myself. We ignored him as I massaged my nipples and he massaged his bulging dick. Across the room there was another man stretched out on the couch but he was fully clothed and seemed to be sleeping or resting. I twisted my nipples and looked in his eyes. I took off my jacket and sweater and unbuttoned my shirt to expose my hairy chest and nipples. He looked my way and I sat down beside him. I looked away and saw a handsome man sitting in the front row with his pants at his ankles and his hand massaging his dick in his skimpy tight red briefs. On the screen at the front some woman was sucking an enormous chocolate-colored cock. There were mirrors mounted high on the walls. It was a small room, no larger than your living room, with maybe a dozen seats-a row of double theater seats on one side, singles on the other-and a couch and two easy chairs up front. I drove down on a rainy February afternoon, not knowing what to expect. In my neighborhood it is located at 6th and Madison. Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to visiting the local adult bookstore.