The image of a man on his knees, hidden from everyone else while he stood in full view. His pants wrapped at his ankles while his stiff dick was firmly planted into some guy's mouth was definitely a rush.
Just the way Jay would hold himself in the elevator gave Donny a raging hard on. Nothing he could think about could erase the image of the guy in a tight t-shirt and faded jeans that seemed his daily attire from his mind.
I use my imagination again and again the shorts are gone. His cock hangs out, limp and smooth. Dark skin, darker where it wrinkles around his luscious pink head, only a little of it shows from the heavy cape of his hood.
My cock twitched and I could feel my sperm dribbling out of my cock-head, flowing like a river down my shaft over my tightening bollocks as his tongue worked itself deeper into me. He moved his tongue in circles and then darted in and out lubricating every inch of my insides.
Mark's seven inches of meat was now in the process of erecting itself big time as Jack asked him the most intimate of questions about his body and sexual likes and dislikes, and without even thinking about it, he pulled out his hot and began jerking it, while replying.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it for you. Want to see my packet? Here you go mate, like the bulge? I'm already hard for you, already feel my precum starting to damp the insides of these Speedos.