"Oh yeah... you getting turned on by all this, Jeff?" Steve asked, wrapping his fist around Jeff's erect cock, sliding it up and down. It had grown to its full 10 inches. It was curved like a banana and was beginning to ooze pre-cum that ran down the plum-shaped head and over the shaft. "Does this feel good?" Jeff nodded slowly.
I don't know how many times they made me suck their dicks or how much cum they shot in my mouth and on my face. I lost track of time, what with all the poppers and chloroform. They were taking more and more pictures. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I can't be sure.
Jeff Stearn was obsessed with Troy Aikman. He had long lusted after the 6'4, blond haired, blue eyed, built like a brickhouse Adonis of a quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys.
This man's looking forward to the big game, but his wife teams up with his best pal to alter his plans with a bit of rope and electric penis discipline.
We got to the flat and entered. He shocked me by grabbing me behind the door and kissing me on the lips. That was a surprise. I gently removed his t-shirt to reveal a nicely formed and hairless chest. His two nipples were large and brown, standing on end as I stroked his chest.
He entered ahead of me and I followed to find a very small toilet with two cubicles made of that thin plywood material which is so loved by glory hole manufacturers. He went into one of the cubicles. The other door was closed but still appeared to be empty and as I went to open it, the young lad opened his door and asked me to come in.
A horny pilot and his co-pilot found themselves in lust. The cockpit seemed to be a nice place for fucking. As the plane flew high in the sky, those naked pilots were humping lustfully, trying to gain orgasm.