We could barely contain ourselves as we stood at the outside check-in window. Groping and fondling each other up along with some random kisses thrown in for good measure. Those got stares from the female night clerk, not of disgust, mind you. (Not a Benjie's Stepdad World story.)
The hair on his chest, up and down his legs and abdomen, was all he could see along with his childhood friends tightly packaged black bikini brief barely containing his cock inside it.
“No! Patrick! We fucked! We fucked! We fucked like two wild bucks out in the wild!” The old man says. “That man had one the biggest cocks of any man I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot’em. I tell ya.”
After I got drunk one night 19 years old, I took a skinny dip in my neighbors hot tub while I thought he was camping. But he wasn't, so he caught me in his hot tub and proceeded BB me right there. Now we regularly hookup and even go camping together for week-long days of passion and romance.
“They grow’em big where you are from. Don’t they?” We both laugh at the implication of his meaning. “I guess.” I say, not sure if they do or not but what does it matter, I think.
“Yeah fill his tight little hole!” I heard Rick’s voice shouting just above my head over top of the grunts. I gritted my teeth as I looked up at Marcus’ shiny black hard body, glistening from the sweat as he held my ass up and drove his big cock in me deep. I turned to his right to see another big black guy holding my leg up, while another big burly white guy stood waiting his turn.
As they stand in front of Brother Cecil all he can see are these young men’s flourishing cocks. The three darked haired pubes of the so-called ‘triplets’ and the blonde shagginess wrapped around Dangnut’s powerfully extended spear.
“Yes, you do. Rickey. But all men’s cocks are made for fucking. It is what they are there for.” Brother Gerald says. “That and something for a man to play with when he has nothing else to play with.”
As free as Adam was in the luscious green Garden of Eden.” When he finishes his sentence. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and yanks them down to below his knees. “What happens out here. Boys. Stays out here, Boys. Do you understand? Do you understand?”
I see the sunlight flicker off the blonde hairs that lightly blanket his well-muscled chest. His boxer-shorts are slightly down; his treasure trail region revealing hints of hairy pubes barely out of my eye’s view. Each ripple of his muscles reacts to the others. It is a spectacle that I catch myself admiring.
“You have too. You can go deeper if you do. But that does depend on the size of your cock, too.” He tells me. “You try it again. Show me what a young man like yourself can do. A man has to know how to do these things.”