And then there was someone else in the room with me; another presence. He was as golden as the sunlight, as youthful and as keen as me but more perfect, more desirable. He was someone I had wanted for many months, someone I knew I couldn't have; someone whom I had to have.
He slipped his fingers under my shaft and returned the action, lifting my heavy ball sack and letting it play through his fingers as his tongue flicked up and down my shaft.
The five boys playing poker in Jake's dorm room all nodded their hellos to the slightly built young man before returning to their game! Peter and Bobby sat down in the corner to watch.
Once the check out was complete, Ron carefully pushed the cart out into the parking lot. On the short walk to Robert's car, the excitement was overwhelming. Robert, is a man in his mid- forties and Ron is a strapping 20 year old stud.
His hands came to the front and started stroking me there. Carefully, gently he felt me, drew me up in his soft hand, pulled me back, twisted me, toyed with me. And my hand explored in the same way.
By the time I was eighteen, I had tasted and swallowed more cum than most guys might hope to take in a lifetime. But it was still all my own nectar. By now my private desires were becoming so insatiable that not even my over-productive balls could produce the quantity of baby-batter to satisfy my almost insatiable appetite.
Hunt nodded in agreement, and was about to ask a question when the older man said in a thick voice, to make sure that all of our boys are erect when they hit the stage, several of us have volunteered to suck anyone who feels he needs a little extra help in keeping it up!