The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

... spying on me!" He accused, but he definitely kept staring at my dick. "Did you like watching? Were you getting off on watching me?" "I was." I said. "Don't let me stop you. I've never caught a guy jacking off before and it's pretty damned hot." The tension went out of his shoulders and he smiled. "You serious?" "Yeah. I'm serious. I've seen what you've got, so get it back up and finish it off." He laughed. His smile was huge. "Fuck, yeah! You can watch. Come over here. It's still up, dude. Look." And he took his shirt from his lap and looked me straight in the eye. I stared at his dick. It was nearly 8 inches and as meaty as any I had ever seen. The foreskin was pulled open in a tight ring with his piss slit exposed in the center but it still covered most of his cock head. The head itself was a big knob and the flare was much wider than his shaft. I'd seen dicks this long before but never this substantial. I unconsciously licked my lips and he laughed, twitching his muscles to make his dick slap three times hard against his belly. "That's a fucking nice cock!" I said. He just motioned me to move around in front of him. "What's your name, man?" "Scott." "I'm David," he said. "Spit on it for me, Scott." My mouth was already watering. As I stepped up and leaned over to drool on his crotch, he grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and held it in his fist while he smeared its pre-cum around with his thumb. I let a large bubble of spit roll off my lips and stretch down to his cock. Half ...

... way it broke loose and splattered on his balls too. "That's hot. Give me some more." I let another clear glob fall on his dick head. He groaned and rubbed the spit around on his cock and balls. I was about to step back when he said, "Let me return the favor." He hooked his fingers in my fly and pulled me right up to his face. His tongue licked the slickness off of my head before he pursed his lips and squeezed out a mess of white spit across the top of my shaft. He rubbed it all around my dick with his hand. I just stood there while he jacked us both with spit lube. I had seen that he liked playing with his nipples so I reached over to twirl and pinch each one. He closed his eyes and sighed. I pulled and tugged on them harder and he said, "Good. Yeah, good." "Give me some wine," I said. He kept one fist around my dick and passed the bottle to me with the other. I took a deep drink then held the bottle near his mouth and looked down at him. He gave me a crooked smile and opened his mouth. I poured wine onto his tongue and splashed some on his chest. I drew my boner out of his hand, bent over and pushed his shoulder back. My lips latched onto his right nipple. It was a hard and rubbery knob, and it gave up a delicious salty-musk flavor when I sucked hard. I then leaned across and did the same to his left nipple to get a fresh taste of musk and wine. "Hmmmm," he responded, grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face tight into his chest. I gave each nipple a few bites and ...