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Fun With Bradley

... wet! Eager to return the favor of his masterful blow job, I knelt down and ran my tongue up his shaft, relishing the saltiness as I hungrily lapped the pre-cum off the engorged head of his cock. Bradley hissed and grabbed my head as I plunged down on his bone, taking most of it into my mouth. I could feel his member throbbing as I began to go down on him with as much enthusiasm as he'd done me. He raised his legs and clamped his thighs around my head, hampering my movements a bit but doing nothing to deter me from giving him a thorough sucking. After a good while, I left his cock to give some attention to his balls. They had drawn up some, so I tugged at them with pursed lips to make them drop, sucking at the hairy sack as if it was a ripe piece of fruit. My eyes traveled the underside of his shaft. Still shiny with my spit, it was smooth and about a good seven inches in this fully hard state. The tube that houses his urethra stood out like a thick cord along the entire length all the way up to the head. Several thin, engorged veins snaked their way up and around the blush-colored tube of meat. It was as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his genitals. I knew that if I continued on for long, he'd have blown his load sooner than I'd wanted him to, so I pulled away from his sack, giving his inner thighs a bite before standing to my feet. I grabbed his right leg, hoisted it up onto my left shoulder and removed his boot, then did the same with his other leg. The slightly ...

... open blinds that covered the window behind the bed allowed bright slivers of afternoon sunlight to invade the room, acting as the only source of light as they ran across the walls, the bed and Bradley's big, heaving body. He'd admitted to the press that he'd put on a good 40 pounds of muscle for this film, going from his usual 180 pounds to being a 220 pound powerhouse who could deadlift twice his weight. He wore it very well, and I thoroughly enjoyed exploring every inch of his newly-gained muscular frame. I'm a few inches shorter than Bradley and didn't weigh quite as much as he did at that point, but our sizes didn't detract from the fact that he always wanted me to top him. I was never much of a bottom to begin with, and even though I wouldn't have minded having his beautiful cock inside of me, topping him was the way it was meant to be and it was the way we each achieved maximum pleasure. I kissed Bradley's stocking feet and pushed his legs back until his knees touched his shoulders, allowing me full access to his ass. He whimpered, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands as I ran my fingers over his balls, his slightly hairy taint and, lastly, his puckered point of entry. I stroked myself a couple of times and pulled him to the edge of the bed, getting to my knees once again for a closer inspection. His ass was beautiful. The fleshy, creamy buttocks flecked with brownish-blonde hairs spread to reveal a tight, pink anus that tensed up when I ran my thumb over it. I let ...