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A long, hot summer

... above my still-swollen balls. “We’ve got all day,” he said. “Let’s read some more.” “You won’t tell anyone what we did?” He scoffed, “Of course not.” “Cool then,” I said, and we started reading the letters in our respective magazines. Soon we were fully hard again, and as I started reading a letter in which a man and his wife made the year of another lucky man, I became intensely turned on I was by the two men stroking each other off onto the wife’s body. I looked over and watched Harry as he idly ran his fingers along his swollen shaft. I returned to my reading and finished about fifteen minutes later. Harry had finished about the same time and we switched again. After a few minutes I heard his involuntary gasp and looked over to see that he was reading the same scene that had set me afire. When he reached the end he looked up and saw me staring at him. “Good letter, huh?” I asked. He just nodded. After a few seconds he said, “God, I wish we had her here right now.” “Yeah.” We sat there for a minute staring into each other’s eyes. It was clear what he wanted, so finally I stood up facing him. He reached up and cautiously began running his fingertips along my shaft, so I knelt in front of him and reached down to grasp his thick shaft firmly in my hand. He pushed me away for a moment, but only to rise onto his own knees. We knelt about a foot from each other and stroked each other slowly, feeling the wonder of a throbbing cock different from our own. “You’re so long,” he ...

... said. “You’re so thick,” I replied. After another minute I said, “I’m about to come.” He moved closer and stroked faster. As he stared down at our cocks, I thrust against his fist and let loose my sperm all over his belly and chest. After he had drained me, he said, “Look out.” He put his arms over my shoulders and fucked my fist until he came thirty seconds later, spraying me with a massive load. We sat back against the wall in embarrassment and didn’t look at each other for a minute. Finally I said, “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. Thank you .” “Pleasure was all mine.” He laughed, “Like fuck it was.” That broke the ice. “I’m not gay,” he said. “Yeah, I know.” “But I really needed that.” “Me too. I liked it.” “Yeah, so maybe it was gay. That’s okay.” “Yeah, I was just so fucking horny.” “But...” I looked at him and he continued, “I’d do it again in a second. With you.” “Me too. Have you ever thought about it before?” “Yeah, a lot. Not like with women, but probably once a week. You?” “Yeah, some.” “Want to do it again? Now?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, and we sat next to each other and played with each other’s bodies. Feeling his muscular body taut under my hands soon had me burning again, and I pulled him to me and kissed him. After a second of surprise he kissed back and pushed me onto the floor. I reached down and held our hardening cocks together as he pushed himself back and forth above me, and as he settled into a rhythm I stroked us with one hand and rubbed his back and hips and ass ...