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A long, hot summer

... with the other. Soon he was pumping away and I watched his head thrown back above me, moving above me like a man possessing a woman, and took in every detail as he lost himself in my fist and clenched against me and sprayed his seed between us. He collapsed on me and said, “God, I wish you had a pussy.” I laughed and said, “I wish you had one. Now finish me off.” I lay back as he rose on his knees and took my cum-covered rock-hard cock in his hands. He watched me like a hawk as I pushed up against him and cooed like a dove, and soon I fountained out over his hand. He lay down next to me and we talked about our largely pitiful sex lives, though apart from our self-pleasuring we had no new details to share. After half an hour, we wiped up and he said, “I’d better go and put these back.” “Yeah.” “We need to make sure not to damage them.” “Yeah.” “So no jerking each other off on the centerfolds.” “Of course not. Meet you here tomorrow?” “Same time.” The next day I dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that could be quickly stripped off. I smiled when he arrived ay 9:30 right on the dot in a similar outfit. We made small talk as he pulled out a couple of magazines and handed me one. As we read, I soon found a letter in which a young man had his first gay sex experience, and as I finished reading about him swallowing his lover’s sperm for the first but far from last time, I looked up to see Harry watching me. “Good letter, huh?” he asked. “Great letter.” “I’ll bet it feels ...

... incredible.” With a dry throat I replied, “Yeah, probably.” “Do you want...?” “Yeah.” I stood up and stripped and stood in front of him. He reached out and stroked me, teasing me as I watched him, and finally he smiled and bowed his head. As he ran his tongue around the head of my cock, he stroked my shaft and played with my balls. He looked up and asked, “Is it good?” “It’s incredible. Here, let me lean against the wall.” We changed positions and soon he started swirling his tongue around the top of my shaft. He then took me inside his mouth and worked the head back and forth, a little further with each stroke, and soon had half of me in his mouth. “I’m coming,” I said, and he held my cock in place as he stroked the shaft. Soon I felt the old familiar spasms start and threw back my head as he swallowed every spurt and sucked out the last drops. I collapsed, sliding down the wall, and opened my mouth in exhaustion as he stood and thrust himself into my maw. He was in a heated rush and jerked his shaft vigorously as I familiarized my mouth with the intimate details and seductive textures of his head and the top of his shaft. As he got close I pushed his hand away and took his head as far into my mouth as it would go. His velvety shaft filled my mouth, stretched wide open to take such a thick hose, and he held my head gently to make sure I wouldn’t pull away. I reached up to play with his balls and soon felt his climax start. His shaft swelled up and he pushed his head hard against ...