HT-144 Class Reunion
Class Reunion
Hard Throbs
HT-144
$3.95
Excerpt
The young man’s smooth hand moved up Brad’s thigh, rubbing lightly. It went under his short kimono. Feathery fingers stroked the outer side of his thigh, then inside, lightly grazing his low-slung nuts.
Brad pulled the kimono apart and exposed himself. His lengthening cock arched jauntily from a lush nest of honey-colored crotch hair. His long, thick prick began to climb, reaching outward, upward.
The wide-eyed caterer inhaled in ragged gasps. The pizza pan clanged like a gong when it hit the vinyl floor. “Oh, Jesus,” the caterer muttered softly. His pink tongue crawled across his upper lip. He said the words again and again as his fingers closed around the rapidly swelling shaft of Brad’s mighty cock.
Slipping the kimono off his shoulders, Brad let it slide down his arms and fall to the kitchen floor in a heap. He gripped his own firm ass cheeks and thrust his groin forward. Then he set his hips in motion, fucking provocatively through the caterer’s squeezing fist.
Brad reached down and gripped his shoulders. He jerked him to his feet and caught him in a fierce hug, bruising his lips with a demanding kiss. They kissed and sucked tongues desperately, short panting breaths hissing through their noses, their bodies grinding. Brad’s hard-on tingled as he fucked it against the stiffness of the caterer’s starched whites.
Placing his hands on the horny caterer’s shoulders, Brad pushed him away, then added weight and pushed downward. “Suck my cock.” His baritone was coarse with passion.
The young man licked a glistening trail down Brad’s smooth, almost-hairless, sun-bronzed body. Fisting the cock standing up against Brad’s flat belly, he held it aside and tongued his navel. At the same time, his free hand came up under Brad’s oversize balls, lifting them, then closing his fingers around them and squeezing.
“Suck it, man, there isn’t much time,” Brad whispered.
The caterer purred with pleasure and started licking Brad’s rosy cock head. He licked until it was shiny with spit, dredging the deep groove on the underside, drilling his pointed tongue into the scarlet come slit.
Now he caught the head between his parted lips. He bit gently and teased the slit with the tip of his tongue, humming with delight. His extended lips began to saw just beyond the wide flange of Brad’s dick head. The caterer’s head moved slowly, but his tongue was quick.
Electric shocks darted up and down the length of Brad’s quivering boner as he thrilled to the wet inferno of the caterer’s skilled mouth and his talented tongue. And the sight of the taut lips sliding over the wet half of his cock heightened Brad’s pleasure.
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