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My friend and the artist
The other day I met an old school friend in a bar. We had been friends for years during school, but had lost sight of it afterwards and hadn’t seen for a good ten years. In the past we always had after the School Worn together and entertain us about men. He was an athlete and also did strength training, had a beautiful, muscular body on which there was no gram of fat, but since, like me, he could never do anything with older ones, we had never been to each other, we only had each otherHot made with stories, invented or true about mature men, often we also got one together while we were lying on my bed, if we had no longer endured it because of sheer lust.
I still remember being tail Wasn’t really big, a whole piece below average, a third will be smaller than mine. But he had enormous big ones Egg, so that his pants always looked well filled.
What I remember best was the enormous amount that he sprayed. Again and again we tried to delay it, if we were about to orgasm.
I often succeeded, never. As soon as the orgasm was in terms of effect, the juice from the glans. Without having reached the actual orgasm, streams ran over his hand, swaller followed the gush and finally, always accompanied by him with a japs, splashes, splash claps to be crazy amounts of sperm on his chest and stomach, it ran down the sides and seeped into my sheets.
When he was finally finished, he got hardly any air out of sheer effort and often the muscles in his dam also briefly cramped, which is the area between anus And scrotum, which seemed to be very painful, then he was still being and I tried to comfort him.
A few seconds later it decreased and he relaxed.
For a few years we went to school together, then he pulled away with his parents, and how it works, at first we still had telephoned, which was less and less until it finally stopped completely.
Now, ten years later I saw him in this bar, he saw me at the same moment and almost immediately the previous familiarity was back.
As soon as we sat down and briefly torn our life stories, he started again with a story:
“You, with me in the street a painter lives around sixty, certainly almost a ninety -tall, slim male face with blue eyes and a small chin beard. He always wears washed -out light blue jeans that bring out his beautiful round ass great.
We see each other every day because we both have a dog, you always meet when you go for a walk.
At first we just greeted each other, at some point we got into conversation about the dogs and a few weeks ago he invited me to show me to show me his studio, of course I went with me right away.
We talked about his pictures for a long time, he knew how to say something interesting about everyone. We stood next to each other and I was able to smell his male fragrance. In vain I tried all the time to get peace in my pants, but it didn’t use anything. I kept pressing around my hard stand, hoping that he couldn’t get it with him.
Fortunately, he is not as big as you know, so I think he didn’t notice anything at all.
Finally he asked if he could paint me. I felt very comfortable in his presence and was only too ready, because then I could stay longer and maybe I would have to come back to finish the picture.
He placed me on an armchair with a smooth, black leather was related and asked me to take off my shirt. I sincerely hoped that he would not also ask for my pants, then I would have been difficult to hide my hard latte, but he only asked me to take a seat on the armchair and put my arm over the backrest.
Then he started, sketched me on a block that he had put on a easel. There was no word for a long time, he worked concentrated, looked at me again and again, looked at my well -trained belly and the muscles on my shoulders and arms. They hiked on the paper with curved lines.
For my face he took more time, looked intensively at every detail. In between he looked into his eyes for a long time.
Slowly, I suspected that this could have nothing to do with the picture.
When he finally devoted himself to my lower body and the armchair, my view of his pants fell. I was surprised that his light blue jeans had a clear tent at the front.
“You have a stand,” it escaped me before I could stop myself.
Man, it was embarrassing to me, and at first. He became dark red on his face and tried to somehow hide his hard latte. I realized the situation was tipping, now or never I said to myself: “It doesn’t matter, it’s insanely horny. I’ve been trying all the time to hide my hard from you.“Oh yes, we were still at her, I spoke to him with Mr. Schmidt.
He was clearly relieved and turned back to me: “Whenever I paint a man, I get incredibly excited, but with you it is something else.
You are very my case, I have been dreaming of getting closer to you for a long time.”
I waved it to myself and he put the brush away. I quickly opened his pants before he could think about it differently. I am amazed. His cock was not particularly long, but I had never seen such a fat one before.
Certainly nine centimeters in diameter, I was getting hotter. He reached the tail and wanted jerk off. “Not yet, Mr. Schmidt!“I ordered and he obeyed. I pointed to my pants and he opened my zipper.
My stiffer jumped out almost on its own and when Mr. Schmidt pulled out my scrotum, he grumbled appreciatively.
I somehow knew that I had to take the initiative and ordered him to kneel. There was a bottle of oil on his palette of painters, with which he mixed the colors. I took that and drizzle some of it on his cock.
Then I already in front of him, pressed it forward so that his cock was on the seat and put a foot on it. Immediately he started pulling his cock back and forth, which I prohibited. So he pressed his lower body against the armchair and, although I saw that it was difficult for him, he no longer moved him.
Instead, he picked up my cock and jerked it. The situation was so infinitely horny, my juices rose immediately and only seconds later my cock began to run out.
You still know how it is with me? Clear, warm liquid flowed over his wanking hand and down his arm. He gasped and tried to lick the drops. That gave me the rest and everything in me contracted. A fat beam hit him in the face, then another and another one.
He tore up his mouth and caught another with it. With relish he swallowed the liquid and moaned. My cock still shrugged and some droplets appeared at the top. He lowered his head and licked her off.
Man, that was horny. My orgasm seemed to me forever, but slowly I noticed how everything calmed down and I sagged together.
When I looked at him again, he only pleaded: “Please …Please!!“I nodded and he grabbed my lower leg with both hands, pulled his cock back a little and fucked between my foot and the seat of the armchair, which was now smeared with oil. He only needed two or three short bumps, then, gasping, clapping his first ray on the back of the armchair. I felt the hot, thick cock pulled together under my foot and relaxed again and more every time ran more sperm out of him.
Finally his orgasm died and he clutched my lower leg, gave me a kiss on my knee. Then he looked me in the eye and I lowered my head. Our lips met and we sank in an intimate kiss. When we loosened each other, he murmured: “I am Erich.”” Thomas, “I replied softly.
We dried the sperm with a rag lying around and put on again. I excluded his invitation to dinner, I was confused and first had to be clear what was going on with me.
It was hardly at home but it was clear to me that I was in love with Erich.
The next afternoon I went over to him into the studio and told him that.
He smiled and pulled me on himself, explained that he was reproaching my feelings and for a while, he had wished every day to meet me while walking
He had now started to make an oil picture from the sketches. Again and again he asked me, because of some details, as he expressed himself, to come to him and to sit a little more for him for him. Of course I liked to come, because every session ended with the fact that I sprayed it vigorously and he fucked my foot and the armchair
At some point he asked me to move in with him and after a short consideration I said. I have been living there for three weeks now and imagine that the black armchair is now in bedroom, In the meantime, has a clearly worn out area in the middle that shines oily and he still insists on being able to get me out if he devised me there … “
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