I had come a long way since the first time I got fucked by an older man. I remembered the guilt and the shame when giving in to my urges, but now I no longer gave a damn. I fucked myself hard without caring about how bad I looked. Did I feel like a total slut, giving my ass up to this white trash with such ease? Yes. But I loved it! I got dug out like a filthy tramp by a bulky old lush, and I was having the time of my life. Up and down the pole, over and over again, and taking him deeper until he couldn’t possibly get higher up my crevice.
I drifted off in a state where there seemed to be no space or time. There was only his strong heavy body shoving through me, and the tingling feeling in my ass. My stiff member stood up straight like a watch tower, without being touched in the slightest. The stimulation in my hole was all I needed right now.
When I thought I’d reached the highest point of ecstasy, the feeling intensified just a notch, and then I felt it all flowing.
It began like a little stream, but it quickly became a big eruption. Sperm shot out of my dick as if from a broken hydrant. Gushing all over uncle John’s belly.
Exasperated I collapsed on top of his hairy chest.
‘‘Damn man, you were really goin’ at it,’’ I heard Gauge say. I hadn’t even been aware he’d entered back into the room.
‘‘You can bring this one along more often,’’ his uncle said, and he patted the back of my head as if rewarding me for a job well done.
‘‘But wait, did you come?’’ I asked him.
‘‘Not yet,’’ he replied. ‘‘It’s only fair you boys both got a share.’’ Then his eyes fell on the plastic plate in Gauge’s hand. ‘‘See, I always said my nephew ain’t no dummy. He can even read minds.’’
‘‘I found some leftovers in the fridge. I thought you’d might like some.’’
‘‘You thought right. Life don’t get any better than sex and pastry. Now get your bud over here with that plate.’’
We both fed him with pie while caressing his chest and fondling with his still hard prick. He groaned with full jowls and kissed us in between bites, while his face was still stuffed.
As he took over the plate and continued eating, we went down on him again. Our tongues met each other while we rounded the swollen glans. Then we sucked him in turns and played with his hairy sack. We heard his groans get heavier, until his cock tingled and he released a big gush of sperm. Our mouths attacked when massive loads of creamy white seeds shot out of his glans. We slurped as if afraid we wouldn’t get enough. But there was plenty, and it seemed to keep coming.
When we’d finally licked everything clean till the last drop, we crawled against his broad body. It was unclear to me if he liked this type of affection, but he made no effort of escaping our fumbling hands. He made a grunting noise which might suggest he was annoyed, but most of all he seemed tired and ready to dose off. So we took advantage of the situation and cuddled him up into the night.