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By *astguy7 OP Man
2 weeks ago
Ross on Wye |
He gestured for me to come closer. He stood legs slightly apart, his monster dick standing proudly to attention, he moved towards me and putting his hand gently on my head pressed down and offered his cock for me to suck. It was, as I had first thought, just like a block of wood. I've seen numerous hung guys over the years but this guy was different in that often really big cocks seem to get hard, but not rock hard. His was rigid and he was certainly not dirty but had that muskiness of a guy who's been working all day, as he pushed my head down on his cock and my nose nuzzled into amazing bush I got a mix of body spray, fresh sweat and that oily smell off his workmen trousers, it was intoxicating. Like many uncut guys his dick was wet and slippery with precum and as I worked on his cock he produced some low sounding grunts and murmurs of approval. Crouched down I was eye level with his cock and trying not to get mud on my trousers my enthusiasm took over and I decided they could be dry cleaned, it was a price worth paying. I reached behind him and put both hands on his arse, the palms of my hands making contact with his downy fur, which felt surprisingly soft and tactical. His breathing quickened and I felt the tell tale sign of his buttocks tighten as he said quite calmly but quickly "I'm going to cum...I'm cumming". I sensed the flooding of my mouth, not being able to gauge how much he'd shot I stopped any further mouth action and his cock withdrew slightly just as another thick rope of cum shot over my cheek, ear and forehead. I felt another wad catch the side of my hair and looked down to see my jacket splattered too. Shit, I thought, that means trousers and jacket for the cleaners. He heaved a final sigh of pleasure and his cock, still semi erect shot the final bust on the muddy ground. |
