Dave seemed much perturbed, ill at ease. He played Center-Half; the most important position in our school’s soccer squad. Just shy of 6 feet, he had a stocky but muscular build with extra wide thighs, my fetish, A year or so older than my nineteen year, A rough and ready temperament completed his picture. Dave was not known to be interested in gay sex. For several months, though, I had given him many seductive signals; and he knew me to be a gay bottom; but he never showed any inclination to come any closer.
My secret enjoyment was to be a voyeur of jocks at play. I relished looking at their muscles in motions, especially upper legs and buttocks. The picture of sweaty energetic muscular bodies, with straight up monster cocks, assaulting me, knocking me down and crushing me under their weight, with the cocks finding my asshole and ramming it to gain access, By this time I would have jerked off my fantasy and my cum would be splashed over my shorts.
Dave was usually the star of this show. Except this afternoon, when during practice, he was acting out of sorts: He kicked the ball out of the field and almost came to blows with another player. I hung around waiting for him to finish his shower etc. My excuse was a paper that I needed his input on, nut I suspected he knew of my interest in him..
“Why Ankara escort don’t you meet me at ‘The KONO coffee shop around 6?” He added that some others would also be there, I had this itch in my ass that wouldn’t go away and i waited for the time by looking at my watch every few minutes. He met me outside the coffee shop a little after 6
“Sorry. No one else could make it. Why don’t we chill out at my place and I’ll drop you home later?” He took me to their basement TV lounge. Over lemonade and cookies, he sat next to me on the couch and confided his tale of woe.
“A cousin of mine has been visiting from Islamabad. She is in her early twenties. Studying for an MA. She’s not known to have a boyfriend”. He lowered his voice, sometimes stopping altogether. I pieced together that for the past week or so she had been a slow tease to poor Dave. Letting him touch her boobs, run his fingers over her legs and even held his erect cock. Oh, yes! She enjoyed kissing and would almost drown him in long wet lip-locks. During one such kiss, he had put his hand thru her waistband and fingered her wet pussy. She enjoyed that for a few minutes and then ran off. This was true to form for Pakistani girls. Hardly one out of a thousand would allow a home run. All this touching feeling, though, was Ankara escort bayan most prevalent between cousins. Necking and kissing, holding boobs and cocks sometime pussy rubbing and fingering were the limit of such liaisons
“But last night, her last here, it was the worst.” Dave recounted: They were all watching a late show and as others went away, only he and the cousin remained on the sofa in the basement TV lounge. They merged with each other and he started his slow seduction. She responded to the point that they were passionately necking and touching all over. He unhooked her bra and to her panting response, he fondled her boobs.
“I let my dick out, and drew her hand to it” (As he said this with eyes closed, he took out his large most handsome Lund and put my hand on it. It was hot and heavy, sculpted smooth to the touch, hard like a Greek column)
“She pulled on it and touched her lips on the cock-head. I put my hand through her sweatpants drawstrings and touched her wet pussy.”. He panted hoarsely. as he pulled me closer started caressing my back.
“There was a river flowing in her pussy. I pulled down her sweatpants and and panties off her ass down to her knees. Pulling apart her legs, I rubbed her pussy and fingered it lightly. She squirmed and weakly Escort Ankara tried to move away. I pinched her breasts and squeezed her in an embrace.” (Saying this, he crushed me, too, in a tight hug.)
“She was moaning in a low voice, as I was nibbling at her boobs and rubbing, what II presumed was her clit. She put her hand on mine and moved it over to the spot. She was moaning and convulsing lightly putting my hands behind, (Yes, he was pressing my ass and pulling my hands to his throbbing cock.as he continued)
“I put my hands under her ass and raised her up. I tried setting her wet pussy.down over my erect cock.She held my cock and rubbed it on the side of her love cave, after a few I slipped some spit on its head and rocked it in position. Just then she wiggled free and ran to her room.”
“I tried tp jerk off but I couldn’t get my head straight.” As I was feeing sorry for him, he continued:
“Thats where you come in, dear little faggot!” “Maybe you can help me get rid of this physical pain.”
“How may I help?” I blurted, though I had a good idea where this whole charade was headed.
He pinched my bottom and tried to turn me face down on the couch. “Just let us have some fun. You want it, don’t you” He took off his shorts and tried putting my face onto his throbbing cock.
“Are you looking for a sewer to dump your load into? If so, I’m not it. I’m not a whore but a human being whose sexual orientation may be different from yours. I need love, affection and respect to have a relationship. Physical attraction by itself does not suffice!”
And I walked home.