Bulging Buddy

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Bulging BuddyI was on my knees in a well known ‘normal’ bookstore. You know.. The kind with a coffee shop. I was looking for a particular book on one of the lower shelfs when I noticed a gentleman standing next to me. Older gentlemen always seem to know what they want, and they truly appreciate a crossdressing sissy. They treat me like a lady or a slut; in most cases, both. I prefer men over 45 most of the time, but a good hard cock is difficult to turn down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. I’m just looking for a book here.” I said as I excused myself. “No problem.”, he said. “Take all the time you need.”As I glanced up a little, I noticed an obvious bulge in his crotch. It guessed he was a little turned on for some reason. The bulge would move or flex every now and then. He knew what he was doing, I’m sure. He had my attention. I took a moment to lean forward and arch my back, pushing my butt into the air a little. I was on both hands and knees, crawling along the bottom portion of the shelf. I heard a slight, muffled groan. Then I returned to just being on my knees. When I was certain that the book I was looking for wasn’t there. I stood up, catching a better glimpse of his bulge, and smiled at illegal bahis siteleri the gentleman before turning away. Every now and then, as I walked around the shelves in the store, I would see this gentleman out of the corner of my eye, watching me, and looking for an opportunity to catch me on my knees, no doubt. After several minutes of this little game, I figured he was interested in more than just books. I made a bee-line for the restroom. I walked in, and it was empty. I went to the furthest stall, which was a large handicap stall, and went inside. I didn’t close the door. I just took out my little cock and started to pee. It wasn’t long before the door opened and my handsome friend was peeking in at me from the stall door. I turned around and sat on the toilet while dabbing the urine away from the tip of my miniscule penis. He continued to stare, while I dabbed, and then I looked him in the eye, winked and smiled. He got the message, closed the stall door then and walked over to me. His bulge straining against his pants was directly in front of my face. As he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, I watched as a beautiful cock sprang from his underwear and bobbed in front youwin giriş of my face. I looked up at him and smiled as I leaned forward and took the hot head of his bulbous helmeted cock into my mouth. A moan escaped his lips as he pushed forward to insert more of his girth into my mouth. He was trimmed and smelled of fresh soap from his morning shower no less. I continued to move my head back and forth as I sucked on his shaft to get as much down my throat as possible. “God that feels so good.”, he muttered. “Mmmm.” was my only response. I quickened my piston-like pace on his shaft as I continued to suck him off and pull on my own pathetic penis. His hands held gently on either side of my head as he moved his hips to fuck my face in little movements. My sucking noises got louder at times, but I always half expected someone to walk in, so I tried to be discreet. By now, his cock was fully engorged and he was filling my mouth up with tube steak. This is a man that obviously made his wife happy with his tool. If she wasn’t, then she didn’t know what she was missing and certainly didn’t know how to appreciate a nice meaty cock. I began to fondle his balls. They were nice and perabet heavy. If it weren’t for the hair, I would have been sucking the life out of those testicles. Take note gentlemen: Dinata prefers hairless balls. He had the balls of a bull and I could not resist pulling on them and my moans increased as I continued to suck his essence from his dick. The harder I sucked, the closer he came to unloading his baby-batter down my gullet. It was all I could do to keep from shoving his cock up my ass and taking his load deep within my guts. Older gentlemen can be so fucking sexy. I grabbed his cock with my right had and gyrated my tug as I slobbered on his knob. Within a minute, that familiar grunt came from his deepest pit as he unloaded a volley of his best tasting Boston Cream down my throat. Spasm after spasm continued as he shot his load with a convulsion. I struggled to swallow what I could, but I cared less when the rest poured into my lap and onto my own cock. When we both subsided from our high, I cleaned his cock and placed his member back into his trousers. “When can I meet you again.”, he said to me. “Well, this is where you can find me, but it’s hit and miss.”, I said. “I come here a lot, but I prefer to dress up sometime, and meet in other places.” He seemed thrilled about the fact that I love to crossdress. We haven’t met up since this encounter, but I’m sure we will, soon. I keep a stash of girly things in a bag in my car, just in case.

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