The Storage Unit…a true story

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The Storage Unit…a true storyAs they were leaving the church, Jim found that just being in thepresence of Mike was more than he could stand anymore. Mike looked sogood in his starched white shirt and tie that Jim was having a hard timekeeping his cock from getting hard. He hadn’t slept well the nightbefore, knowing that Mike would spend the next two nights in his bed. Heknew, however, that he would never make it through the next 24 hours ofThanksgiving celebration without r****g Mike, so he had to think ofsomeway of getting his cock in Mike’s ass, just to tap some of theburning nut juice raging in his balls. On the ride home, Jim took hisrock hard cock out of his pants, much to Mike’s distress….”just don’tget us arrested”, said Mike. Reluctantly, Jim put his cock back in hispants, accepting the fact that Mike wasn’t going to just pull over togive him some fucking head.After packing the truck, Jim and Mike headed for Shurgard, to get somethings out of storage. By now, both of them had accepted the fact thatthey had to fuck or canlı bahis siteleri someone was going to get hurt! After getting caughtwith the Cialis, they threw all caution to the wind. Arriving at thestorage unit, Jim ran out of patience. He opened his pants, and hiscock, harder and redder than he had ever seen it, jutted out of hispants. Mike sank to his knees, taking a hit of the poppers as he openedhis mouth, gratefully accepted that hard piece of meat into his throat.Although the poppers were stale, the space crowded and floor hard, Mikedidn’t care. At last, a hard cock was poking his throat, which simplyincreased his need to get that throat opened and worked. Jim was pastcaring about kindness, and wrapped his hands around the back of Mike’shead, and started fucking. At this point, he had to fuck…he hoped Mikewouldn’t get hurt but quite honestly…too fucking bad! He shoved hiscock in deep and Mike gagged…not complaining just gagged. Jim pulledback a bit, and just fucked, rocking back and forth as his beet-red perabet hardcock rode over Mike’s tongue and into his throat. “God, I need to come”,thought Jim.The blow job was great but Jim needed to fuck Mike’s ass. Needed, notwanted. The need had been so great for the last week that Jim foundhimself lying awake in his bed at night, literally. Never had heexperienced such a need. He found that Mike had already opened his pantsand so he just pushed them down. Turning around without a word, as ishis typical fashion, Mike gave Jim his ass. Jim grabbed the lotion fromhis pocket, smeared it over his hot cock, and shoved. He wasn’tconsiderate…he wasn’t gentle. Fuck! He needed his cock in Mike’s holeand didn’t give a fuck if someone came around the corner just then…hewouldn’t have stopped! Mike grunted once, and took a hit of the stalepoppers. Jim fucked. Hard, fast, intense. He held Mike by the hips andthrew his body into him, pounding his hot cock into Mike’sfuckhole…tightened by the long absence of a good fuck. perabet giriş Mike bouncedback against Jim’s body, fucking himself on the cock. It took only ashort time for Jim to feel his cum surging up his cock…this was no timefor holding back, as they could be caught, and Jim had no controlanyway…not after the wait, and after seeing how hot Mike looked inchurch. It was too much and the cum bolted out of his cock, harder thanhe had ever cum before, and blasted up Mike’s ass. The cum surged intoMike’s hot hole, but Jim didn’t stop fucking. For 5 more minutes hepounded Mike’s ass, though Mike’s legs starting shaking, and shit startedflowing. “I don’t care”, thought Jim. ” I want this man so bad that Iwant him to feel my seed far inside of him”. He stopped only when theblood started to return to his brain, and he realized they needed to getthe fuck out of there.Once they got outside, they shared some smokes, and both found themselvesshaking with the relief of having connected, of having shared eachother’s bodies. Mike could feel the cum and loosened shit in his ass,and Jim loved the feel of his sticky, shit-covered cock stuck to hisunderwear. “Fuck it”, he thought. “I dig this guy and I like having hisjuices on me. I can’t wait til I can get my hand in him tomorro…”

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