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. The recoil s gonna shoot that stock up andinto your chin, you keep holding it like that.He adjusted the rifle in my grasp.Suddenly, Iwas less conscious of the weapon and intimatelyaware of Allan s musculature.At twenty-six, hewas a solid mass of lean maleness, only a year orso removed from military service.He still worehis chestnut hair in a flattop, but had grown agoatee following a very honorable discharge.Adding to the manly scent emanating off his skinwas the smell of motor oil.He pressed against me,demonstrating the proper stance, and one muscle inparticular registered through his old cammies,whatever he had on for underwear, and my jeansand boxers.My focus evaporated. Allan, I sighed. Come on, buddy you can get this.I pressed back against what he wassubconsciously pushing forward.Allan tensed.Foranother few seconds, we remained together in thatposition and I swore I felt the pulse of his dick. I only wish I could get this, I said, rubbing myjeans-clad butt into his thickness.Allan s throat, so close to mine, knotted underthe influence of a heavy swallow.He coughed toclear it and then, one body part at a time,withdrew: strong hands first; arms; chest; the big,booted feet bracing my sneakers; finally his dick. So, do you have any more questions? Only one, I said.It was now, or never to be. You helped me out with my research.Anything Ican help you out with? You know, to thank you?Letting go of the rifle, I slid my right handbehind me and reached around.Allan was stillclose enough.My fingers brushed over his crotch,which turned out to be as tented as I d imagined.He d thrown bone and was hard in his cammies. Dude, he grunted.I squeezed the fullness of his cock and gropedthe loose meat of his balls, which seemed hugebeneath my touch. I m not gay. No, but you re harder than granite, so howabout you let me thank you properly.Interested?Allan said, I m good, thanks.My own cock pressed against my zipper, sohard and at such an awkward angle it verged onpainful. I know you re good.The question is, doyou want me to go down on you, no reciprocationneeded? A little gratitude for teaching me how tohandle a rifle properly.Allan chuckled. Oh, you sure know whatyou re doing, that s for fuckin sure.I turned around and handed Allan the shotgun. You hold onto this one.I ll take care of theother.I stole a brief glance into his gray-blue gaze,saw the last of his hesitation written in and aroundhis eyes, along with his incredible mouth, whichhad brought so many women pleasure; that goateeadding to his classic, rugged handsomeness.Fromthe periphery, I again recorded the tufts of darkhair poking up from the collar of his threadbare T-shirt.Dropping to my knees, I drank in the rest of hismagnificence: his toned torso, athletic legs andhuge feet.And, of course, that decent bulge, whichI worked to free before Allan s twenty-twentykicked in, and we lost the moment.I popped thefour brass buttons of his cammies and workedopen his belt and fly.Tented black boxer-briefswaited beneath, with a dot of wetness on thecrown.I tugged down the elastic waistband.Allan s cock jumped out, thick and hairy, with a fathead and a pair of fatter balls swinging underneath,all of it ripe with the musty stink of a real man ssweat.Opening wide, I took his cock into my mouthand sucked.I knew all about Allan Valico s cock.For months,his girlfriend had told me the intimate details abouthow its perfect thickness had filled her tightly;how his big, hairy balls had banged her raw frombehind, like lead ingots.How and this was themost telling part he was always up for a fuck, hisnuts swollen and full of come-juice, never goingdown, no matter how often she threw one at him.Traci had been clear about this part, too. Heloves head, but I don t like the taste& or the smell.Allan doesn t manscape.His rocks are so hairyand always so sweaty.She was an excellent photographer at themagazine, which was how she d met Allan.Butshe hadn t been the best girlfriend when it came tomeeting the man s voracious sexual needs.When Iwas assigned a story that necessitated me knowinghow to properly fire a rifle, I knew exactly who toask to school me.Allan now ran a garage out on a remote stretchof Route 13 and had happily offered to show mewhat he had learned about guns in the service.Onmy knees, playfully tugging on his balls, I showedhim what I knew about servicing a man s needs. Oh, fuck, Allan growled.I caressed one of his steel-tough legs, aware ofhis stiffness all over, not just in the condition of hisdick [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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