1. FUCKED BY THE NON-COM


    Date: 11/20/2017, Categories: First Time, Gay, Hardcore, Author: XXXNoBounds, Source: xHamster

    When I moved into my new house, I couldn’t help but notice I was surrounded by gorgeous guys. It was an obscene wealth of knockouts, from the tall, slender Air f***e officer next door, who jogged in slinky, clingy shorts that revealed every detail of his anatomy, to the scruffy ne’er-do-well around the corner, with his perpetual half-smoked cigarette and mop of bleached blonde hair. But the fella who first caught my eye was the non-com across the street. I have a thing for tall guys – tall and skinny. Invariably they have huge cocks, but it’s also their body shape that turns me in. I love having a few extra square yards to lick and suck. I love wrapping my arms around their skinny torsos and having them fold themselves over me. It adds a dimension to sex that shorter guys simply can’t bring. The guy across the street is in the military, which means he wears baggy camos a lot. But even those clothes can’t hide the fact he’s got some altitude but not much latitude. The guy, whose name I later learned is Bob, comes in at about 6 foot, 2 inches tall, maybe 6-3. But I’ll bet he doesn’t weigh a pound over 175. He has wonderful, arched cheekbones, a bristly fuzz of dark hair, almost black, and a noticeable 5 o’clock shadow. That would imply his chest and ass are also hairy, and I was right – again, something I later learned. So it went like this. It was a hot summer weekend and Bob and his girlfriend had invited over a bunch of their friends to cook out and drink beer. There’s a ...
    vacant lot next to their place, so they set up the grill and a couple of those screened-in sunshades, as the mosquitoes can be bad this time of year. I was enjoying a blissful weekend off from work. We had just conquered a crush of deadlines that had required late nights and some Saturday hours, but all of that was behind us. I was looking forward to just goofing off at the house, maybe catching up on my writing and movie watching, and having a few beers. I guess Bob and his crew had the same idea about the beer, because as afternoon gave way to evening they got noisier and noisier. I could hear the overly loud laughter of women who’d had a few too many margaritas, and there was the unmistakable clank of beer bottles being tossed into a garbage can, so I know they were doing their fair share of alcohol consumption. Later that night somebody brought out the fireworks. I don’t know what it is about summer and fireworks, but the two just seem to go together, especially after you’ve had a few. I’m not one of those people who hates fireworks, and even though they’re against the law in my state I never call the cops over people shooting off fireworks. But this show they were putting on was getting out of hand. Instead of lighting single firecrackers they were setting off whole strings, which sounded like World War III about to commence. The firecrackers escalated to bottle rockets. They would shoot up through the trees – or sometimes not make it through the trees – with a loud whistle ...
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