Date: 12/18/2017, Categories: Gay, Group Sex, Interracial Sex, Author: WVGayman, Source: xHamster
CORNFIELD CHRONICLES Like the rest of the willing participants I hoped would be there, I was on a hunt that balmy summer night. For something hot, hung, hungry and strange. Possessing the same desire, skills and equipment as myself. Though on a hunt, I felt the natural defense of being in a strange place. My surroundings consisted of the things around the rest area my eyes could make out in the relative darkness of the distance. My companion disappeared into the darkness as I decided to walk up the small hill, sit at the bench and have a smoke. Three steps in that direction bait became available and my sights homed in. The closer he got, the more I felt sexual heat roll through my six-foot form. When he was close enough to see, I felt my jaw begin to drop open. He stopped three steps from being toe to toe with me, smiled wide and checked me out. “Been waiting long?” He asked. I’m hoping the wait is over.” I replied as I checked out his blue jean and leather vest clad six foot standing. “Trust me, the wait is over.” He told me as he lazed a finger over my black moustache. I quickly took the finger into my mouth, began to suck on it and snicker at him jolt of a reaction. Once I bit down on it a little, it was by my teeth that he led me up the hill and into the cornfield. Once in a few feet, I was really amazed. There was enough corn trampled for us to stand comfortably, and enough light coming from somewhere to help me make out his face a bit better. His thick moustache was ...