1. Cornfield Chronicles


    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 ...
    brown and it hovered above a mouth I couldn’t help but kiss. Just so I could rub my hand over the heavy beard shadow on his rugged face. He moaned and groped my tool box as I did so, and then he suddenly ceased meshing moustache with me and his green eyes were wide. “What?” I asked with concern. “You’ve got a big cock!” He said. “Glad you like it.” I said and smiled. What can you tell me about it?” “I can tell you that I’ve got a nice, thick nine inch poker between my legs! If you can handle it, I’ll give it all to you!” I said slowly as I watched him look down at my bulge. “I want to see it!” He said to have me thrust my hips forward. He unfastened my buttons, slid a hand in and pulled my meat out. My groan was one of relief for the release and then I went for his buttons. Behind them I discovered an eight-inch long by two and a quarter inch thick piece of grade AA manmeat. It jutted straight out at me, without the support of a cockring and I couldn’t help but fall to my knees and take it into my mouth. He seemed all for it, but he had no idea what my intentions were. He moaned, groaned and called me every type of cocksucker I could ever want to be. He leaned over me and ran those manly hands over my body and he even got an occasional feel of my meat. He pulled my black curly hair in effort to keep me sucking that schlong the way he wanted me to. He even stopped me on occasion so as to make me watch as he rolled that thick foreskin up to cover the engorged meatus. “Stick that ...
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