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I was amazed at his charm and flirtatious nature. 

Eventually, after all my friends had left, he offered to drive me home. It felt great, and I continued to stroke my cock as I sucked him.

After that, she would ask me to tell her "That guy story" periodically while she used her clit sucker toy. He soon found my prostate and began pleasuring my inner and outer parts in perfect unison. That first kıss was just a peck as I didn't know what to do! He took an immediate liking to me and kept offering me cocktails all night long, which I was only too happy to accept!

I just knew I had to follow through and let him take me. Whereas he knew exactly what he was doing and had pretty much planned it. It was a moment of pure bliss – thanks to a Brazilian god who chatted me up in London’s Heaven nightclub. This is the true story I shared with my wife that night. Then we held hands, looked into each other's eyes, and after a long time, he asked me: “What if we kıss?”

I just looked into his eyes, closed them, and let our lips do the rest.

He released a healthy load of sperm and semen right into my throat as he held me down to the base, my nose buried in his trimmed but slightly fluffy bush. A firm smack on my right cheek made my libido increase and inhibitions begin to melt away. Never, ever had I shot a load that far. He immediately snuggled up to me and asked me if I had enjoyed myself. Suddenly I had the shaft of another man's cock in my hand.

I was met with a deeply sensual kiss lasting at least 20 seconds.

As we broke the kiss, we looked into each other's eyes once again before I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him into a wet and sloppy makeout session that continued for at least five minutes. His house was about 25 minutes away so I set off and arrived about 5:00 pm.

Finally, after looking into each other’s eyes for a while, with my heart racing and finding it hard to remain calm, I leaned over to him. Long hair and short, black beard. On smelling the smoke on us, he assumed we’d been smoking and ordered us back to bed. 

Back at school, our friendship certainly bloomed, until he got suspended for having drinks on campus, and his parents decided that he was to change schools.