L.A. Cruising, Scene 2
Starring Tristan Jaxx and Jeremy Spreadums
I was taking out the trash in my tight little yoga shorts and this hot muscle guy biked by, cruised me, turned around and came back. He asked me what time it was, and I told him there was a clock inside my house.
Just inside the door, he dropped to his knees, pulled my dick out of my shorts and kept sucking until I unloaded in his mouth, and he had sucked out every last drop. He thanked me, stepped back out and went off on his way.
Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
It’s going to be hard to beat the threeway I had last night with another hung guy and this power bottom cub we fucked.
Dp’ing isn’t easy, especially with dicks as big as ours, but this kid took it like a champ. Not too tight but definitely not sloppy, his talented hole was the perfect fit for our two cocks. Honestly, I’ve never had a double penetration go so well, in so many different positions!
I’m kind of worn out, but since they’re both going to be at the pool party today, I’m tempted to go back to the well.
If I’m not busy with all the other muscle bears there…
My black boy is back and eager to please. I was supposed to see him last weekend, but our schedules didn’t click. So tonight he’s going to come over after work and take all his pleasure in worshiping and serving me.
I certainly won’t turn down the opportunity to kick back while he brings me my drink, rubs my shoulders, massages my feet and sucks my cock before I take him to the bedroom and fuck his tight, muscular butt with my big raw dick.
And so, the conversation with my end-of-summer boy continues. We may have only exchanged one nude pic each, but there’s a lot of dirty talk going back and forth between us. We’re both very verbal.
I have a chance to fly up and visit him for a long weekend next month, and I just might take it. The mental pictures we’ve been weaving together, along with my memories of how he milked my cock dry with his twerking, are pretty persuasive…
