Montag, 27. Januar 2014

If the Officer want "FUCK" 3

When Dar woke in the night they were still knotted in each other's arms, as thoroughly elaborately enlaced about each other as their tools hanging on the foot of the bed. Dar lay in a kind of numb stupor, close against the soft cozy body, staring at the lad's sleeping young face relied on him in the chilly white moonlight that was falling throughout the bed. They had disregarded to pull the drapes over the window.

They had disregarded to take any one of their clothes off. They had also still got their boots on, Dar was just lying with his unbuttoned breeches adequately pulled down to relieve his penis and enable it to go diving directly in to the boy's inviting back flow.
His drooping cock stirred at the memory.

The lad's eyes drifted open and stared into the hard gray eyes considering his face in the moonlight. He smiled. Delicately.

Dar raised his head for a kiss, the lad raised an hand to place about the back of Dar's head. Their mouths pushed. The suggestion of the boy's tongue came reluctantly jabbing in to Dar's mouth, Dar made his very own tongue gentler, to caress that reluctant tongue as it entered his mouth.
They rested up and began wordlessly to undress. Dar struggled with his upper leg length army boots and the lad jumped to it like a good Helpmate to snag them from his feet however his hands stumbled and slipped on the heel of one boot. Dar chuckled and stated in an husky and uncommonly soft voice, "Your Captain will certainly have you for it if you are so awkward pulling his boots off.".

"The Captain never ever makes us draw his boots off," the lad answered.

Dar was amazed to hear this yet it was not his business and he did not want to lead the lad on to trust what troop it was he offered in, which might mean the boy expected them to correspond or something. He simply provided the boy's extremely close-cropped head a long slow caress, feeling the velour bristle under his hand. He smiled as he did it. The lad would have been better off with simply a short back and sides like Dar had, Dar understood without asking that that admired Captain of his had actually cropped hair and the child Helpmate had actually copied his hair style.

With his boots off, he resisted shuck his breeches off his lean narrow hips, letting them drop in a heap with his t-shirt on the flooring. The lad was resting naked on the bed now, his big beautiful muscular shoulders hunched shyly. He was taking a look at the floor, not daring to check out Dar's long thin hardening cock although only a few hrs prior to it had been sunk deep in his behind, thrusting him in to orgasm.

Dar knelt down and put his practical the lad's huge soft-muscled upper legs, pushing them vulnerable to his look. Considering that they were right here for the night, not going their different means after a fast fuck in the stables, he identified to offer the lad some sluggish enjoyment. He did not believe his was the very first support the lad had picked up-- very unlikely, a huge appeal like this one, yet he thought there had not been numerous lovers and those had probably been similarly inexperienced stumbling young cubs.

He viewed in between his lean lengthy fingers on the soft muscular upper legs a large thick cock with a blue vein on the underside, expanding and hardening also as he saw. The rounds in their wrinkled darker skin hung soft and heavy under his gaze. Dar communicated and touched them, crinkling mild fingers around one to make the lad gasp and sigh and capture his large lip in his teeth. With one finger, still cupping his hand around the soft-skinned bollock, he naturally touched the erogenous area in between rounds and hole.

The boy groaned, his cock was rising: big and turgid, Dar's eyes glowed with pleasure to see him so well hung. His finger came skimming the rim of the lad's opening, back between opening and balls; he stooped his head and took the lad's huge cock in his mouth. Touching him with one hand, clutching the muscles of his thigh with the various other, he drew at the turgid difficult cock. He ran his tongue down to the base of it, lacing patterns around the thick vein with the tip of his tongue, thrusting his suckling mouth about the hard throbbing head of the tight column.

The boy rested rigid with euphoria, helpless in his hands and mouth, moaning and groaning and spreading his large muscular upper legs out to subject his cock and rounds and gap a lot more freely for Dar Vaie to play with. Dar drew on him harder, feeling his big upper leg muscles tense and his hips thrust up then he was cumming in spurts that struck the back of Dar's throat with salacious lotion, cumming with snagging hips and little screams of satisfaction. Dar gagged for a short time on the spurt of cream suddenly striking his throat, curling his tongue up as he continuouslied pull, to route the next couple of surges in to his mouth, smiling as he revelled in the salty sperm entering his mouth.

Dar permitted the softening penis go from his mouth, knelt up and rolled the lad over in the bed, quickly and effectively rolling a fresh prophylactic onto his very own hard penis, pushing his knees in between the lad's relaxed knees, lubricating his arse once again with a gentle drive of a finger that acquired a jerk from the post-orgasmic soft loosened up physical body below him.

He embeded as gently and as deep as he could manage, successfully rousing the lad to renewed pleasure in spite of his spent problem. He lay on the lad's broad back, propelling deep and mild, deep and mild in to him, up until he had gritted teeth and a last long push to that butter blonde physical body, hearing the lad moaning and when he passed a gentle hand over the lad's face it came away moist with splits of worn down pleasure.

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