We met Brad and Paige shortly after we moved to our new house when they came over and introduced themselves and welcomed us to the neighborhood.They were another young, attractive couple and it wasn't long before the six of us were almost always together on the weekends. I didn’t even undo the belt, as I just popped the buttons and hauled my hardening cock out of its confines. I made assumptions I wasn’t his first cock…alone this weekend……day…maybe even this hour. He follows me over to the guy and watches me punch my cock back up his hole. Once he was there, he came near me to insert into the host’s ass.
And speaking of kilts………at the vendor fair, one of my CLAW co-workers, who was also a vendor, was talking to me and started feeling me up….down….under my leather kilt. It was all a tease, as he couldn’t leave his booth and yet couldn’t fuck me there. The change in culture is weird – though I’m just as guilty. …there on an app, and lord know which one, was a faceless guy looking to collect loads up in his room. His stats seemed accurate, but overall it did not matter much.
And he’d do it at all the wrong locations, though I think that was by design. That’s nice and all, but clearly unobtainable on many levels. We chatted about their kilts and how I might like one or two of them. One was very very light weight, almost too much so that in any kind of breeze, there’d be no question on if I were wearing it correctly. Each time left me bare-assed naked, and semi-aroused…a little more than semi…the middle of the vendor floor. But again, like my CLAW co-worker, he was working so nothing to be had from that. The funny thing about CLAW is, that while there are literally hundreds of men right in front of you, is how many people are on their fucking Scruff, Recon, Grindr, Mr X apps looking for guy with which to fuck around. While still in him, I turn the fuckee around – still not seeing him – and have him facing other guy’s dick.
He liked nuzzling me when he was on his knees, making me hard for all to see, be it through my 501s, my leather pants or my kilt. So he was a good lure for the business and guys were milling around him. The proprietor showed me off to his neighboring vendors where I seemingly got the seal of approval, but only in a nod. “Troy”, the helper, also mentioned reading this here blog and how he loves it – and how the written word can be more erotic than video / pictures…which I agreed. It was a great compliment that I could turn on such a man. I was commando and sporting a thick chrome cockring. I used my own spit as lube, even though he had some in plain sight. I ask him if he likes what he sees, meaning me, and he does. I considered going around to have him suck me, but I opted not to see his face… So I stood aside and watched the new arrival fuck the guy. He then said he had gotten off three other times that day and wasn’t sure he could get off.
I don't remember who first came up with the idea, but we all loved the thought of renting a cottage and spending a week at the beach together.
We all rearrange our work schedules and before you know it our vacation is ready to begin. It's right on the beach and has three master-type bedrooms, so each couple has their own bath.
It has been proven that all humans need some sort of affection from someone.