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Subject: At the Underwear Rack Part 2 Hi, fellow Nifty readers and writers. Thanks for reading my stories. I’m a retired journalist living in Boston and Fort Lauderdale. I’ve enjoyed many of the tales on here. Lots of hot, entertaining writing. We have to do more than read these sexy gems. We all need to donate to the site as it relies on us to stay vibrant and alive. Other stories I’ve posted are The Bass Player (Sept. 13, ’17), The Pact (Sept. 13,’17), James (Jan. 26, ’18) — all Encounters; Drink It (Sept. 24, ’18) and Lesson at Rock River (Nov. 6, ’18, both Urination); Aaron’s Basement (Jan. 12, ’18, Adult Youth); Taken in the Woods (May 28, ’18, Authoritarian); the 4-part Camping with Josh (Sept. 24, ’18, Camping) and “William the Great” (3 parts, Jan, 16, ’19, High School. Be glad to hear from you if these stories excite you. doctordestiny@comcast ast AT THE UNDERWEAR RACK — Part 2 By Dudley Jarvis-North Our story began at the underwear rack at Lord I’ll do the rest. And he stuck his tongue inside my ear — an erogenous zone for me. I concentrated on relaxing my hole. “Let him in,” I thought to myself. I have a sexy married man on the verge of fucking me, I thought. What could be better? Mark forged past my sphincter — just a bit before I was ready — forcing me to push out and let him take me. Take me he did. The polite boy I had met at the underwear rack had all but disappeared as he pushed all 8 inches kocaeli escort inside. I pivoted my body to meet his thrusts. He was becoming more animal than man. Mark grabbed my neck and whispered, “Now I own your Italian ass, and I intend to use it. Get ready for the ride of your life.” At that moment, I wanted nothing more. Mark pulled out almost all the way and then thrust his dick in as I felt his pubic hair bang against my cheeks. After spitting on my crack again, he did it again. “Tell me how fantastic that feels,” he commanded, pulling the back of my hair. “Yes, I’m loving getting filled up by you,” I said, still busy concentrating on loosening myself even more. “You know, now that I’m inside you, Peter, I want to rough-fuck you. You like that.” I didn’t know how Mark knew that was what I liked, but I give him points for intuition. I had rarely met guys who figured that out without me asking them to be more aggressive in pounding me. As Mark fucked me, he whispered, “I’m going to long-dick you hard, the way you like it. Say it, Peter. You want to feel my big dick pumping hard inside you. You’ve been thinking about it since Lord & Taylor. Am I right? I saw the way you looked at me.” “Yes. I saw the bulge in your pants and wondered what was in your underwear. When you told me you were Polish, I wondered how big you were. When I learned you had a wife, I wondered what it would kocaeli escort bayan be like to get fucked by a straight guy. I have to say, your penis is even bigger than I expected.” “So you want me to do it hard?” “Fuck me with everything you’ve got,” I answered. Mark slapped my ass hard enough to sting me and take control, nailing me with no mercy, pulling out and repeating the motion. All the way in and all the way out, he piston-fucked me, varying the speed of the strokes as he pounded my G spot. About the fifth time he went in I started to relax and was feeling how much power he had over me. “I’m loving fucking you,” he said. “This is even better than my fantasies. Your ass feels so hot around my dick — I mean the temperature. It’s like your ass is on fire. Can you feel the heat?” My answer was to push into him even closer. Mark grabbed my body by the hips and turned me on my back, “Let’s do another position. I want to see the pleasure in your face,” he said. Mark lifted my legs over his shoulders, stretched his arms over my head and re-entered my ass with one quick motion. I reached my arms upward to meet his hands and surrendered. “Do you know how hot you are?” he said. “I like this position much better than doggie-style. Is that what you call it? I can look into your blue eyes.” Mark was still completely yahya kaptan escort hard and showed no signs of tiring. He was an insatiable fucker. I had finally gotten used to his size, and my own dick was hard. “I so need this,” I told him, as he bent closer and kissed me tenderly. I loved his lips on mine — the taste of bourbon was on his breath. He was surprisingly romantic as well as intensely sexual. Mark’s face was red with excitement as he did me. “Oh… oh, fuck, Jeezus, damn, this is amazing,” he kept repeating the amazing. “Your ass is driving me crazy. Now I know what I have been missing all these years.” His rhythm slowed slightly as he whispered, “I’m close, buddy. I’m feeling my cum churning in my balls begging to escape. Are you ready to take my load?” I was ready for everything he had to give. I was ready to watch his orgasm reflected in his face. He let out a loud roar and unloaded inside me — one, two, five distinct shots rocketed out of his dick. He wanted every drop of his cum inside me, so he squeezed the base of his dick to make sure his whole load found its way into me. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body meeting my own. His dick stayed inside as we kissed and he tousled my hair. Eventually, he left my stretched-out, dripping hole. We were both exhausted. Finally, Mark lifted himself off me and kissed me again. He brushed his hand on my face lovingly and touched my hair. “I have no words to describe the last hour,” he said. “I’m completely blown away.” Then came another of his surprises: “Do you have any plans tonight? Let’s go out for dinner, then come back here and do it again. Please.”

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