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Lunch Time
by Ntb
Jerry has a nice house in a private area of Los Angeles. There was a hunky guy outside working on the guest house. I waved and knocked on the door. Jerry greeted me in the nude. He’s 6-2 190; a real silver fox.
My pants bulged at the sight of this hot foxy man. I closed the door behind me and lunged for him. We started groping each other right away. I fell to my knees and started licking his dick.
Jerry got on his knees and we just sort of rolled onto the floor, kissing and moaning and rolling around. It was all too hot. Jerry said we should get in bed. I was in a sex haze and just nodded.
His bedroom was the next stop. I peeled of my briefs and leapt onto his big soft bed. My erection was quivering. Jerry’s mouth devoured my hard tower and I exploded. Oh jeez, did I explode.
Jerry sucked and sucked and gulped down every bit of cum I had. I rolled into his arms and nuzzled and cuddled his big naked man body.
I had to get back to work, but I would be back for more lunch the next day.
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