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Related article: Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:33:27 -0400 From: rbrown001cox.net Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART THREE After I left Jeff that night, I walked back to my place, every step of the way trying to decide how to arrange to see Chance again and, if I did, how I wanted to handle it. I knew I wanted us to be friends. I liked him and wanted to be around him. And, if something sexual sleep model toplist happened, I thought I could handle it. But I waited until the next day to call him. The last couple of weeks, we'd seen a lot of each other. We'd been to a couple of soccer games at the college and a basketball game. We'd met for a beer in the local student hangout several nights, but always in a public place where we were surrounded with people, some of russian kiddy models which one of us knew, but mostly with strangers. Never were we alone, at least for long. We had a good time together, laughing and just being friends, but always there 3d cgi models was an undercurrent of tension between us. We both wanted more. I kept waiting for him to make the first move, to invite me over to his place or at least go somewhere in his car. I hadn't been in it since that night. But he never mentioned anything first, always asking me what I wanted to do. He'd said that night in his car to let him know when I was ready. I guessed that was what I was going to have to do. But how? Finally, I wrote him an email, asking if maybe I nude models neitherlands could come over to his place some night, that I needed someone to drill me with questions for an exam I was going to have to take soon. As soon as he got it, he called and we made plans to meet the next night. As it happened, we didn't live far apart. I said I'd walk over to his place. I was pretty excited about this all day, but later that afternoon, I became so nervous and strung out over it, I decided to run for awhile. I ran my usual route down by the river and through campus. When I got back to my place, I started to shower and clean up before going over to Chance's apartment. Going into the bathroom, I remembered he'd said he liked me hot and sweaty. I didn't know why and smiled when I thought about it. But it'd worked then, so I thought I'd just clean up a little and change out of my running shorts. Then, when I looked at myself in the mirror, my jessi teen model bulge was huge in them and pushing out the side. I decided to leave them on. As I approached his door, my heart was racing. jessi teen model I could easily have backed out, but the prospect ahead of me was more than worth the effort. "Hi, come on in," he said, looking down over my body, his eyes widening. "I'm glad you came over." Then pulling at the split in jessi teen model the leg of my running shorts, he said, "You look good in those. You must have run all the way over here. Your skin's moist and flushed." "No," I replied, pulling the shorts down in the crotch. "I walked over, but I did run before that. You know, we only live a few blocks apart." "Really," he exclaimed. "Well, you want something to drink? I've got a lot of juices and stuff, beer too, if you want that. I've even got a little pot," he added with a slight chuckle swimsuit model photography as I looked at him. "Well . . . later, maybe later," I replied, sitting on the arm of the sofa. "For now, just some juice sounds good." Going into the kitchen, he stopped and turned. "Yeah," he said, a smile coming across his face as his eyes dropped to my crotch. "Yeah . . . later. That sounds good to me." We talked for awhile and then spent an hour or more studying the exam booklet. There were over a hundred questions he'd ask me randomly and I give an answer that he'd check to see if it was correct. I was surprised he already knew many of the answers, most of them, in fact. "What's all this for?" he asked. "Are you going to get a real estate license or something? I thought you worked in an art gallery while you went to college." I got up and walked around the room, stretching out my legs. "I do," I singapore teen models confessed, "but I can also pick up more money selling real estate in my spare time, or I may quit the gallery if I'm successful and sell real estate full time." He looked at me, perhaps for the first time his eyes leaving my crotch. "Oh, of course," he said quickly. "I guess Jeff must have told you. I sell real estate too, mostly commercial. I wondered why you wanted me to help you study for this exam." "No," I exclaimed, "Jeff's never said what you do." Then stopping, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Actually, although I did need someone to drill me on the questions, anna christina model I have to admit I had kind of an ulterior motive when I asked if I could come over." I could feel him looking at me, his eyes searching my face. "Oh," he said, pausing, a twinkle in his eye. "So, you've finally decided something I think is pretty russain female models important to both of us? Yes? Is that it?" I looked over at him and then quickly away. "Well . . . I guess I'm here, infant model pictures aren't I?" I said, softly, looking around the room. He sat up on the sofa and, opening the drawer of the nude models neitherlands coffee table in front of him, took out a plastic bag and, saying nothing, began to roll a joint. Then, turning off the light at the end of the sofa, he picked up the television remote and gave it a click. "Sit down," he said. "Let's relax and watch the game for awhile." Moving over to the sofa, I sat next to him as he lit the joint, and leaning against me, handed it to me. I took a drag and gave it back to him, both of us watching a soccer game already in progress as this continued. A few moments later, we'd both put our feet up on the coffee table and, our bodies slumped against each other, were more or less watching the game. We didn't speak much, but were certainly relaxed and comfortable. At one point, he put his modeltopsites arm over the back of the sofa and then slowly, I felt it rest lightly over my shoulders as we watched the game, occasionally commenting on different plays. I knew my dick was swelling. I could see it pushing against my shorts, painfully pressing against the confining jock. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I lowered my hand over my dick and pulled the pouch down and over, allowing the head to swell out of it and against my shorts. For a while that seemed to help. Neither of us spoke, but when it'd swollen enough to protrude from the leg of my running shorts, I rested my hand over it, unsure what to do about it. Then I felt his hand push mine gently off the swollen head and replace it with his own, holding it firmly inside his hand, his eyes kiddy model teens never leaving the television screen. I remember how good just that felt. It'd been so long since teens model thongs it'd seen any action down there, my dick was incredibly sensitive. My body stiffened at first but, as he hugged me gently to him, I relaxed my big clit model head against the back of the sofa, closing my eyes. He held my dick firmly, occasionally stroking it pretteen nude models loosely over the hugely swollen head until it'd swelled too much to stretch over it. Parting my lips, I began to breathe from my mouth, my chest rising and falling slowly from the sensation and my dick swelling impossibly large. He waited, watching the game. Then, moving his arm from around my shoulders, baumanometer standby model he sat up and seemed to lean over my lower body. Suddenly I detected the moist warmth of his mouth moving over the head of my dick. I tried not to jerk or move, but the sensation was too powerful, too intense. My groin lifted up into the sensation, my body trembling slightly. Relaxing his mouth, he sucked very lightly further down my dick, his tongue wantonly swirling around the shaft. It nude models neitherlands felt so good, I felt blonde buxom model myself moan quietly as he repeated it several times, each time more firmly until in time, I had to move my hand over the back of his head to stop him. "Let's go lie across the bed," I heard him say softly, kissing the head of my dick with long, sucking strokes of his lips, reluctant to give it up. I got up but, feeling a little light headed at first, leaned into his body. The two of us went into the bedroom and, closing the door, he guided me over to the bed. The room was so dark I could barely make him out, but as I sat on the edge of the bed, I felt him taking off my sneakers. Then, as I lay back on the bed, I felt him pulling my shorts and jock off my legs and, holding them open as he knelt between them, I felt his mouth and lips moving inside my thighs, kissing and licking their smooth, tender flesh until, bending my legs at the knee, I pulled up on the bed, immediately feeling his mouth nuzzling under my balls, licking and sucking their fullness for a moment before pulling away. Lifting my head, I could barely make out his body turning as he took off his clothes. I moved further up on the huge king size bed and, relaxing my body, legs still apart, I felt him crawl in over me, again his hands and mouth eagerly exploring my crotch and groin. Stretching my arms back over my head, I pulled the pillows down to us, feeling his hands move under the cheeks of my butt, squeezing their firm fullness and he lifted my groin up against his face, anxiously licking around the base of my dick and inside my groin, his warm breath mouth teasing my moist skin. Turning once more to my dick, he lay between my legs on his chest, its black hairs tickling my inner thighs with his slightest move russian kiddy models as he gave it his full attention. His hands free to fondle my body as he slowly licked the nonude child modelling sides of my then hugely swollen dick, he occasionally sucked its firmly stretched flesh against his relentless lips as they made their way to the head, by then covered with beads of precum, forced by the pressure of my hard on to stream over its huge mushroom. Kissing it tenderly, his soft lips sucking it tightly between them, he tasted the sweet, sticky fluid, moaning almost imperceivably as he squeezed the thick base of my dick, encouraging more to flow from its slit. My body twisting against him from the intense sensation, he reluctantly moved from the head, slowly inching his way down over my shaft, his tongue swirling against it with every pause. I felt at times I was going to come unglued. It felt so good, so good. But I wondered how long I could take it, in silence, and keep my emotions in tow. Grabbing his shoulders, at times I pushed against him, but at others I pulled his body into mine, often becoming embarrassed when I'd realize I was stroking his hair, rubbing his neck or young model nudes shoulders, or just enjoying the feel of his warm, muscular body beneath my fingers as I squeezed and rubbed the muscles in his back, sides, or even chest. This was exactly what I longed to feel again. Unlike nothing I'd ever experienced before, it was almost painful, the pleasure of sensation I came to know with him, almost incredible. I was a little ashamed of it, but I loved the feeling of his huge hands caressing my body and the sheer weight of his body pressing against mine. It was so different from a woman's. There was so much strength and power just beneath the surface, so much hardness. I wouldn't admit this to myself at first, but I wanted to explore his body too, like I had a woman's . . . . perhaps even more. His body was, after all, more familiar, more like my own. However, it wasn't easy to let myself and, for a time, I satisfied myself with only reacting when I couldn't help it. As I felt his hands moving up over the fullness of my pumped pectoral muscles, I could tell the nipples were erect and swollen. He seemed to like this, rolling them around against his large fingers, one in each hand, as he sucked even more firmly on my dick. I was close already and this seemed to trigger something that moved me even closer to orgasm. When he started to pinch them, I felt my chest contract from the sensation and, with a slight tingling feeling in the head of my dick, I felt a load of cum spurt against his tongue, which immediately swirling over the impossibly sensitive head, sucking the unexpected load into his throat, groaning audibly with a kind of deeply felt satisfaction. I tried to remain calm, but it was impossible. That was a long awaited ejaculation, too much to take quietly. Holding my ls models valery crotch firmly against his mouth, he fought to lower it yet another time over my dick, deep throating it several times until I felt a second, even heavier load stream from my body, virtually shattering the silence with my cries for him to stop. I couldn't take any more. Surprised at my emotion, Chance held my load in his mouth, trying not to laugh at my reaction until he could swallow it. Then, pulling my body up against his, he held me tightly to him. I rested my hands on his shoulders, suppressing the urge I felt to hold him too. He wanted me to stay the night with him, but I didn't think that was a good idea. I did, however, remain with him until long after midnight. We'd stayed in bed, naked, sleeping and talking a little. Somehow or other, he'd gotten me off a couple of times more before I finally left. I didn't offer any resistance. After all, I told myself, that's what I came there for, and I got it. bandai steam model rbrown001cox.net Spring, 2008
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