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Ian / Jim
Hair type: Brown / Brown
Ethinicity: Eastern European / Eastern European
Cock Type: Uncut / Uncut
Set Type: Pictures
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Poker Game 2, Jim
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Pictures: 68 | Added: 10-15-2001
You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t enjoy watching hot boys having sex, would you?
OK, sometimes they’re on their own and sometimes they’re a couple. But they’re always having sex, aren’t they?
We all like to watch sex.
But what some hot boys really enjoy is being watched as they have it. That really turns them on - almost more than the sex itself.
My friends Ian and Jim are just like that.
They’ve been boyfriends for almost two years now.
But, even though they still try to get into each other’s pants at every opportunity, more than anything else they like to have another guy there too.
Don’t get me wrong. The other guy isn’t there to join in. The way Ian and Jim are when they’re together, there’s no room for that. The one or two guys who’ve tried to get into the action have been sent packing right away.
No, Ian and Jim make it plain to anyone who wants to that they can watch - they can even take their dicks out and play with themselves if they like (the boys are very polite and always pretend not to notice!) - but they definitely can’t touch.
If you agree to their terms, Ian and Jim take you back to their place. They open a few beers, put on some music, maybe turn the lights down a bit - though not so low that their guest can’t see what’s going on - and then put on a show.
It’s like they’re frustrated wannabe actors or something - and I guess if they lived in San Francisco or West Hollywood they’d have become major stars in porno films by now. Still, Chi Chi La Rue’s loss is definitely my gain.
When Ian and Jim put on one of their “shows”, there’s usually a simple sort of storyline they follow. It’s never anything too elaborate and I guess it’s all part of whatever fantasy they’re following.
The last time I went round to their place was when I was feeling a bit low. I hadn’t scored with anyone at the bar that night so, when the boys asked me to join them at home for a few beers, I quickly said yes.
We all knew that the beers weren’t the real attraction but, with the alternative a lonely drive home followed by ten minutes of a well-worn video copy of Hot scouts a go-go, there was no real contest.
Not long after I’d settled down with the beer, the drama began.
Ian quickly stripped off his clothes and snuggled up in their bed, pretending to be asleep.
After a minute or two Jim came through the door.
He’d explained in advance that in this particular fantasy he was going to act the part of Ian’s elder brother who’d always secretly had the hots for him.
Now he was about to take advantage of the opportunity to finally take possession of his kid brother’s ass.
Jim sat on the edge of the bed and slowly, gently so as not to wake his “brother” up, pulled back the bed covers to reveal Ian’s completely smooth, hairless chest.
Obviously, though, Jim wasn’t gentle enough because, as he drew the covers down over Ian’s body and rested a hand on his younger friend’s thigh, Ian slowly reached up and began to unbutton Jim’s shirt.
I guess that, if this was a real play, it would be “End of Act 1” and an interval at this point.
But though I could have murdered another beer or two right then, I just kept my seat and hoped that they’d carry right on.
They did.
But by now Ian and Jim had dropped the pretence of acting.
If they’d wanted to really work the “audience” up, they’d have given a slower, sexier performance. It was clear, though, that they were genuinely carried away with the excitement of each other’s bodies and of being watched.
So within just a few more minutes Ian had peeled off Jim’s outer clothes, leaving him in just his underwear. And Jim, meanwhile, had cupped Ian’s dick and balls in his hand and was gently rubbing them - much, it was obvious, to his boyfriend’s delight. As in many plays, Act 2 saw the real action. At first Jim licked, sucked and played with Ian’s nipples, getting him even hotter than before if that’s possible. And then he moved his head lower and lower down Ian’s oh-so-smooth chest to the furry area under his belly, finally taking his lover’s fat, rock-hard dick into his mouth and burying it deep in his throat. But there’s a limit as to how much you can work someone up without them losing control - and it wasn’t long before Ian, too, felt the need to fill his own mouth with Jim’s equally impressive cock. Understandably the boys were so intent, by this stage, on each other that they paid me no attention at all. I took the opportunity to move seats - from the rear stalls to the front, as it were. I was determined not to miss a thing, even if the ticket I’d been given had been a complimentary one. Once again, Act 3 arrived with no interval to precede it - thank God! And, like many dramas on the real stage, this one too had a surprise twist in the tail. While Jim, who’d done most of the “work” up to this point, lay back to take a breather, Ian rested back on the pillows and slowly jerked his dick back and forth, looking me right in the eye as he did so. I guess it was his party piece. Slowly he worked himself up, until I thought there was no way he could carry out without a gallon or two of hot cum bursting all over the place. Then suddenly - absolutely simultaneously and in just the blink of an eye - Jim pushed himself onto all fours and thrust his ass back towards his partner. At the same time Ian got up onto his knees and virtually rammed his fat dick right into Jim’s eager hole. It’s what’s known in artistic circles as a coup de theatre. And it certainly brought the house down that night. The word-of-mouth reviews in the following days were glowing. As, indeed, were my friends Ian and Jim as they played to virtually endless full houses on the subsequent record-breaking run.
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