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My first week at university,I went for a walk to explore the city. Leaving the colleges behind me I walked down to the river, following the path by the bank to the wilder parts. A couple was lying stretched out on the grass under the shade of one of the trees. He was on his back and she lay partly across him. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Instinctively I stopped to watch and saw one of her hands move down to his trousers where she stroked the bulge in his jeans. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and watched as she undid the button, unzipped him and let his engorged prick escape and started to wank him slowly. I’d never seen something like this before and I could feel my own prick demanding attention. I slipped my hand inside my jeans, slipped it out of my pants. Inside my trousers it stood rampant and throbbing.The girl was now working his cock seriously. She stopped kissing him, undid his trousers completely and pulled them down to his knees and moved her head down to his groin. She obviously had it in her mouth for I could see her head bob up and down as she sucked him. His hips were beginning to move thrusting up to bury his prick in her descending mouth. He reached out his hands and put them on her hair to pull her head down onto himself. They did’t seem to know or care if anyone was watching. Nor did I. I got my prick out and started wanking seriously. Suddenly she pulled away and I watched as he brought himself off, creamy spunk spurting out of hisprick and landing on his chest. The sight of his spunk drove me frantic and I felt the release as my spunk shot out landing on the grass a couple of feet in front of me. Suddenly I felt self conscious and became aware that I was not alone.A young couple and an older man were watching them and me.Self-consciously I zipped up, but ten years later the picture is still vivid. I love outdoor sex and fantasize about spreadeagling a partly clothed girl on a picnic table, being sucked and wanked by her not caring if anyone else is watching and Çekmeköy escort enjoying it too.About a week later I walked into the room I shared with a mate. He was standing in front of a mirror. From the back I could see that he had his dressing gown on, after a shower I imagined. But the mirror reflected more. His gown was open. His prick was erect and he was wanking it with one hand whilst the other caressed his balls. He didn’t notice me and I kept still and silent watching the long slow movements as his hand slid up and down the length of his shaft. He lingered long over the head turning his hand slowly around the tip. I could see it was big, swollen and blue.I’d wanked myself often enough particularly since I seen the girl in the woods working on the boy’s prick. Sometimes I would bring myself off in bed when I thought Dan was asleep. Sometimes I’d go into the woods. My prick didn’t need much to set it off so I would imagine some girl I knew or fancied pleasuring me. Soon it would be hard and I’d wank off letting my spunk plop onto the ground. Almost anywhere would do. Often I wake up with a massive erection without knowing why. But I’d never seen a person wanking a few feet away.Watching Dan had made my own prick rigid and I longed to get it out and enjoy it.I knew from my own experience what he was feeling. The desire to go on for ever struggling with the desire for the release feltas thespunk shot out. Then without a break in rhythm he spoke, “I know you’re there and I don’t care you watching. I just have to listen at night to you rustling in the bed, knowing full well what you are up to. Watch and learn! Come closer”Obediently I moved alongside him. From close too I could see his pale hair running up from the base of his shaft to his belly button, sideways to the top of his thighs and covering his balls. Mine was dark. I could see the vein in the side of the shaft, pronounced and blue as it pumped blood to the head. My cock was cut but his wasn’t and Gebze escort bayan it looked different as he wanked it. I’d never fancied another man’s cock but now I wondered what it would be like.I wanted to wank myself, perhaps even to have him touch me. “Don’t be a wimp”, he said and, letting go of himself, reached across to undo my belt, button and zip. His prick was waving in the air as he moved and I noticed his big balls swing as he turned. He pushed down my pants and my cock sprang free and we both looked at the mirror, two throbbing, erect tools and twopairs of balls. I was surprised I wasn’t embarrassed and soon followed him as he returned to attend to himself. Watching him close too and seeing and feeling the sensations pulsing through my body was exciting. He taught me how to twist my hand round the head as he did, how to fondle and squeeze my balls and introduced me to lubricant so that my prick slid easily through my hands. “Like being in a girl”, he said. I loved the sight of myprick, strong, firm and glistening and bursting with desire. In the mirror I could see his too. Seeing both was good.He moved behind me and I felt the hot strength of his prick as it pressed into the cleft of my buttocks. His breath was hot on my cheek as, chin on my shoulder,he reached in front of meand gently encircled one hand round my prick and placed his other under my balls letting their weight rest in his hands. “How does that feel”, he said. “Good”, I replied. I liked his hot, firm prick pressing in behind and his hands gently on my prick. I saw his face as he watched his hands working me reflected in the mirror. It was strange to see and feel hands other than mine on my prick and balls. It felt different but it felt good. I felt my buttocks beginning to clench as I thrust upwards and forwards into his hands. I felt him pushing against me and upwards to work his tool against the back of my body. I knew I would come soon. So did he. I could feel his prick even harder Escort Şerifali rubbing aginst my back and we settled into a rhythm as we pushed forwards together and relaxing backwards.It felt wonderful. “You’re going to cum soon aren’t you” he said. “Yes”, I replied weakly. I slipped my hands down to my prick, throbbing and frantically slipping and thrusting in my encircled hands. We both watched as the smooth, swollen head slipped up and down. He dropped his hands, one encircling my waist the other on my hip. I knew I was to come and we both watched the reflection in the mirror as I jerkedmy spunk out in four massive streams which landed on the mirror and trickled slowly down. Almost immediately I felt his body clamped to my back and his prick contract a couple of times and then the hot spunk spurt up my back and start to slide down.Dan and I occasionally enjoyed each other again and a couple of time we shared a bed and wanked together, sleeping deeply afterwards. We never went further. Wanking each other was just a variant of wanking onesself. It was just the usual thing to do to satisfy the excessive drive of our hormones .It was girls I adored. Just the usual here too. Long hair, short skirts, tight tops. In winter black tights, or hopefully stockings. Normal fantasies for virtually everyman. Here Dan helped too.He seemed poular amongst lots of the girls. He was, I suppose, looking back, a bit of a charmer, I’d seen the couple in the woods and been turned on. I’d seen anther man tossing himself off, close too and been tossed by another man but I’d never seen a couple close too having full sex.We’d come home from a party with two girls. One I already knew a bit. The other was new to me. The four of us were on a sofa sharing a bottle of champagne, me on the end and he, inevitably, was between the two girls. The television was on but we were not particularly attending. I noticed he had his hand on the end girls leg and was caressing it. His hand was moving up beneath her skirt and it was pretty obvious that he had his hand into her pants. Soon her hand dropped on to his leg and worked up until it was clearly exploring his manhood through his jeans. It was clear where matters were going to Cara, the girl nearest me and feeling a bit embarrassed.”Why don’t you two get on the bed”, I suggested.
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