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When I was 27, there was a group fight near a nightclub, and I was unlucky then: I had to go to the hospital. And there, one late evening, when everyone else in the ward seemed to be already asleep, a doctor came in, looking like a doctor: in a white coat and a cap.
In the semi-darkness, all that could be made out was that it was an adult guy. He came up to my bed and right in bed began to examine me, touching and asking: does it hurt, doesn’t it hurt, what’s bothering me. And so he touched the chest, and the ribs, and the stomach...
And then his palm was on my penis. He observed my reaction, first lightly pressing my shoulder with his other hand. So that I wouldn’t twitch, probably... I didn’t twitch and felt with interest the warmth of someone else’s palm. And the way my dick swells.
The guy immediately put his hand into my panties and began to gently squeeze my dick... Fuck! How pleasant it was to feel your penis in someone else's fist! I got really excited and croaked: “What’s next?” The guy quietly said that he would find a place and come for me. And he left.
He was gone for quite a long time. I was exhausted from overexcitement, although before that I had never even fucked my girls in the ass. “I fucked it up and threw it away, bitch,” I thought. But he came and we went. I thought it was a doctor’s office, but he led me to some kind of nook in an underground passage between buildings. The darkness was complete there, I bumped into a chair.
And the guy leaned me against the wall and pulled down my pajama pants and underpants. Having squatted in front of the dick and swallowed it, the guy began to write very pleasant pirouettes on my head with his tongue. It was precisely the pampering of his tongue with the head of his penis that I really remember. He didn't suck corny. I didn’t rush or rush. It was felt that he himself was receiving pleasant pleasure. And he seduced my straight man’s dick with his gay tongue. Further sexual experience showed that guys can suck much better than many women.
And then he tucked his ass under me, put my dick to his ass and impaled himself on my dick, which fell into a completely different sex for me. .. I felt an unusual heat in my body and excitement from the fact that I was fucking a man.
I fucked him very intensely and like crazy - in one position, when he leaned his hands on that chair. The guy just whined somehow defenselessly, which turned me on even more. And he also began to move his hips, trying to get deeper on my dick. Then my mind started to go crazy! I wheezed: “Come on, Andryushka! Come on...” - and I probably didn’t say it quietly, because some kind of fuss was heard in the corridor. But at that moment I didn’t give a damn...
I came very violently, right into his body. Coming out of it and feeling the slippers that had flown off me during the fucking, I swayed and walked towards the exit. And I heard Andrei say that he also wanted to fuck. I refused him this and saw that he was sitting on a chair, kind of bent over and saddened. I walked along the corridor, and it was as if I was storming from overexcitement, which would not let go. And I had to hold on to the wall.
In the morning it turned out that I had put on different slippers in the dark. I went into that nook, and there was already a padlock hanging on it. Apparently, someone heard our fuss and my wheezing after all. And what a blessing that the little room was locked not at the moment of our sex!
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[b]The Past[/b]
When I was 27, there was a group fight near a nightclub, and I was unlucky then: I had to go to the hospital. And there, one late evening, when everyone else in the ward seemed to be already asleep, a doctor came in, looking like a doctor: in a white coat and a cap.
In the semi-darkness, all that could be made out was that it was an adult guy. He came up to my bed and right in bed began to examine me, touching and asking: does it hurt, doesn’t it hurt, what’s bothering me. And so he touched the chest, and the ribs, and the stomach...
And then his palm was on my penis. He observed my reaction, first lightly pressing my shoulder with his other hand. So that I wouldn’t twitch, probably... I didn’t twitch and felt with interest the warmth of someone else’s palm. And the way my dick swells.
The guy immediately put his hand into my [url=viewtopic.php?t=1859]panties[/url] and began to gently squeeze my dick... Fuck! How pleasant it was to feel your penis in someone else's fist! I got really excited and croaked: “What’s next?” The guy quietly said that he would find a place and come for me. And he left.
He was gone for quite a long time. I was exhausted from overexcitement, although before that I had never even fucked my girls in the ass. “I fucked it up and threw it away, bitch,” I thought. But he came and we went. I thought it was a doctor’s office, but he led me to some kind of nook in an underground passage between buildings. The darkness was complete there, I bumped into a chair.
And the guy leaned me against the wall and pulled down my pajama pants and underpants. Having squatted in front of the dick and swallowed it, the guy began to write very pleasant pirouettes on my head with his tongue. It was precisely the pampering of his tongue with the head of his penis that I really remember. He didn't suck corny. I didn’t rush or rush. It was felt that he himself was receiving pleasant pleasure. And he seduced my straight man’s dick with his gay tongue. Further sexual experience showed that guys can suck much better than many women.
And then he tucked his ass under me, put my dick to his ass and impaled himself on my dick, which fell into a completely different sex for me. .. I felt an unusual heat in my body and excitement from the fact that I was fucking a man.
I fucked him very intensely and like crazy - in one position, when he leaned his hands on that chair. The guy just whined somehow defenselessly, which turned me on even more. And he also began to move his hips, trying to get deeper on my dick. Then my mind started to go crazy! I wheezed: “Come on, Andryushka! Come on...” - and I probably didn’t say it quietly, because some kind of fuss was heard in the corridor. But at that moment I didn’t give a damn...
I came very violently, right into his body. Coming out of it and feeling the slippers that had flown off me during the fucking, I swayed and walked towards the exit. And I heard Andrei say that he also wanted to fuck. I refused him this and saw that he was sitting on a chair, kind of bent over and saddened. I walked along the corridor, and it was as if I was storming from overexcitement, which would not let go. And I had to hold on to the wall.
In the morning it turned out that I had put on different slippers in the dark. I went into that nook, and there was already a padlock hanging on it. Apparently, someone heard our fuss and my wheezing after all. And what a blessing that the little room was locked not at the moment of our sex!
