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He smiled when he saw me and motioned for me to follow him. I give them each a gift of hundred bucks. He is laughing, this 20 year old watching an old man begging and pleading, more, more. His left arm lay across my chest. I gag a bit, still not able to deep throat (that comes later), but he does not last long as another five spurts shoot inside me.

It can measure the difference to the millimetre. I am wiped, panting, with a huge grin across my face - two dicks up my ass.

He moaned loudly as he felt my cock entering his ass and he pushed back against me again, helping me get my swollen cock into him.

Soon, I was in him my entire length, my balls resting against his ass cheeks. A second finger was pushed in with the first and gently massaging started inside me. A huge tanned bear wasn’t sucking my knob after all; it was an old bloke with a wrinkled forehead.

He wiped the bit of come I had in the corners of my mouth off with his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. Like the rest of the house the bedroom was immaculate although a little frilly. He entered me and I groaned in pain and pleasure. The luxurious feel of soft skin and steel pole, precum dripping down my throat.

George increased the pace.

We still make love three or four times a week. After only a few glorious minutes he cried “Richard, I’m going to cum!” His face looked contorted as he pushed his cock right down to its hilt and held it there. His hot mouth took me again. I started to pump up and down on him as he moaned. I knew that I needed him in my mouth so I slowly leaned over and took his whole length into my mouth.

He orders me to strip and to crawl over to him, to undress him, starting with shoes and socks. I have had sex with a few of his friends too but we spend most of our time together alone and enjoy each other’s body to the utmost.