So I should have knocked. But you know something? I am glad I didn't! Why? Read on and you will find out ...
My Taxi driver friend called John shares keys to our bachelor pads and have an arrangement - that we could use each others flat for our private pursuits any time - when either one of us was out, the arrangement being that if either if us were in we'd twist the clock on the hall stand back to front. That was the idea anyway, just so we would not intervene into each others private affairs whatever they may be.
I had arranged for Delice to call me, to arrange a rendezvous later, she was some real sexy totty and I was hungry for her. We could share a wonderful love-in at John's place.
I went in to check the bedroom, to make sure everything was ready.
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Surprise, surprise, John hadn't turned the clock around. There he was, he in his birthday suit enjoying a very rapturous oral job from this guy, crouched on the floor , knees spread, whom I knew not, not as though I could see his face anyway as it was smothered with John's ample tactile.
And as the guy was unaware of my presence I took it that he was really incensed in what he was doing., although what I did see of him, a certain ring on his finger, I did wonder if it was the guy I'd had the week before, who was a real delight - like the way he came up unbeknown behind me at the Gayman's club, slipped his hand into my right trouser pocket and gave my credentials a real good time - and not only that, because his other hand came around the other side of my hips and smartly took hold of my rising tide, squeezing my shaft with zest as the hand in my pocket manoeuvred its way underneath my balls. I was immediately sent into a world of magical mystery delight when he motioned me to twist around, his big hands undoing the buckle of my belt pretty smartly to bear all - by which time I was well and truly at large in the full sense of the word and was immediately in raptures as he took my rising north peninsula into the crevice of his very busy mouth, his tongue doing wonders with my end, and soon he was full of the cream I had spurted into his beautifully presented ass, his enty manipulating my thrusting inside like it didn't want to let the full shaft go, like he gasped and plead with me to stop awhile, to nurture the moment, and then to start again with full vigour. His fuck pretty fantastic and I was pretty sure this guy sucking my mate for all he was worth, was one of the same...
John, although he was in a stupor, saw me come in, he looked very flushed but motioned me to take a seat. Seeing him there being feasted on like that was a scene to behold, like a work of moving art, the sensual way this guy was sucking John's very enlarged cock.
Then John did manage to put some words together, he was obviously taken by the young lads motions on his down unders.
"Sorry about the clock Pete"
"S'no problem," I replied.
"Stay if you wish.", Pete.
