twisted-talez: “Christ, it’s a scorcher today,” he remarked, tipping his head back

twisted-talez:

“Christ, it’s a scorcher today,” he remarked, tipping his head back and reveling in the shade of the empty baseball dugout. We had spent the afternoon tossing around a football at the city park on my visit back home.

“I feel like a kid again when I’m here,” I said, taking a seat next to him. “We practically lived in this park growing up.”

“You remember that night we came here after graduation?” he asked, adjusting his package.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “We were trashed on that Wild Turkey you lifted from your dad’s liquor cabinet.”

“That’s right,” he laughed. “You remember what else happened that night?”

“Yeah. I sucked your cock,” I answered, eyeing his tenting athletic shorts.

“You … uh … You think you might wanna suck it again for me?” he ventured hesitantly.

“What about Missy?” I asked.

“She don’t suck me anymore,” he scoffed. “That stopped as soon as she got that ring on her finger. You gonna help me out or what?”

“Sure, bro,” I acquiesced and dropped to my knees before him. Pulling down his shorts and unleashing his eight-incher, I took his big cock down my throat.

“Damn, I’ve missed your mouth,” he moaned, placing a hand on my head to guide my rhythm. “I really wanted to fuck you that night, all those years ago, but I was too chicken.”

“It’s never too late,” I smiled, releasing his cock from my mouth and pulling down my shorts before straddling his wet cock.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands on my hips as he pushed into me, probing my depths. “I think it’s time you think about moving back here.”

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