Arnold Palmer’s Dusty Teabags (Gay HJ, BJ, Glans Cleaning)

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Bulge at the Bulb (MMF, Exhibition, Bi, Creampie, Outdoor)

 Bulge at the Bulb (MMF, Exhibition, Bi, Creampie, Outdoor)
Sunday morning, I was feeling an internal restlessness, so I decided to bicycle to a remote waterfront spot, and snap some erotic selfies.  I wore tight tan cycling pants, a western plaid shirt; I wore my cock ring, and inserted a nice thick butt plug, 2” thick, so it won’t pop out.
I was semi erect the whole ride, grinding down on the plug, milking out a wet spot in my pants.  I cheerfully cycled past people walking their dogs and enjoying the sunny morning, making my way to the very end, where there are Scavenged Art structures all around. I went down the less traveled path, and found a nice spot to sit facing the sun, my back to the trail, obstructed slightly by large pieces of concrete.
I started rubbing my bulge through my pants, taking some selfies, I then released my turgid member from the confines of my pants. The warmth of the sun felt like a nice embrace. I pushed on the plug, rocking it around in me, watching the precum glisten and flow out my tip.
I hear some footsteps and talking behind me, tucking my cock back under wraps, looking over my shoulder and seeing an older couple walking their dog, and realizing the trail ended and they needed to turn around.  As they walked away, I resumed playing with myself, smearing my perfume all over my tip, lubricating my shaft. I adjusted my hips, and focused my weight on the plug, rocking myself back and forth on it as I fucked my hand. Again, more footsteps and talking, I conceal myself again, looking nonchalantly at my phone as I turn to see who is approaching.
My gaze was met by an unexpected sight, a cute, young bouncy brunette, wearing an oversized baby blue sweatshirt, and a total Adonis of a man, chiseled chest and abs, sexy hair accentuating his cut muscles. He was wearing bright neon yellow runner shorts and matching color running shoes.  I turned my gaze back to my phone, buttoning up my pants, only adding to the wet spot, waiting for them  to continue on their way.
Unexpectedly, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and quickly turn to see the girl there, with her phone in a fuzzy pink case.
She asks,
“Could you please take our picture?”
Still a little stunned by the both of them, I paused then replied,
“Of course, happy to.”
She hands me her phone, shows me the red button on the app to snap the picture; I thought to myself, I appreciate her thoroughness.  
He says to me,
“Thank You,”
She pulls off her sweatshirt, revealing a matching yellow micro bikini, unable to contain her firm curves, perky puffy nipples and meaty labia.  I stood up, shooting with her phone, as they stood next to each other, I posed them together, holding hands, him embracing her,  lifting her, her with her legs wrapped around his hips; tapping the phone with every pose, trying to get a little of the outdoors in the background.  His thick member began tenting under his shorts, I know my cock was rigid in my pants.
She climbs off him, pulling down his shorts, his cut abs and loins accentuated by his dark hairy happy trail down to his thick uncut cock, easily 2” thick, his hot pink tip emerging from his dark foreskin.
She asks,
“Can you get some close up’s?”
I nod, moving within reach of these two perfections of sexuality, aiming the phone with both hands to capture her sliding his foreskin back against her swollen clitoris, up and down between her lips, smearing her wetness all over his bulbous head.  I switch to video at this point, so I can use my other hand to adjust my hardon.
She sees my hand action, reaching to caress my bulge through my pants, smiling at me, then him.  She takes back her phone, sets it down on her sweatshirt, then tugs at my pants, helping me pull them down, my erection springing up, flinging a web of precum on his shaft. She rubbed the wet spot on him with one hand, swirling her fingers on my wet tip., I look around at the bay and back to them. She guides my tip to her clitoris, next to his, my cock is a bit longer than his, but not as thick. She mashes our cocks together, frotting us in her wetness. He and share eye contact, smile and I feel him push into my cock, her hand squeezing us together, my hand cupping her bubble butt.  I lower myself to my knees, she knowingly directs his cock into my mouth. My hand finds her clitoris, the other tugging his heavy balls, as my mouth engulfs his wide penis, tasting of shea butter.
I lose sense of space and time as I pacify my oral cravings on his beautiful cock, sitting on my heel, grinding my plug in deep. Her fingers furiously rubbing between her lips, watching me service her hunky boyfriend, verbally encouraging me,
“You are so hungry! Eat him all up!”
I do my best to deep throat him as she cheers me on, choking a bit, he slides his cock all the way out, she lifts her leg like mounting a bicycle, climbing onto him, sliding her wet pussy onto his cock, leaving her ass on my face. I move my fingers all around their sexual intersection, licking her ass and his shaft as she grind on him.  His cock pops out and into my mouth, I use my tongue to push him back in to her, licking his length as he fills . My fingers on her clit and circling his shaft, she begins to chirp and squeak with orgasm, goose bumps forming all over her body as she climaxed.  She slides off him, observing how I was riding my heel, she assist me to my feet, running her fingers around the perimeter of my butt plug, looking at him eagerly, holding his slippery cock.  She plucked the plug from me, looking at it’s size, as she sets it down, she turns my ass to him, bending me to suckle her conical nipple, reaching over me and guiding his cock to my open ass.
His head smoothly pops past my sphincter, making me gasp and bite down on her nipple. I push back into him, taking his entire thickness, and hitting my prostate just right, my cum spurting out onto the ground, flinging about, as he slams into me.
She comments,
“He takes you in his ass better than I can! Cum in him Daddy!”
That was all it took, he gripped my hips firmly as he slammed even harder, grunting as I feel the slickness of his cum filling my ass and dripping down my legs, arching my hips back pushing into him to take all of his seed. With a wet pop sound, he pulls his cock from my wet ass. I stand up, smiling at them both, my cock still pointing up to the sky.
He strokes my shaft, and rubs it on her abdomen, she turns around, presenting her ass and wet pussy to me, he pushes me to her lips.
I step up to her ass, sliding my shaft between her lips, with an arch of her hips, she captures my tip in her pussy, sliding back into me, stopping as my cock moves her cervix, un-used to the length of my penis in her she takes a breath and moves back int me a little more tenderly.
Rubbing his hands all over her ass,  fingering her asshole, rubbing his finger on me as I slip in and out. She moaning with pleasure, holding his cock like a handle for support.  I built up my tempo, trying not to jam her too deep, enjoying the strength of her kegels constricting on my shaft.  The pressure of his thumb don on my shaft through her asshole was the sensation that took me to climax. I thrust deep, repeatedly, pulsing my cum into her, his thumb sliding up and down my shaft, milking my seed out.
I slide out with a splash on the ground, she stands up and leans back into me affectionately, as he hugs all three of us together with her in between.
A crow started calling, we heard footsteps up the trail; swiftly getting our garments back on and looking like we are just out for a walk.  We chuckled at the thrill of getting caught, they thanked me for the photos and everything, and hiked away.  I slipped the plug back in me, feeling his cum squish out as I sat on my bike and pedaled home, feeling squishy and semi orgasmic the whole ride home.
 

Closing a French Restaurant (MF, FF, MF, MM, MFF, Creampie, Exhibition, Bisexual)

 Closing a French Restaurant (MF, FF, MF, MM, MFF, Creampie, Exhibition, Bisexual)

After sharing a wonderful Cote du Beuff, sipping my Port, as you enjoyed a Bellini, both of us like in a movie, sitting at the bar of our frequently visited, French restaurant in the Mission. The Chef/Owner, Gui,  summoned you to the kitchen to select desert. The waitress, Marlene, gave a longing stare as you slid off the bar stool, scooting your skirt down your ass, pulling up the top of your thigh highs, your high heels clicking away to the kitchen.  All eyes were on you sexiness as you did your wiggle.

Marlene left from behind the bar, going to the front door, flipping the closed sign, drawing the curtains closed. The two gentlemen remaining at the bar, Clive, a chiseled featured man with peppered white hair and ice blue eyes, his husband Jack, maybe ten years younger than Clive, equally as chiseled and fit.  They both were in bespoke suits of fanciful colors and patterns.
The two gentlemen, had been flirting with us all through dinner, lavishing you with compliments, remarking how fortunate I was to have such a sexy being at my side.  The waitress seemed to agree with everything they said about you, adding her own award compliments here and there.

Marlene, back behind the bar, took off her black apron and rouge button-down blouse, only wearing her black pencil skirt and a thin natural silk chemise, that strained against the firmness of her swooping curved breasts, ending in conical pink nipples. She ceremoniously poured two glasses of Absinthe, drizzling the liquor over a sugar cube into a wine glass of water.  Her whole demeanor softened after she had her first sip.
Clive spoke up,
“I wonder what is for dessert?
Jack grinned, Marlene looked bothered by the thought, as we all heard the tell tale clicking of your heels returning following Gui to the bar.  You scooted onto your seat, glowing and a little tussled, one of your nipples still poking out your top.  You guide my hand down between your thighs helping me delve my fingers into your freshly stuffed pussy and the abundant cream filling your received. I pull my wet fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean as you kiss me deeply.  We were lost in our own sexual space, my fingers returning to your saturated vagina, when we hear Gui slam down his empty wine glass and storm out.
Marlene dryly commented,
“We need to leave now”
Clive spoke up,
“You are all welcome at our place, our driver is outside waiting.”
We all quietly follow Jack outside, Marlene locking the door behind us. Quickly climbing in to the back of their Rover, Marlene and myself stuck in the very back with you between the gentlemen.
Marlene folds her arms as I manspread in the cramped space.  They keep whispering things to you making you giggle wonderfully.  The Rover stops somewhere up near Twin Peaks, we go down some stairs and enter the tall house of glass. The entry descended to a  North facing glass room with a 150 degree Northern view of the City.  Plush benches and chaise’s surrounded a hanging fireplace, sheepskin, cowhide and even a tiger rug adorned the floor.
Clive invited the ladies to go downstairs, make them selves comfortable and help themselves at the bar.
Then telling everyone,
“Max needs a new outfit!”
He and Jack escort me upstairs to a dressing room with a walk-in shower/tub at the against the window with a beautiful wooded west view.
Clive began to undress himself, as Jack assisted me out of my clothes. Clive was wearing a hot pink mesh bikini bottom pulled over his shoulders Borat style, his hard penis, straining against the fabric, damp from his pre cum.
Jack, undressed himself revealing fuchsia thigh high nylons, black lace tap shorts straining against his bulging member, and a matching fuchsia mesh tank top, his pierced nipple exposed in front of the fabric.
Jack excused himself to care for the ladies, Clive invited me to take a quick shower before joining the rest; Clive peeled off his sexy garments, as I knelt and licked the precum dripping from his glans.
Clive adjusted the shower spray as I engulfed his erection, he switched the water flow to a dildo shaped wand.  Lifting me up and raising my leg, he swiftly inserted the wand up my ass and out again in three quick motions. The warmth of the water felt wonderful, I didn’t want him to stop, asking for more.
Clive replied,
“Maxi, if you douche too much you absorb the water, then the friction feels horrible. Just a quick clean out, and here add some coconut oil up there too.”

Clive decorated me with me a pair of pink fishnet thigh highs, a tight little backless lace, bikini bottom, a neon, pink mesh tank top. I grabbed a gauzy robe to allow for a reveal.  I thought I looked pretty fucking sexy, and Clive told me so.

Clive told me to wait at the top of the stairs until he got down to watch me come in.
I waited for his “ready”.
Doing my best Frankfurter, I sachets down the steps, giving glimpses of what was under the robe, finally trowing too to the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

You exclaimed,
“AYE PAPI!”
Even Marlene looked lees than grumpy.  Jack applauded, saying,
“Spin Maxi, Spin!”
I gave an elegant twirl and landed so my cock flung right out of my bottoms, to everyone’s amusement.
You command,
“Come over here and fuck me Pretty Boy!”
Spreading your legs up in the air, your glistening pussy polished by Marlene’s tongue, and the residue of Jack’s cum on your lips, that I discover as I move in kissing you deeply. My hard cock finding home inside you with a steady smooth penetration to your depths, bending your cervix with my length.  I softly rock my hips, rolling my cock around inside your muscular vagina.
Jack and Clive flank us feeding us their delicious penises, as Marlene rolls your nipple in her fingertips.  I do all I can to keep my rhythm, loosing my attention to sharing mouthfuls of cocks with you.  I feel Marlenes fingers on your clit, and then against my shaft. She moves behind me, shoving her thumb into my ass, hitting my prostate just right and making my orgasm erupt deep into your delicious pussy.  I just kept thrusting as we then focused on the two penises between us, kissing, sucking, and rubbing them all over our faces, milking out their drips of pre-cum, putting both their tips in our mouths at the same time swirling our tongues around their heads, stroking their flowing cum shots into our mouths; Clive was the first to release a huge, wet splash of cum, tasting and kind of like lilac. He didn't stop shooting for seconds, I suckled him drinking his abundant flow swallowing all I could, some overflowed past my lips. Jack thrust his cock down your throat, unloading a fire hose of cum, hearing you gurgle as it filled your throat, choking at his thrusts.
Marlene nestled her face on your mons, delicately licking around your clitoris, edging you along with soft touches of her fingertips, she was noticeably avoiding the ambrosia cream draining from your pussy. Marlene was using her other hand furiously rubbing her pussy, making a sloppy wet squishy sound from all the fervor.
All three of us men were captivated watching her make your body writhe and move with pleasure all the way to your loud climax, screaming,
“Si, Si Si!”
I grew stiff watching your pleasure, my hands on Jack’s and Clive’s members got them rock hard again, pearls of their precum bubbling out, lubricating their shafts as I stroked them.
I ask Jack to let me ride his pole, he laid back on to the couch next to you and Marlene.  I straddled his hips hovering my ass over his cock, Clive lubing my ass some more, guiding Jack into me. I slide my ass down his length, balls deep in a swift drop down. My cock dripping ribbons of cum as I rock on him in continuous orgasm. Grinding on his massive presence against my prostate, I squeezed tightly hearing him moan. Clive fingering lubricant, sliding into me along with his husband’s cock. Working in three fingers, one with each bounce up and down.
Clive moved behind me, using his fingers to open me, he slipped his hard penis in with his husband’s. I cry out in pleasure, my cock twitching wildly in orgasm, spasming, flinging my spurts cum all over.
I lost all sense of time, and just felt the tightness in my ass as they slowly slid in and out of me, like a two piston machine. Their uniform rhythm with a slowly increasing tempo., I’m not sure who came first; the flood of cum soothed my red hot ass. Momentarily after one came, the other followed releasing his flow in me; I fell limp on you and Jack as their softening cocks slide from my ass, releasing a flood of cum.
I was still rock hard, my abdomen, shaft, balls, ass;  All cum soaked.  
I move behind you smearing my sticky cock up and down your ass cheeks, teasing your lips with my wet tip. You arch your back, sticking your ass out against me, catching my tip between your lips, thrusting back to capture my cock in your wet pussy.  I pull you up onto me, riding reverse cowgirl. Marlene takes this position as an invitation to move in and feast on your pussy again; starting with her hands all over your lips and even around my shaft; as you grind into my powerful upward thrusts, our bodies in their natural rhythm.
I closed my eyes, my hands on your ass, driving my cock into you as hard and deep as I could, Marlene’s touch now all over us, her tongue catching my shaft and not immediately retreating. Clive and Jack went up to the shower, as we stayed blissfully coupled for what felt like an eternity of pleasure.
Marlene directly feasting on your clit, my thrusts now more of a rocking motion, moving my head in circles around your cervix; Marlene kindly slid two fingers in my ass, you cooed, noticing my cock stiffening inside you, I muttered,
“Yes! Thank You!”
Letting my cum flow from me with waves of orgasm, holding your ass down against as I creamed your pussy again.  You leaned back on me, my hands cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples. Marlene didn’t let up on your clit, sucking you with a lot of wet slurping and moaning, I think she was cumming as you began to vibrate on top of me with a body shaking orgasm, squeezing my cock out and gobs of creamy sex nectar.
I think I went semi conscious in endorphin bliss, holding you tight against me feeling your heartbeat finally slow to a normal pace.
I kissed your neck lovingly and asked to get up, my leg was falling asleep.
 I stretched a little and asked,
“Marlene, is there anything I, we can do for you?”
“Lina knows what I want, we will have it some time, for sure.”
I did not press further, Clive came down, and invited us to utilize their driver to get back to our cars.
We said our goodbye’s to the gentlemen with warm hugs, both  in fabulously bright floral silk robes, us three in our partially sex stained, rumpled clothes, piling into the car, as the driver professionally offered no signs of judgment.
On the ride down to the Mission, you cuddled into my arms and Marlene cuddled onto you.  Her car was the first we got to, you kissed her deeply good bye.  We made it to our car safely minutes later, and drove the short distance back to your place.
Marlene was already there at your door, waiting for us.
“Is everything all right?”
You ask.
“Im ready for that thing I want: he can be there for it, it’s OK”