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Cement Mixer, Part II

by JIMBO

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CEMENT MIXER PART II When Moose and I had finished dinner, it was still light out and we walked back to the bedroom with our arms around each other's waists. Moose told me about his life and his plans. He was retiring from the fire department and planned to pick up extra cash doing "odd jobs." I explained that there was very little that I had mechanical aptitude for and really only knew what to do with one kind of tool. He suggested that I give him a demonstration. He flopped back on the bed , put his hands behind his head, spread his amazing legs, and said, "Do what you want with me. It's all yours as long as you want it." I lay down beside him and began to fondle his beautiful body as I licked his neck, his chest, his nipples. Then he rolled over on his side for a moment and I thrilled to the touch of his lips on mine and then to his tongue in my mouth. That did it! I was so aroused I almost couldn't stand it. I pushed him back into his previous position and began to lick and suck his body in earnest. I got to the beautiful swollen head of his long, fat cock and licked the piss slit before twirling my tongue around it. I licked the length of his throbbing shaft and then felt the thrill of his big hairy balls in my mouth as my hands explored his hairy legs. My hand finally found a home on his buns and my fingers probed his asshole as I swallowed that glorious hunk of meat into my throat and began to suck in earnest. His pelvic area began to thrust in rhythm as both of us got more and more excited. Then as I felt his penis erupting and the milky white jism shot down my throat, I realized that his big hand had been on my swollen dick which was now erupting in sync with his! After we both had shot our second loads for the day, we lay on the bed, his bog arms and legs encircling me and his body dwarfing mine. I don't know how long we had lain there, but it was dark when the doorbell rang. Who could it be? I was expecting no one. I jumped off the bed, slipped into a robe and headed for the door determined to get rid of whoever was there. I flipped on the porch light and opened the door shocked to see Tony there dressed in a silk shirt open to the waist and tight, white summer pants through which his dark skin was apparent. "I was driving by and saw Moose' car here. He still around?" "Oh, no!" I lied. "His car broke down and I gave him a ride home hours ago." "Then I guess you wouldn't mind giving me one of them beers," he said as he smiled and nodded toward the kitchen table where the remains of two dinners and several bottles of beer remained. "Well...I....uh..." "It's okay," I heard from behind me as I turned and saw Moose naked and hard standing in the bedroom doorway. Tony walked into the kitchen, helped himself to a beer, and then leaning against the kitchen counter displaying a huge bulge in the white pants explained, "The old lady's got the rag on tonight and she knows I need it every day, so I always go out for a few nights every month and she don't ask and I don't tell." "I'm sure we can help you out in here," Moose announced as my jaw dropped open in shock. Without any hesitation, Tony ambled into the bedroom and stood next to the bed. "I’m all yours, professor," he smiled. I walked up to him and began to run my fingers over his chest. His body felt great through the silk shirt, but it looked even better when I removed it. Then my hands found their way to his full basket which I fondled into full erection through the white pants which were soon on the floor. He was wearing no underwear and without socks easily stepped out of his loafers to stand naked before me. "Would you like to lie down?" I asked. "Not yet. I like to be played with. You can get more of me when I'm standin up." Oh, man, did I! I ran my eager hands all over his hot Italian Stallion's body and kissed whatever I wasn't touching at the moment. Moose stood back watching and smiling. Then as I slowly dropped to my knees eating my way down Tony's body, Moose stepped up behind him and pressed his big body against Tony's rear. As Tony's hot pecker fucked my eager mouth my hands were simultaneously on Tony's buns and Moose's fully erect cock! It didn't take long for Tony to explode in my mouth. Then he walked over to my bed and flopped down in the middle of the king sized bed. "Wow, that felt good. I really needed that. Man, I been savin up that load all day since I seen you lookin at me while I was pissin this morning. Come on, you guys, let's love it up a little til I have to go. The old lady don't like me out late. Moose and I flopped down on either side of Tony, pressed our bodies against him, and began to fondle him from both sides at once. I ate my way down his body and licked his cock and balls until his pelvis began to thrust and I knew it was time to swallow him in and suck out that last load. After he came the second time, he jumped up and dressed, said thanks and that he could show himself out, and said, "I'll be back again anytime the rag's on. You do nice work." He left and Moose and I went back into the kitchen for a midnight snack before a session on the bed that lasted into the wee small hours Early the next morning, I awakened to find Moose standing next to my bed with a smile on his face and a full erection on that amazing penis of his. “Don't you ever run dry?" I asked "I always wake up with a hardon that needs satisfying. Have ever since I was a teenager? Wanta take a shower with me?" That amazing shower was the beginning of the most memorable day of my life. jimbocle@aol.com CONTINUED IN PART III

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