Pete and I had always been mates since high school. We got married early, got bored early, life went on in a rut
we saw each other regularly, and whenever big games were on the wives went shopping and we watched TV. This SuperBowl Weekend the girls went out in a foursome with two other women they knew. Pete and I both suspected that there may have been more to the story than that, as a hen party had been mentioned, but neither of us cared much
after the event we were relaxing with more beer, in just our boxers. We often lifted weights as we watched and did press-ups. Pete was doing some crunches, then flopped back. Suddenly he hoicked his boxers down from under him and revealed a boner. He'd always been hung, but he was getting bigger
`Sword fight?` he asked
we were always doing it as kids, and had horsed about again once or twice lately
`You always win, you freak bastard` I said
`OK, cum fight` The idea was one of us grabbed both dicks and wanked. The first to shoot was a faggot, cos he loved it the most
I was already hard. And sticky. I wanted neither, but this was Pete, and he was my mate. I always gave him what he wanted in the end
I stripped out of my boxers, and straddled him. I grabbed both our cocks and jacked. The heat from his throbbing tool went straight into my guts. I felt my wad rising, and knew I was `faggot` again. But then I felt warm milk dribbling over my fist. Pete never shot high, just dribbled out a steady bollock load. This time, he was there first
`Aw buddy .. that's so good .. ahhhhh .. mate .. `
he suddenly reached up and pulled me down onto him. He kissed me full face, and pushed his tongue in deep. We pulled away an inch, and he whispered `Next time I want you to suck me mate`. Even though both my hands were cradling his head I shot my load between our abs. `I'll take that as a yes then` he grinned
pic 6: captured rebels were garrotted. The last sight they saw was the cock of the soldier who'd brought them in. The rebel's wife would be taking it later
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pic 5: sword fight
Pete and I had always been mates since high school. We got married early, got bored early, life went on in a rut
we saw each other regularly, and whenever big games were on the wives went shopping and we watched TV. This SuperBowl Weekend the girls went out in a foursome with two other women they knew. Pete and I both suspected that there may have been more to the story than that, as a hen party had been mentioned, but neither of us cared much
after the event we were relaxing with more beer, in just our boxers. We often lifted weights as we watched and did press-ups. Pete was doing some crunches, then flopped back. Suddenly he hoicked his boxers down from under him and revealed a boner. He'd always been hung, but he was getting bigger
`Sword fight?` he asked
we were always doing it as kids, and had horsed about again once or twice lately
`You always win, you freak bastard` I said
`OK, cum fight` The idea was one of us grabbed both dicks and wanked. The first to shoot was a faggot, cos he loved it the most
I was already hard. And sticky. I wanted neither, but this was Pete, and he was my mate. I always gave him what he wanted in the end
I stripped out of my boxers, and straddled him. I grabbed both our cocks and jacked. The heat from his throbbing tool went straight into my guts. I felt my wad rising, and knew I was `faggot` again. But then I felt warm milk dribbling over my fist. Pete never shot high, just dribbled out a steady bollock load. This time, he was there first
`Aw buddy .. that's so good .. ahhhhh .. mate .. `
he suddenly reached up and pulled me down onto him. He kissed me full face, and pushed his tongue in deep. We pulled away an inch, and he whispered `Next time I want you to suck me mate`. Even though both my hands were cradling his head I shot my load between our abs. `I'll take that as a yes then` he grinned
pic 6: captured rebels were garrotted. The last sight they saw was the cock of the soldier who'd brought them in. The rebel's wife would be taking it later
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