Then I slowly opened the zip of his pant. I could now see his underwear. It was not the readymade type. Instead, it was locally stitched type, tied wi...th ‘nara’. I opened the ‘nara’ and loosened the underwear and pushed it downward. There it was. His cock was very fair, just like him, and was in a state of semi-erection. He had very sparse pubic hairs, light brownish in colour. I wasted no time. With fingers of my right hand, I pushed his foreskin back to expose his cock head, and ,lowering my. She sensed movement from the bathroom a low glow of light in the gloom. She jumped as a camera flash suddenly, but briefly lit the room. She just had time to take in the handcuffs, rope and riding crop lay on the bed before a deeper darkness returned. Her breathing became shorter and shallower as the movement behind her came closer. She screwed up her eyes and pushed her sweat covered brow deeper into the pillow afraid of what may follow. Then another sense filtered through to her, aftershave,. . . . . . . . . . Kindly read my real story and give your feedbacks. . . . It was a summer evening of may. Last month i had celebrated my 18th birthday and Was full of the energy of my youth stage. Everybody in my house had packed their Bags. My parents were going to delhi to visit one of my uncle. During the period Of their visit i was supposed to remain alone in the house. They were going out for Two weeks. I cant forget those two weeks because of the sexual encounters with one Of my. When you are male and of an age as Jimmy and Kenny and their friends, anything even remotely connected with sex is more than sufficient to capture your attention and hold it. Of course for Jimmy, Kenny, and the guys ‘hold- ing it’ usually meant the physical gripping of their perpetually stiff little peckers. All the guys wanked off at least two or three times a day. Even the guys who couldn’t shoot jiz yet still beat their meat as often as they could. It just felt so damn.