The kiss went on and on, I was surrounded by his strength and odour and suddenly desperately wanted him to make love to me. He climbed onto the traile...r, we moved around a bit until we were surrounded by straw, invisible to the outside world.My hands caressed him, one slipped down to his crotch were his hard cock was pressing against his trousers. I found the zip, pulled it down and groped inside before pulling it out. I looked down, this erect b**st was twice the size of S’s and I wondered if. " Gordy Hollister!" You're kidding me!" No. He's from Mitchell and our age." You know who he must be, don't you?" No idea. I thought it was a funny coincidence." He must be Jacky and Alice's son. I was at their wedding! I wasn't even a year old. I think I last saw him when I was four or five. Wow! I've got to meet him! And I'll have to tell dad." Weird." What did you tell him?" Nothing. I was a little startled, but as my name's Eyre, not Hollister, no one seemed to have thought anything. It is a long trip home. While I was on the train headed from Sydney up to the Central Coast I wrote a blog post saying that after getting in the ocean for a swim the next thing I was looking forward to was some Aussie cock.Between that train ride and me getting home, I received a text message from the Married Guy saying:“Good to hear you are back, I’ve been enjoying following your travels. I have a welcome home present for you and of course I’m DTF (down to fuck). Monday swim and back to your. "No worries, I'll do my best to empty them for you," I said as I climbed between his legs and lowered my head. His balls were HUGE! Each one was the size of a lemon. I spread his legs a bit wider, and lowered my mouth to his sack. I slowly licked from the underside to the top. I heard him moan. My tongue was painting circles around his balls, and I liked to lick up and down on the sides of his balls, where is crotch-skin is. That has always elicited a moan/twitch combo, and this time was no.