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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He caught me looking, gave me a wink “are you with us?” and continued with the story, totally unphased...
After finishing the story of how he got the belt, Paul said to David that he bet he couldn’t tie it. So he throws the belt to my friend David and Dave struggles to get it around his waist.
I was bemused, since I did martial arts myself I took it off him and said “you do it like this” as I wrapped it around myself, tucking and folding until I had it on perfect.
Paul stood up and said “nearly”. “Stay still” he said, and he walked behind me, reached around under my arms and tightened the belt so it fitted more tightly. As he did that I felt him move closer behind me. My back was against his chest, and I could feel him breathing on my neck. “That’s how you do it” Paul said, and as he did so he brushed his bulge against my bum, subtle but very noticeably.
It felt thick and soft, and I could tell it was big by the way it felt. It was positioned so he rubbed it right between my cheeks. But he was so quick with it that it was hard to tell if it was intentional or a mistake. “Not long until you’re at this level” he said, and then quickly undid the belt, grabbed a beer and and disappeared back off into the front room. “Don’t disturb me, I’m watching the golf” he said sternly.
David and I carried on doing whatever it was we did that night, before eventually returning to bed. We both stayed in David’s room, which was at the front of the house. Across the corridor was the bathroom. And the door right next to David’s room was his parents room.
I woke in the middle of the night and needed a piss. I quietly opened the door and before I got to the bathroom I noticed Paul was stood there taking a piss, door wide open and lights on.
He was swaying slightly so I knew he was d*unk. He was wearing tight black boxers that really showed off his arse, and a black vest, with his huge tatted muscular arms showing. I couldn’t see much but I could tell he had his cock hanging out the fly and was holding it in his hand as a thick stream of piss splashed down into the bowl. He was giving me all kinds of thoughts and I could feel myself stirring. He looked like a real man, and I’d never seen a specimen like him before. So rugged and strong looking. 100% man.
I decided to sneak to the room and wait until the bathroom was free when Paul, sensing i was there, said quietly “wait, I’ll be done in a second”. I waited. From behind I saw the stream stop, and he flopped around whatever he was holding, before tucking his hand back into his boxers.
He turned around to face me, hand still down his boxers adjusting himself. “What are you doing up?” He said. My eyes were fixated on his bulge, I could see his hand adjusting that big underneath the fabric and the head of his cock was poking through in clear detail. he didn’t seem in any hurry to stop touching it. “I need the bathroom” I said as I danced foot to foot desperate to go.
Paul stood blocking the door, “you look desperate for it” he said, still with his hands down his boxers. He gave me a strange look that made me wonder exactly what he meant.
With that he moved out of the way and walked into his bedroom, ruffling my hair on the way. I could see the tv flickering as he opened the door. He said “Don’t come in here” and disappeared around the corner.
I went and had my piss. As I came out I noticed Paul’s bedroom door was slightly open. I glanced through as I walked past, I could see him laid under the duvet, eyes fixated on the TV. The top half of his body was above the duvet and I could see his beefy chest showing in blue light from the tv. I noticed it looked like he was scratching his leg or something under the covers, well at least that’s what I thought it was... |
