Wot Happened After He Split Up Wiv His Girl

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All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over My mate Jez, he gets my cock well fucking hard. I get my hardest erections when I think about Jez. I only have to think about him and it throbs up into the most unbearably stiff hard-on ever. My erections are well hard full stop but when I think of Jez they’re rock solid. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me feel the way I do. He’s just got this presence about him, this aura. Whenever I’m in his company I get a really sexy tingly sensation in my cock. He just makes me feel so fucking sexy. He was staying at my place. He’d split up with his bird. Personally, I didn’t know what he saw in her in the first place. In my opinion, for what it’s worth, he was far too good for her. He could have anybody he wanted, Jez. He was so good-looking. In comparison she was really, really plain. I know that sounds proper shallow but apart from her looks she didn’t even have a nice personality. Well I didn’t think so. Obviously Jez thought so otherwise he wouldn’t have gone with her. But no, to me she was as dull as dish water and, well it’s not like she’d been beaten with the ugly stick a few times or nothing like that, but she just wasn’t pretty. Maybe I’m being biased coz like I proper fancied Jez, always had done and that bitch had been intimate with him whereas I hadn’t. There, now you know why I’m being so horrible about her. But anyway, none of that mattered now coz they’d split up. Now she was out of his life whereas I still had him as a friend. So there! We’d been mates for years, me and Jez, but it was not till he started living with me that I realized just how much I fancied him. He was one horny fucker and I couldn’t handle it. He’d been living with me now for just two weeks and he was doing my head in. The sexual tension was unbearable. It wouldn’t isvecbahis have been so bad if he kept his jeans on. He’s one of those lads who walks about the flat in just his boxers or undies or whatever he’s wearing. I’d be like keeping my eyes off him in case I got a boner. Then one afternoon I came home and he was sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, lying on his stomach, reading a magazine and he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Swear down. I thought: Is he doing this on purpose? I thought: Does he know he turns me on? Know what I mean? I mean, there he was lying down in just his jock for fuck’s sake. What was all that about? I took a good look at his arse then I went in the kitchen to make a brew. I needed a wank real bad, get all the spunk out of my balls. My balls were aching, my cock was aching and it was all because of my mate, the horny bastard. What was he doing lying there almost naked in my flat? Getting my cock hard, that’s what he was doing. I made myself a cup of tea, and I made one for my mate. I went back in the front room, gave my mate his cup of tea and sat down on the sofa. I sat there staring at my mate’s fit body. Horny bastard, sprawled out on the floor like that. He was engrossed in his magazine, didn’t know I was staring at him. He had a really fit body – smooth, hard, muscular, slim waist, great arse. What an arse. Nice round firm bum. Great arse framed by the elastic of his jock. I wanted to get up and put my hands on his bum, grab a feel of it, touch it, slap my big dick all over it. Then I just came out with it. It was what I was thinking and I actually said it out loud. “Great arse, mate.” Straight away I said it I thought: Oh fuck, did I just say that? My mate looked up at me. He gave me a really funny look. “What?” I went bright red. Didn’t know what to say. My mate said, “You looking at isveçbahis giriş my arse?” I said, “Put some fucking pants on, will you?” I picked up a magazine, buried my face in it. He said it again. “Were you looking at my arse?” I didn’t say nothing, kept my face in the magazine. “You were, weren’t you? You were looking at my arse.” I put the magazine down. “I couldn’t fucking miss it, could I?” Then he slapped himself on the bum. He said, “It is sexy though, innit?” Dirty bastard was spanking himself on the bum, looking over his shoulder at me, licking his lips. “You’re not right, you, mate.” “Do you really like it then?” “What?” “My arse.” “Put some pants on, will you?” “But you’ll not be able to look at my bum then, will you?” “Fuck off and put some pants on.” He smiled at me. He said, “It wouldn’t bother me, you know.” “What you going on about?” “I’m dead open-minded me, mate.” I picked the magazine back up. He smacked his bum again. “Will you stop doing that?” “Are you gay?” “What?” “Are you gay?” “Why do you ask me that?” “Just asking.” “Yeah, well just put some pants on.” He said, “It’s ok. You’re still my mate.” He just lay there showing off his bum. He was proper showing it off. He was lying face down and he started wiggling his hips back and to. His bum cheeks were stiffly wobbling and they looked so fucking sexy. “You’re the gay one, mate. Lying there wiggling your arse for me.” He laughed. He then pushed his bum up in the air. “Oooh! Mate, look at my bum. Do you wanna shag me, mate?” I threw the magazine at him, hit him on the arse with it. He rolled over and lay there on the rug face up. Oh fuck, he looked even sexier now with it all bulging out in his tight little jock. I had a quick glance but then I had to look away coz I got this well sexy tingle in my dick. I put my foot up on the sofa and started messing isveçbahis yeni giriş with my trainer. I was getting a boner and didn’t want my mate to see. I was pretending to concentrate on my trainer, pretending I was trying to pick something out of the sole but I could see my mate lying there on the rug almost naked from the corner of my eye. He started talking about his bird. He said, “I really miss her, mate.” “You’re bound to, mate.” I couldn’t look at him, not while I was feeling this sexy, not while he was lying there in just his skimpy little jock. “You know what I really miss about her, mate?” “What?” “Well, everything really but like I really miss her giving me a good massage.” “Right.” I wanted to get up and go in the kitchen but I now had a massive fucking boner in my trackies and I couldn’t get up coz my mate, he would have seen it all boned up in my trackies. He carried on talking. “She loved stroking my arse, mate.” “I bet she did.” “What?” Nothing.” I said that really quiet, to myself really. He didn’t hear me say it. “Yeah, she loved stroking my arse. I saw him turn over again from the corner of my eye and when I looked he was lying face down on the rug and the dirty bastard was only humping the rug. I couldn’t take my eyes of that beautiful arse of his. That was the sexiest sight ever. His bum cheeks were proper wobbling as he humped the rug. He had a fantastic arse. Those bum cheeks, they looked so hard and firm. I wanted to grab ‘em. I didn’t say nothing, just sat there and looked at him as he humped the rug. He was doing that on purpose to get me all excited. Course he was. And it was working. He said, “Mate, this is how I used to fuck my bird.” “Yeah, well don’t you go leaving your spunk on my rug, you perve.” He stayed lying face down and he stroked his arse. He said, “Come on, gay boy. Make my arse feel good.” “Yeah, you’d love me to do that, wouldn’t you?” He couldn’t see me stroking my boner through my trackies. “Not as much as you’d love to do it to me.” I squeezed my trackies round my cock. I wanted to get on top of my horny mate.

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