It was ٥٦ year. I had returned to Iran from England after a two-year vacation. It was still a week before I returned to England that Mehrdad, one of my former high school classmates who had passed the entrance exam in Iran and was now a student at the University of Tehran, called. We were supposed to see each other and call Hussein so that Hussein could come. Hussein was one of our high school classmates who went to the United States after graduation, and he, like me, returned to Iran for a few weeks of summer vacation after two or three years.
On Tuesday of the same week, we were near the old high school. Our old high school was on one of the streets in front of the University of Tehran. We walked in the same neighborhood for a while and relived the memories of the past. We used to have tea, bread and cheese in a coffee shop that used to be our hangout, and we exchanged postal addresses and telephone numbers. It was about XNUMX:XNUMX when we separated and because our house was on Hussein's way and Hussein had come in his father's car, he was supposed to take me on the way. We separated from Mehrdad and went to Hussein's car, which was parked next to the university on Anatole France Street. Hussein's father was a businessman and owned a large Benz car. We got on board, and as Hussein was talking about life in the United States, and I, from the United Kingdom, he took out a small box from the bag he was carrying and gave it to me and said:
"Open it and watch."
I opened the box and it was a normal playing card.
Hussein said:
"Turn them over and look at the other side of the sheets."
On the other side of the sheets, on the side with the engraving and number, were printed pornographic photographs. One photo on each sheet. I started looking at the photos. On one sheet was a photograph of a woman sucking on a long, hard cock. Which was a sign that Bob's photo is my wish. On some of the sheets, there was only a picture of a naked or semi-naked woman, and as I was looking at the pictures, I was starting to get angry and straightened up. Hussein, who had not yet turned on the car, was looking at the pictures, and for some of the pictures he sometimes said something like, "Look at the nipples he has." Every time Hussein said something, my lust for seeing the photos increased. I also started to comment and every time I tried to say something more horrible than Hussein. - "Look at this, you come to Abt on her nipples, then I rub her nipples with your semen. "How is the boy?" And Hussein continued to follow me - "Yes, licking his nipples like this is very good."
I finished seeing XNUMX sheets and I put the sheets in the box and told Hussein,
- “Hussein, do you not have a photo of the actors? "I'm very happy with these kind of photos when I go to the UK. All of these photos are with me."
Hussein asked:
«ذكي! You too, who will take you to Kerman! Now, were the photos of the actors Iranian or foreign?
I noticed that while saying this, I saw the sentence of Hussein's hand, which was on the collar of his trousers, move two or three times, as if it was making room for his clenched fist. To my surprise, Hussein did not try to hide the bulge in his pants, and it even seemed to me that he was sitting in the driver's seat so that I could easily see the middle of his leg. From the thin summer pants, I could easily see the shape of his torn penis, especially when he lifted his hand from it.
"It does not matter if the chest is bare. I had some inert photos of Jamileh. "It's a pity I can't find them anymore."
Hussein asked:
"Jamileh?" The same actor who dances in movies? ”
I answered:
-"Yeah. What a piece. When Arabic dances and nipples shake, I'm not at all. Remember his movies? ”
Hussein said:
-"Yeah. It was her, it was Nadia who danced well. How much I miss these Persian movies, with a dance scene and a pair of nipples while shaking. ”
I asked Hussein:
"Didn't you go to the cinema while you were here?"
- "No, Dad, I did not waste my time at all"
Seeing the photos while Hussein was sitting next to me, and more than that, our reckless conversation about women and sex, had made me angry and angry. In a tone that I think conveys my main goal, I said:
"Let's go one day before you come back." I will not be in Iran for another week. what about you?"
Hussein said:
"I will leave in three days." "I wish Mehrdad had called sooner and we would have seen each other sooner."
I wanted to talk more about the art of sexy crafts because I had been flirting with photos I found in magazines or buying from peddlers for years, and I enjoyed talking to Hussein about it. I told Hussein:
-"Yeah. "While I was here, I bought all the photos of the actors from these shops to take."
- "Lakhti photo?"
-"So what? But they are not inertia either. Half inertia ”
- "Which photos did you buy?"
I answered with a laugh:
- "Photo of each one who threw his head and chest out"
- "No, I mean a foreign or Iranian actor?"
- "both. I love Rockel Welch. Brigitte Bardot's breasts are also very healthy. To the Iranians, Zari Khoshkam, Nadia, Jamileh. In short, whoever has cool nipples and has stripped them "
Hussein sighed as if reliving a pleasant memory and said:
- “Oh boy you said !! Zari Khoshkam… Remember in a movie he had an ax in his hand and he was running and his nipples were shaking under his shirt ”
I immediately understood what film he was talking about and which scene he was talking about:
"Yeah, so what?" It was one of the best scenes and his shirt buttons were open. I do not remember the name of the movie, but I will never forget the nodding of those nipples. I remember we went to the cinema with Mehrdad and Iraj. I masturbated there in the cinema. "
While talking to Hussein, I also put my hand on the bulge in the middle of my leg and it was very, very imperceptible so that Hussein did not notice, I was pushing my back from my pants.
Hussein asked with special curiosity:
- "Did Iraj and Mehrdad also masturbate? Did the three of them masturbate for each other?"
I did not really understand what he meant by "for each other" and it did not matter much to me. I answered with a laugh:
"Sure. Because we had thrown off all three of our jackets, all three of us were shaking. ”
Hussein laughed and sighed:
- “It was a wonderful period. "How were we?"
- I continued in Hussein's approval:
"Yes, boy." you do not believe! I sometimes remember being so angry that I would put a rocket photo of Rockel Welch in my pants so I could rub it. The worm was stuck to the photo all day. By the time I got home from high school, the photo had been rented and she was about to masturbate. Do you believe that sometimes I used to rub so much on some photos? "Of course, water was spilling on the photo and I had to throw it away."
With this word, we both started laughing and in confirmation of my words, Hussein continued:
"I do not know how many liters of water I spilled on these photos, but I think he could fill a pond with it."
I answered:
-"Pool? "I just fill a pool for Rockwell Welsh with my water."
We laughed from the bottom of my heart again, but the fire of lust was burning in the tone and look of both. I was very upset and I enjoyed talking to Hussein very, very much. The pleasure that gradually made my heart beat faster and I wanted to sit in the car next to Hussein for hours and talk about naked men and women with big breasts and masturbating.
The movements of each hand on his own pants became clearer. Hussein leaned slightly towards me and said as he rubbed Kirsh over his pants:
- "Let's go to the cinema to see a movie. How are you? ”
- "I'm very happy, but it 's too late to find a movie and go. I have to be home in an hour and a half. We will go another day "
Then I remembered that Hussein would return to the United States in three days and said:
- "You are not more than three days . We will leave it for tomorrow. ”
Hussein asked in a tone full of desire:
"So what do we do now?"
I immediately answered with one of my high school jokes:
-"what do we do? "We'm looking at the door," and we both laughed.
I continued:
- "Hussein, it is one o'clock and I must be home for two and a half, let's go." We are going for tomorrow "
Hussein turned the switch and turned on the car engine, but seemed to have no desire to move. He pressed his foot on the gas several times and changed gears, and suddenly turned to me and said:
"I did the right thing." "Let's masturbate here."
Saying this, he put his hand on the ridge in the middle of his foot and, as I can see, rubbed Kirsh with a movement from above. From the thin fabric of his summer pants, the shape and stiffness of his penis were clearly discernible, and a small stain showed that little water had come out of his penis.
I asked:
-"Here? In the car? In front of each other? ”
He said impatiently:
- "Yes, I have become a lustful arithmetic"
- "No, Dad, people see us here and the water spills"
Again he impatiently insisted:
"Ali, no one is on the street this afternoon with this sun."
Saying this, he shakes his hand with more force on Kirsh. It was as if he wanted to let me know that more than that, he had become an insect that could stop itself. Now I was not better than Hussein, I also rubbed my cream more clearly on my pants.
-"Not. "All these cars and buses pass by, they see."
As if nothing was in front of him, he had to do what he wanted because he made another offer with the same insistence:
- "So let's go to the toilet. "I promise you will be two and a half years old."
- “Toilet? Which toilet. "The toilet is not here."
- Let's go to Crown Prince Park, there is a toilet. I promise you will be at home for two and a half - "Yes, but it is at least a XNUMX-minute walk from here to the park."
Hussein replied:
- "We are going by car. "It is far away and instead of a park."
Crown Prince Park was the closest park to us and was located at the intersection of Pahlavi Street (current Valiasr) and Shahreza Street (current Enghelab).
Without waiting for my answer, Hussein changed gears and the car started moving.
I had never talked to any of my friends so openly about masturbating, and I was unfamiliar with the situation I was in, and I felt a little scared and worried. Hussein seemed to be more familiar with the situation because as he drove to Crown Prince Park, he continued his conversation:
- "Oh, my heart is stained for a pair of big white nipples that sway under the shirt without nipples"
I asked:
- "Like Khoshkam or Jamileh's golden breasts?"
- "It does not matter, the nipples are in good shape from the ones she has to rub. Kirat and Bamali to them. Bamali until Abt remembers her breasts "
- "Your son is very horny"
"Didn't you?" I will not calm down until I masturbate, an arithmetic masturbating and well. what about you?"
I answered:
-"me like you. "Tomorrow you will come or you will not come. I will go to the cinema to have a good time."
We reached the park and Hussein said as he parked the car:
- "I will come tomorrow, we will go to the cinema together. But now I have to go to the toilet in the park to masturbate. "If you do not want to, sit in the car until I come back."
I said:-
- "I will come too"
We both got out of the car and a few minutes later we both went inside the park to the park toilet. Under the hot summer sun of Tehran, the park was deserted and almost full of birds. Twenty meters from the bathroom, the waitress had fallen asleep on a bench. The bathroom was below ground level and Hussein and I went down the stairs and entered the men's restroom. On one side were washbasins and faucets and three mirrors, and on the other side were toilet cubicles. It was open in all cabinets. I went to the second cabin on the left. Since the front door was next to the toilets on the right, Hussein went to the cabin on the right. I entered the cabin and when I returned to close the door, I was surprised to see that Hussein had changed his route and followed me and was now standing in front of the cabin. Before I could close the door, Hussein entered my cabin and locked the door himself.
When I came to say, "What are you doing, Hussein?" My entry into the cabin, then Hussein's entry and locking the door from inside passed so fast that I still did not understand what was going on and why Hussein entered my cabin. When I saw Hussein staring at my back with half-open eyes out of lust and unzipping his pants and waist, I understood what was happening. Hussein's state, his stare at my feet, Hussein's straight back, which he had now pulled out from under his pants and was moving back and forth between the fingers of his hand, filled me with lust. Without taking my eyes off Kir Hossein, I took two steps back and leaned my back against the wall, pushed my hips forward and unzipped my pants, and then unbuckled my belt. I took the cream in my hand and started rubbing. From time to time, I would look at Kir Hussein for a few moments and then come back down and stare at Kir Hussein. In just a few moments, my gaze met the gaze of Hussein, and it was as if the flames of lust, through this confluence, set the gaze of the existence of both of us on fire, and each time more than before.
Kir Hossein Daraz was a bit thick, slightly crooked, slightly curved to the right, and it was so sour. It is as if a curvature is created by the intensity of the cracking. Kirsh was circumcised like my Kirsh, but there seemed to be more skin left because I occasionally saw between the movements of my hand that almost a third of Kirsh's head was covered with skin, which moved backwards with the movement of his fingers. My back was as long as Kir Hussein, but I was a little thinner than Kir Hussein and I was so torn that my back was slightly bent towards my abdomen. The smell of lime mixed with the faint smell of piss filled the cabin. As I nodded, I said softly to Hussein:
- "I wish we would bring the sheets and look at the photos"
Hussein replied as slowly as he could almost breathe:
- "Yes, but looking at Kirt also makes me very angry. "Masturbating in front of each other is very good."
Hussein put his hand to his mouth and immediately spat and spat on Kirsh, as if he enjoyed saying this sentence because he repeated it again:
- "When you kiss Kirt, I become an insect. "How good it is for us to masturbate in front of each other."
His fingers were moving faster on Kirsh, his eyes fixed on Kirsh, he continued in a low, slightly trembling voice:
- "Against you, you also like my cock and see , do you like to look I should masturbate?"
I pushed my hips further forward, now only my upper back was stuck to the wall. Hussein had gradually taken the same position and, in front of me, was leaning against the wall of his hips. I enjoyed hearing her soft voice, the way she asked questions, the way she stared at me. I wanted to answer his question in such a way and also enjoy hearing my answer.
Both pants were down to our ankles. I could see her hairless thighs, and when she lifted her shirt over her abdomen with her left hand for a few moments, I could see her abdomen down to her breasts, and I was amazed that her body was so thin. Without looking away from me, Hussein repeated his question impatiently:
- “Say Ali again! you like? Would you like to look at me ? I love you. I like to look at it. What about you? Do you like to masturbate in front of each other? ”
Hussein pronounced the word kir with emphasis and a little stretching. I would have liked him to repeat this word again, I liked it and it was getting more and more irritating.
My gaze went from Kirsh to his face and our gaze met, and again his half-open mouth and the look of his hangover, which was sewn in the middle of my leg, intensified the fire of my lust. I lost my temper and answered with the same slow voice he had asked me, and I tried to tone my voice full of the lust that had filled my being:
-"Yeah. I love." And as if this answer was not enough to express my lust, I continued in the same tone:
"Hussein, I like to look at Kirt. I would like you to put your shirt in front of me. Blow up in front of me . I become an insect from masturbating in you. "Look how I got angry."
I was trying to pronounce the word Kir like Hussein.
Before Hussein answered, as if I wanted to show him well how I was, I continued without thinking about what I was saying:
"Yeah, I like to look at Kirt." Kirt is so beautiful I love Kirt. I go crazy when you rub it like this. Look, I'm getting water. "Making fun of each other is great."
We both hit the last wire. Hussein took two steps towards me, no longer leaning his back against the wall, standing in front of me at a distance of thirty centimeters, spitting in his hand again and spreading his saliva with his fingertips on Kirsh, and at the same time said:
- "Your shirt is also very good. It is driving me crazy with lust. How can we masturbate in front of each other. "Come on, let's rub ahead."
I did not move and Hussein continued in a pleading tone
- "Let's rub our worms together until our water comes." come come.."
And he came a little further
I was no longer in control of my movements and in that situation I did whatever Hussein wanted.
I also moved away from the wall on which I was leaning and approached Hussein. Now Hussein's body was not a few centimeters ahead of mine. I pushed my hips forward a little and pressed my head to his head. My heart was pounding even faster and I felt like I had nothing ahead of me and I was going crazy with lust and pleasure.
Both of them were slippery and slipped on top of each other. What a pleasure! Hussein's body clinging to my breast and the fingers of both my hands had circled both breasts. We went back and forth and our nipples slid and rubbed against each other and I pressed them together to feel Hussein's nipple better. Kirsch was slippery, slipping on my back, and I was moaning, "Yeah, what a cup that's like." آآآه ه جوووون ”.
It was as if I had spoken loudly because Hussein put his finger on his lips and shouted "Hiss!" He made me understand that I had spoken loudly.
I felt my whole body heat up and I think I could feel the warmth of Hussein's body. He was hot too. His body was not more than four or five centimeters away from mine. Hussein put his right hand on my hand, which had encircled our legs. With his left hand, he lifted his shirt as high as possible and stripped his chest. The right hand of both of us, below, had wrapped our clasped elbows around our hips, both moving slowly but slowly back and forth. His hand was on my hand and I liked the contact of his hand with my hand, as if every contact between our body transmitted the desire from him to me and increased my lust.
Hussein took off his shirt and now I could see his bare torso and short hair. His chest, shoulders and arms were muscular, he was sweating and his skin was wet and shiny. I could feel her bare skin being soft and hot. I do not want to look at her naked body fashion. We were both wet in Iraq and we were panting. We rubbed our nails together and Hussein pressed his right hand firmly on mine hand every moment and kept our nails in contact. I liked the touch of his hand on my hand, his hand was soft and hot. I also took off my shirt anyway and threw it on Hussein's shirt in the corner of the cabin. Now I was naked too, I came forward a little and wrapped my arms around Hussein's waist and pressed my naked chest to Hussein's bare chest. His hard cock licked my belly and my cock licked his belly.
I buried my face in his neck. I rubbed my tongue on my lips and wet them, then put my wet lips on Hussein's shoulder, his skin was soft and hot. Without looking at each other, we rub our naked bodies together. I felt like my whole body was asking for it. We both cling to each other and shake. I wanted to rub Kirsh on my body, every millimeter of my skin. I wanted to rub Kirsh on my face, my neck and my bare shoulders. I wrapped my arms around Hussein's waist and pressed him with all my might. I licked the soft skin of his neck and shoulders and kept thinking about feeling his cock in my mouth and sucking. We were both unconscious. I pressed myself to his naked body and slowly repeated a few sentences in his ear:
- "Give me your shirt. Kirt drives me crazy. How does rubbing your shirt, Jon, let me kiss your shirt. I love you. "Wow, how is it?"
I could not believe that these sentences came out of my mouth. I felt Hussein rubbing the skin of my neck, I felt his tongue and I raised my right hand and put it behind his neck and as a sign of satisfaction I gently pulled his head towards me. I could feel the wetness of his tongue, he was licking my neck, under my chin, neck and bare shoulders with craving. I heard him say softly:
"I want to kiss Kirt." Will you put your shirt in my mouth? ”
I answer with a whisper next to his ear:
- "No, first let me put the shirt in my mouth. I'm going crazy with lust. I suck Kirt until Abt comes. "Then lick my dick"
- "Let's change our car at all. "My dick is yours and your dick is mine."
We both laughed and our sweaty bodies slipped on top of each other. Hussein's body clings to my stomach and my's body slips on Hussein's stomach with every movement. I felt his tongue on my skin again, he rubbed my neck and shoulders. I dipped my head in the middle of his neck and sucked the wet skin of his neck with wet lips. His skin smells like milk, I must have smelled like milk, otherwise he would not stick to me like that and would not lick around my face, under my chin and neck. I raised my head and leaned back slightly so that Hussein's wet tongue was licking all under his chin and around him. Now Hussein is licking the skin of my neck and shoulders with greed. Both eyes were closed and we only occasionally opened our eyes very briefly, but in that case we both avoided looking into each other's eyes. I lowered my head again and wet my lips and dipped my face where his neck was attached to his shoulder. I enjoyed the wetness and warmth of her skin. I smelled it with craving. We were two fireballs that clung to each other and swelled. My hands were tightly wrapped around Hussein's waist and I tried to press and rub my cream against Hussein's belly skin with more pressure. He also responded to my pressure by sticking more and rubbing his body more on my naked body. None of us talked anymore, and it was as if all five senses of both were so busy gaining and tasting pleasure that every sentence and every statement was useless and even impossible. The joy that had gradually overwhelmed us was now accelerating faster and faster to drown both of us in itself. We were both experiencing a strange, fresh and unexpected pleasure. Knowing that as long as the two of us are together, this new pleasure can be repeated, it made her more lustful. Hussein was whispering things in which I only heard the word kir repeated several times. It was as if we were drunk and our control was out of our control. I also started whispering in Hussein:
"Ah Joon, what a joke, Kirt, Hussein, I fell in love with Kirt, I'm going crazy over Kirt 's lust, I want to kiss him, let' s put Kirt in my mouth, چه What a joke."
Hussein was whispering the same delusional sentences in my ear with his eyes closed. The movements became both faster and faster, and Hussein's naked body rubbed against my hot and sweaty body with increasing force. My cock slid on the wet skin of Hussein's belly and came in contact with Kirsh in every movement. We both recklessly kissed, kissed and smelled each other's neck and shoulders. We were both out of breath, and with each passing second I found more courage to bend over and rub Kirsch on my face. As I moved forward with Hussein's movements and tried to rub myself in such a way that Kirm was in constant contact with Kirsh, I slowly begged in Hussein's ear:
"Hussein, come to God, rub your shirt on my face."
Words like drops of oil on the fire increased my lust even more. I continued: "Kir makes me stiff and crazy. Do you feel my cock ? It was a vain question, but in those moments every word adds to my enjoyment. Hussein answered me with intermittent sighs, and sometimes the incomplete sentences ended with something like a pleasing, pleading moan.
"Son of a bitch, you's too stupid, yeah, yeah… rub it on me like that, yeah, like this, yeah, Joon, how stubborn you…"
Suddenly I felt a wave shaking from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It was not a wave, it was hundreds of waves in a row and one stronger than the other. I turned to myself out of pleasure and my water was pouring on Hussein's stomach, it was not all. Hussein was still clinging to me and his arms, which were wrapped around my back, were pressing on me with a strange force, and not only did I not feel any pain from this pressure, but I was adding to it myself. Hussein's water had flowed from my stomach to my thighs. We gradually calmed down, but our bare breasts were still sticking together, and our nipples were immersed in a mixture of Iraqi body and kirman water. The smell of semen filled the cabin and I felt that I liked the smell of semen for the first time after masturbating.
We were a little apart and our fried bodies were about thirty inches apart. I put my hands on my abdomen and gathered the mixture of semen from both of them before it flowed further down and rubbed it on my chest, neck, shoulders and even on my lips and face. Hussein was also rubbing semen on his body, but he rubbed it more on his chest, abdomen and thighs.
We had just heard the noise of commuting in the public restroom. What time was it? I looked at my watch, it was XNUMX o'clock and I was supposed to be home at one and a half o'clock to go to my aunt's house with my parents. They must have gone without me. I thought to myself how much better it would be because when I get home I will be alone and there is no one to see me with a red face and a body that smells of semen. I knew my parents would not be back until nightfall, and I had time to take a shower and change my clothes.
Hussein was tightening his shirt. Both of our pants and shirts were torn to pieces. There was no choice but to go to the car at the same time. I slowly opened the cabin door and looked out the door and said:
"Hussein, first I will go out, wait a few minutes and then you will come. We are supposed to be the tail of the car. ”
There was no one outside and I could see in the mirror that it was closed in the other two cabins, so I had to get out quickly before anyone came out of one of these two cabins or someone entered the service from outside. I got out of the cabin and ran out without washing my hands and standing in front of the toilet. I just glanced at myself quickly as I passed in the mirror. I got out of the toilet and walked up the stairs to a middle-aged man coming down. I do not know if the strong smell of semen was still rising from my body or something like that, the middle-aged man stood a few steps down and started shouting and saying things to me. I did not wait any longer and almost ran to Hussein's car. Hussein arrived and we moved.
Hussein said the first sentence: "Boy, what have I done? I have never had sex like this before. it is awesome "
I answered anxiously:
"Hussein, you know, whoever sees us understands what we did and where we were?" Abromon goes. "When I came out of the toilet, someone saw me and started cursing."
" Take it easy. Who understands, is it possible? Who is your house or when you are alone? ”
I should normally be alone. "My parents must have been guests without me."
Well, then, carefree, from here to your house no one sees you. Tell me, did you have a bag too? ”
In addition to worrying, I tried to make up for what I had said in my ear:
" Yeah. Very. "But how naughty I was."
"Cherto pert chi, it was also very good. We were both insect arithmetic. Let me see, was this the first time you rubbed another's dick? ”
" Yeah. "Well, it's very good, .. What was the first time you masturbated with two others?"
Honestly, I masturbated with Bijan several times. Remember Bijan? Bijan Mohseni, who was sitting next to me in the XNUMXth grade "
“I remember. How? Where?"
Hussein replied:
"Between XNUMX and XNUMX, when we are closed for lunch, Bijan and I would go to the cinema. We masturbated in the cinema. First, each of us, for ourselves, but when we were in the twelfth grade, we masturbated for each other. He had a lot of bags. "Nothing has happened to you carelessly, you are just an arrogant hand."
We both laughed and I said goodbye to Hussein in front of the house. Before I entered the house, Hussein blew the horn and when I returned, he asked loudly.
"until tomorrow?"
I went back to the car and we made an appointment with Hussein for XNUMX o'clock tomorrow.
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My guess was right and no one was home. I lay in bed for a while, thinking about what I had done and what I had said. The guilt I had had gradually faded and faded.
I got up and took off my clothes and threw them in the Syrian clothes machine and went to the bathroom. Before opening the shower, I looked at myself in the large bathroom mirror for a while. I put my hand on my chest and abdomen, my skin was dry but the smell of semen was still very much felt. I was very pissed and started pissing right in front of the mirror. I put my hand in front of me and then rubbed my wet hand on my body. I first rubbed my sixth hand on my neck and face and on my chest and abdomen. The floor of my yellow piss bathroom was cluttered. I lay on the floor of the bathroom and tried to roll on my shoulder, which was still warm, and tried to wet everything. I was right again. I rubbed my wet finger on my lips and licked my lips. I do not know why the smell and taste of piss made me feel like an insect for the first time. Every time I rubbed my wet hand, that part of my body became viscous again and the smell of semen refilled my breath. I rubbed my hand carefully on my abdomen, where Kir Hossein had rubbed an hour ago. I collected as much of the remaining semen as I could with my fingers and put my hand in front of the mirror in my mouth. I ran my fingers over my lips again and then licked my lips. The taste of a mixture of piss and semen filled my mouth. The lust of Hussein and his hard cock did not leave my head. . I rubbed my cream with my left hand and licked and sucked two fingers of my right hand like a cream. I wanted Hussein to be there and I was playing with his cracked and cracked cock, I wanted to rub his cock on my face and on my lips. I wanted Hussein to be wet on my body and wet and his hot piss to flow on my stomach, back and thighs. Moments later, my water came and this time, with pleasure and for the first time, I rubbed my semen on my face and licked it from my fingers.
It had not been two hours since we were separated and my whole mind and being was saturated with the longing and hard work of Hussein. I was constantly thinking about Kir Hussein, and the thought of the scene where Hussein Kirsh was rubbing my face and I was licking and sucking with my mouth open like a hungry person did not leave me for a moment. What happened to me? Was I gay? I was afraid to think about the answer to this question. As soon as I found an answer or a feeling of shame and remorse for what I had done, the temptation to see Hussein again and the desire to repeat the pleasure we had given each other erased remorse and fear from my mind.
My being was filled with lust that the image of Hussein's hard and long cock gave me. In the fire of this forbidden lust, but fresh and unexpected, I forgot everything. In the world of fantasy and on the wing of lust, I was filling myself with Hussein to feel the firmness of Kirsh on my body again.
I did not know that day that I had spent moments from the moment I got in Hussein's car and I had experienced a pleasure that will not be erased from my mind and will change the course of my life.
The next day, I saw Hussein, but I will leave his story for the next time, and that after my return to England and Hussein to the United States, whatever we did, for the next time, because this story is long.
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