KHAKIBUM (also KHAKIFLASH, sometimes KHAKISHORTSMAN or just plain KHAKI) - A khaki-tinted perspective by gay, India-born, Khakistani, daddy codger in 70s, peeping out from under button-down flap of back pocket on army surplus khaki drill shorts, held up by original boy scout belt, which still fits - though with extra hole punched!
Every one of them pissed to the gills. In their drunken state I'd like to take a few - just a few - of them aside and trust that what they've imbibed will have made them release their inhibitions enough to do things they wouldn't have entertained when sober. From experience I well know how drink can 'loosen' one up to advantage.
When I've done this in England (many times, in fact, both as sucker and suckee) it always increased the excitement never knowing if someone was going to unexpectedly appear - and maybe stand there watching, or perhaps getting all hostile and angry (it all added to the delicious tension) - or most perilously caught out by the cops, or the 'boys in blue' as they're still occasionally called here, despite their uniforms having been black for decades now. (I suppose in India you'd have to say the 'men in khaki'). So there was an incentive to hurry it along - if you were the sucker to get him to cum quickly so you could gobble it down and separate without having exchanged a single word. Great fun, though - and as addictive as the act itself. 😊
They must have done something really disobedient to deserve the back of a brush, so I can only cheer the father on. Teach them a lesson they'll never forget, is what I say! - make it fuckin' sting like hell. Ha ha!
The only trouble, I find, is that when I'm sucking one of them I can't stop thinking of the other. It would be better if we all had two or more mouths!
