What a bunch of suckers!

Before the ping-pong resumes, can I tag onto the end of this line? Not too important which end as long as there's someone to join after me at the same end. I prefer to be one of those links in the chain who's having it two ways at the same time. 👍

Be honest now. Haven't YOU done this as well?

The 'normal' reaction when it's pointed out to you is to be surprised, apologetic, and to make out it was an innocent 'accident' (Hah!), isn't it? 😉 

I've had at least two occasions when I came within a whisker of getting into serious trouble doing this. One was when I was in a certain town where I used to like making a walking 'tour' of a number of its public shithouses with a reputation for busy action (all long since demolished). I'd just been to a pub and downed a few pints and, on emerging and feeling randy (as alcohol consumption can frequently do), I undid the buttons on my army surplus k.d. pants, taking out my semi-erect willy just to, you know, give it some 'fresh air' (as one does😀). It was a Sunday so there weren't that many people around. But as it then happened, shortly after leaving that pub, and now with my todger pointing and leading the way, I rounded a corner - and who should be nearby playing, but two boys, maybe just 10-12 years old, probably brothers. I had to walk past them - yet, being in a sort of befuddled state, I didn't even attempt to tuck my cock back in but carried on walking. Just 50 yards or so down that road was a man, possibly their father, sitting on a low wall but not looking at me, unlike the two boys - and it was clear that what they were looking at wasn't my face!  One of them sort of giggled, the elder one I think, while the other watched me in silent astonishment as I passed by, me trying to look nonchalant. Then, just as I was rounding another corner I sensed them running to the man, saying something to him in excited voices. Did I hang around? Fuck NO! All I needed was for the guy to chase after me, accusing me of being a filthy paedo who liked to flash at young boys - and I was in a town where the cops already had my name and address following an incident of 'indecent' exposure a few years previous (details of which will likely be forthcoming in a future posting) - when, because I lived in a distant place way outside their jurisdiction, the cops finally let me go, red-faced, with a stern warning not to come back. No, this new close-call brought me to my senses pretty quick - and, putting my willy back where it should have been, I hurriedly made my way to the railway station to return home straight away, heart thumping like mad. 

It shouldn't surprise you to learn that although this happened about 30 years ago, and though I did eventually return to that town after a decent interval, in spite of the cops' warning, I was ever so careful to avoid going anywhere near that particular vicinity - and I made sure to be wearing different clothes just in case. But Jesus!, that sure was the fuckin' narrowest of escapes! 😓

The view from below.

Sealing a friendship in the nicest possible way. Could a finer photo of this situation be taken? I can't for the life of me think of one.

Young Indian, vindaloo-hot. Water, please! Gallons of it!

OMfuckin'G! Ain't he a stunner? I so wanna sample his jizz, and savour that full Desi flavour with all his native ancestry behind it. It would be a service not just to me but to his whole country. Lemme worship you on my knees, on my back or any way you want, you handsome sexy devil.

The shithole-lick.

If the intended climax to a cock-fun session is to have one guy fucking the other up the bum, or to have one sucking off the other, then the shithole-lick - prolonged, of course - must be just about the most pleasant of ways to get there. Nothing else I'm aware of can take you so close to shooting off without necessarily even touching the cock. I've said before and I repeat here, that I have no sympathy at all for those guys who refuse to involve themselves in this most beautiful of practices. Too bad. That loss is their own. 😝

In at the top end, out at the lower.

We've all done this from time to time, haven't we? Got ourselves so pissed that when we need to have a wee, it's too much trouble to get up and go to the bog, giving no thought as to cleaning it up afterwards - regretting it only after you've sobered up. Is there anyone who can't say "Been there, done that!"?

Btw: Love the look of this drunken daddy's tool. I fuckin' drool over long-hooded todgers.

Double-sucking. Logical, neat and.......NATURAL.

Like a couple of 'plug & socket' sets, two men seamlessly fitting together in the way you could swear they were designed to do.

Brothers lounging on grass, cocks 'n balls exposed.

Do they care? Nah, they don't give a shit - and why should they? 😄

Two fine Indian(?) daddies.

Top one is definitely from that illustrious country, not sure about the other one (American?) - but no matter,  they've still got attractive looks and the essential 'equipment'. My view is that if their looks might have faded a bit with age they've at least got that extra experience which will always show when it comes down to physical acts. I'd assume that both these guys have had a good lot of cock in their pasts, so I'd expect their acquired knowledge to show accordingly in their technique. I'd like to give both of them a 'go'.

Looks like all five are in early stages of 'stimulation........

.......with some at a more advanced stage than others. Wonder why their bodies have been glistened up - or is it sweat? - and why the headgear?