blond pussy boy

smoking is dangerous

+18, no minors depicted or allowed, all age restrictions apply

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Jack was my neighbor. He and his husband came from South Korea - they migrated over the past year for Leon’s job. They were newlyweds, being married only after they migrated, but had lived together in South Korea for a decade before that. They were school sweethearts, and their story seemed so sweet, so romantic and ever so slightly farfetched to little old disillusioned me. Leon worked a nine-to-five job while Jack worked from home. He was a referral technician, whatever that meant, for a Silicon Valley company, which only meant to me he’s a whiz with computers.

That was how we first became close, after I asked him to repair my laptop which had its screen frozen. When he saw my browser history his eyes twinkled: gay cheater, gay cheating husband, gay cuckold, gay cuckhold. “Um sorry, forgot to delete those.” I remarked inanely.

He just nodded and smiled. “No harm done. Your laptop, your life.”

Afterwards we became close, with over the fence chats and a few smoke dates. Leon didn’t smoke, Jake said, and hated the smell. He always smoked outdoors even when it was cold and Leon was away working, which he always was. He said he did it because Leon could always tell if he had been smoking inside.

I just thought that was such a petty thing to make rules out of. Just switch the air conditioning on or lit a candle or something.

Once I saw them making love at the couch of their bedroom. That was the first time I saw Leon too – he looked cute in an Asian, twink-esque way, nothing too intimidating. But what drew my eyes was the way Jack’s chest and delts had looked across the window frame, with sweat slightly glistening his pale skin. Leon had been on all fours and was out of the view at times, and from his moans and what I could see the cock embedded in Leon’s ass was apparently very thick. I caught once or twice Jack looking across the window into my house, as if daring me to look to their sex.

I loved that kind of confidence in a man.

Yesterday Jack was out smoking when it suddenly rained, the kind that got heavy all of a sudden. His clothes were sodden. I was home, and called out to him to get inside. The guy chose my door, so afraid he was of his husband smelling his smoking. He came in, apologizing profusely for making the hallway wet. “You better get out of those clothes if you don’t want to catch anything,” I said. When I turned back there he was, clad only in his gray boxers, the chest that I had admired at full display, his mighty bulge beckoning. He was smiling bashfully.

“Why don’t you warm me up?” Jack murmured, his wedding ring glistening in the low light.

The ring kept catching the light as I swallowed Jack’s cock, which had turned out to be as big as a beer bottle at full mast. It was difficult at first to stretch my mouth so widely at that huge column of flesh, but the dividends paid handsomely. He came first down my willing throat, a sweet-tasting load, before spending an hour eating out my ass.

“Fuck, white blond ass tastes so good.” He grunted against my asshole, his tongue slithering across my taint and balls. “So fucking good,” he kept murmuring to himself, as if to reassure himself that the ass that he was licking was not his husband’s. “My blond pussy.”

That first time he penetrated me I almost felt like a new virgin, and there was a moment I thought “Fuck, I broke it.” Well he almost did break my cunt, but he didn’t, and he had to muffle my screams as he kept pushing that warm thick slug up my asshole. When he bottomed out, I could feel his cock head against my boypussy button, his heart pounding a tattoo against my secret spot. Even he paused and took a breather, aware of the immensity of the moment. That was the most beautiful part of our coupling, that warm wet moment between the first thrust and the rest of the fucking.

Jack came up my asshole with his wedding ring in my mouth, slithered in his and my juices. Later as he recuperated beside me – smoking – he watched bemusedly as I licked my ass off his giant cock. He smiled as I scraped my teeth against the cleft of his piss slit, and laughed outright as I sucked on the head like a strawberry. “What now?” he asked, and I know he wasn’t asking about the sex.

“Well,” I tugged on his cock, “I’m not giving you up that easily.”

He smiled. “Neither am I.” I felt his cock twitch. His smoke gathered around us. “My blond pussy boy.”

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