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Silver Haired J/O

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Jul 1999 1 comments
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by AtlGuy A few weeks ago I was out with some friends at the local club dancing, drinking and cruising. It was a typical night, not unlike any other Saturday night in my small North Carolina town. I was horny as usual, and the more I drank, the better looking the men became. The July night was hot and so was I. I'm usually not that aggressive when it comes to cruising. I like to check out the men from a distance, spot one I like, make eye contact, then try and win him over with a smile. Of course, it helps to be a 6'2", 25 year old man who spends way too much time in the gym... If the smile doesn't get them, then opening up a few buttons on my shirt to expose the sun bleached blond hair on my chest almost always does. After an hour or so of chatting it up with many available men, for some reason I was still there at the bar, and not at home with one of them sucking a nice fat cock or a blowing a load of cum with any of them. I thought I had gotten close to leaving with someone several times, and even given out my number to a few, but still no luck. Maybe this wasn't my night. After one more beer I called it a night and went home. About a week later I was having a quiet evening at home. Not that I wanted to be having a quiet evening alone, but my luck had still not improved. Remember, this is a small town. Then the phone rang breaking the silence. On the other end was a voice I did not recognize. A voice so smooth, so deep, and with the easiest southern drawl that when he asked if I remembered who he was I could hardly respond. "Sorry, I can't seem to remember your name." I told him, hoping my voice would not crack, I was feeling flushed, and my mouth had gone dry. "This is Frank, " he said, "You gave me your number the other night." I still did not remember. I must have had way too much to drink before I left the bar. I played along with it for awhile, hoping not to blow it with the voice on the other end of the line that was making my dick hard just listening to him speak. "I was hoping we could get together and do something sometime." he said. "Sure! You just name when and where and I'll be there." "How about Sunday, at the Masters Inn on Independence. Say around 8:00? "It's a date!" And with that my dry spell was going to be broken! I was so excited I could hardly sleep the nights leading up to our meeting. But who was this guy? I searched my memory of the past weekend, but could only draw a blank. The suspense was killing me. I hoped he looked as good as he sounded. So the night had come. I picked up a twelve pack of beer and arrived at the hotel exactly on time. I was so nervous I could hardly walk for my knees being weak. I went up to the room number he had given me and knocked on the door. Finally, the moment had arrived! I knocked. The door knob turned. Slowly it opened. I peered around the door to see the man who I hoped to be fooling around with in a few minutes. I looked, but nothing. I was startled. I looked across the room to the mirror on the other wall and there he was, his reflection behind the door just out of site. What was up? Was he some kind of nut? "Come in." He said, and I did. I walked in and turned around to get a good look at him. He was wearing a silver wig! My eyes moved up and down his stocky frame checking him out. In addition to the wig, he had on a g-string, fish net hose and spiked heals! But the wig! It was fantastic! It was made of silver aluminum strips, like tinsel from a Christmas tree, and hung down to his broad shoulders. It looked like something form a crazy disco movie or something. But let me tell you, the rest of him was just as good as I had hoped it would be. He stood about my height, with a chest lightly covered with downy dark brown hair. His legs and arms were full and muscular. His eyes were dark brown and piercing. I tell you... before me stood a God in a silver wig. I went in and we had a few beers to loosen up. He sat on the bed and I sat in a chair near him. He told me that he thought that I looked like a nice guy that night and he thought we could have some fun together. I was in complete agreement! He told me that he really got into jacking off and asked me if I would like to join him. I didn't know what to say exactly. I was really hoping to get into some serious sucking or something, but if he want's to jerk off, I'll go for that. Slowly, he pulled down his g-string. My heart was racing. I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. This was like being teased by a stripper! He inched down his g-string, slowly exposing the first taste of what was to come. I could now see the dark brown pubes that connected the happy trail from his belly button to his dick. What a master of ceremony this man was! My dick was so hard now I thought I would cum in my jeans! I sat there and watched, not wanting to miss a thing. Still further down went the G... More of that luscious hair that surrounded his cock, full and dark. His chest heaved with heavy breathing, now in unison with my own panting. His nipples were hard and round. He now lifted his beautiful ass off the bed to finish getting naked. There it is! Such a cock as I had never seen before, and have never seen again! It sprang from it's bindings fully hard. Now free, his cock sprang to a length of at least 8 inches, and so thick... Fantastic! The end of his cock was already glistening with the shine of cum leaking from the end of the cut mushroom head. His piss slit was flaring as if he were about to get off now, without even having touched his dick yet. This was his show, and he knew it. He laid back on the bed and began to stroke. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. Teasing the head of his leaking dick with his thumb, he spread the precum around and used it as lube, coating his whole dick with it. With his free hand he rubbed his chest and nipples. He never missed a stroke, slowly up, then down the length of his cock, stopping only to once again tease the head with his thumb. He massaged the sensitive spot under his cockhead with his fingers, rubbing in tight circles. The expression on his face was pure ecstasy. I was so overwhelmed by the show that I had not yet freed my begging dick. "Join me?" He spoke in a breathless moan. I could have never hoped to top what I had just seen, and it was all I could do to take off my pants and shirt and start stroking my own dick. We existed in our own worlds, stroking our cocks, but now getting off on each others pleasure. He watched as I pumped my dick, feeding off each others pleasure. God I love my dick. And how he loved his dick. We stroked for what seemed like and hour before the tension finally broke. Frank's face now flush with emotion and ecstasy, he raised his legs up over his head. His powerful legs bent at the knees and his back arched, he aimed his dick straight at his mouth and moaned with pleasure. He stroked his cock for all it was worth and shot off. Thick white ropes of his golden sperm landed on his face and in his open mouth. He came and came, sending a river of hot liquid pleasure running down his neck and onto the sheets. I could smell the musky scent of fresh cum from my vantage point. That was all I could take before I sent my own load flying for my chest. I stroked my dick, milking the last drops of semen from the tip of my cock. Frank and I jerked off two or three more times that night. We pounded our dicks until we shot only blanks, then jerked off some more. We became regular j/o buddies after that, each encounter as mush fun and the last. I've since moved away, and have lost touch with him. I have never enjoyed so much pleasure with another man in my life. Maybe one day we'll hook up again. I can't wait!