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Little Buddy Jimmy

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Aug 2003 1 comments
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by Al Host Jimmy's just a little guy, about 5 feet tall and really hairy. I'll never forget the first time I met him. It was at work and he came up to me to shake my hand. I took his hand and he tickled my palm by curling his finger inward. This was a bold act were we work but I guess he knew I was one of the guys that didn't care.In case you didn't know, doing the finger thing while shaking hands means you're sexually interested. We went out to his vehicle to sit on our break and he had a roll of paper towels in the front seat. He giggled and said that was for masterbating. Later, he told me that he doesn't wear underware because he sweats.I was a little nervous at first the way he was so open about his sexual attitude. He even told me one day that he only had a short cock. I'm getting more comftorable around him and have started to fantasize about getting together with him. I now joke openly with him about the caloses on my right palm. One day he suggested that we go fishing and have some quality buddy time. I was a little nervous but said yes. We got to his favorite fishing hole and set up camp and put the boat in and started fishing. He wore shorts and sure enough, he wore no underware. His "bait" was hanging out of his pant leg. He cought me looking and giggled and winked at me, then looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and winked again. After a long day of fishing we headed back in. I had been in bad need of a pee for some time so I walked down the path to the park facilities. I entered the facilities and the door slammed shut behind me and then opened and slammed again. It was Jimmy. He said he had to go too bad to wait and came around me with his hard-on in hand. He was checking me out and I was doing the same to him. He asked me if I had ever touched another guys hard-on and I told him that a couple times in college I had been involved in mutual masterbation. He said that he had never done such a thing despite the way he talks and acts at work. We're still standing there trying to pee, as you know, it's hard to pee with a hard on. The next thing I know, he reached over and wrapped his fist around my cock and started to massage my foreskin up and down the shaft and playing with my balls. I have 6" cut, I was blessed to have enough skin left over to pay with. My knees buckled and I almost fell into the sewer. It might have been his first time with another guy but he sure knew what he was doing. After he jerked me off I jerked him off. I lubed up his dick with my spent cum and started to stroke his rod. Just then there was a knock at the door and we had to temporarily cease our play time.We decided to go back to the tent to crawl into our sleeping bags. He must have been planning on this outing for a while. He "forgot" to pack a second sleeping bag and the one he did bring was a two person bag. Before we crawled in, he reminded me that he doesnt wear underware. I told him that was fine as long as I could crawl in naked too ... of course he said yes. He crawled on top of me and started rubbing cock to cock and jacking both our cocks together while his balls were bouncing up and down on my balls. I love that ball action, it got me off for the second time that day. I sprayed all over both our hairy chests and that was enough to put him over the edge as he squirt all over my chest and then layed down and rubbed our slimey cocks, balls and chests together mingling our cum together. After it got dark, we ran down to the lake naked and skinny dipped. We washed each other's bodies and embraced and kissed. The next morning we had to head back so we could make it back in time for work, but, not before I jacked him off in payment for the earlier pleasure in the camp facilities. After we got back, he had his wife make us lunch. We played footsie under the table while his wife was close by, not even aware of what was going on. Next time, we're going to go to his hunting cabin ...