“Can you just fucking finish?” he said. I didn't reply and sat on the driver seat. He just stood there, hands on the roof of the car, trackies round his ankles. "Get in" I repeated looking at him through the window of the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition, looking again through the passenger window at his horse dick completely sheathed head, all of which stood proudly and very stiffly from a gnarled bush of brown, auburn pubes, which led down and coated his balls in finer, but blowjob still clearly noticeable hairs. It was like looking at a Picasso, my own cock twitched at that sight. I calmly lowered the window, reached across, and grabbed him by the balls, yanking them down for effect as I shouted, "get in the fucking car. Now, pisshead." He was probably used to this language with his uneducated mates, but it was unusual for me to lower myself at this level. gay But I think that was the best way to communicate with him, even though he didn't budge, he seemed more reasonable. “Oh cmon mate finish me wank” he whined. He went to move back, but once he realised I had no intention of letting go of his nuts, he reacted by lunging at me and grabbing my head with both hands and pushing it against his crotch. “Fuck you...suck public 'me nuts dickead!” he Hardcore said. Unfortunately, he didn't have to tell me twice, I was eyeing those gorgeous hanging balls for several minutes now, drooling at the chance to taste them, but didn't have the balls to ask. So I took the chance he gave me, Ijust opened my mouth and suckled on his outdoors unwashed adolescent nuts for a couple of minutes, tonguing the sacks and raking my teeth over the flesh, taking deep lungfuls of the boy's testosterone-laden scent, infused with the same deodorant adorning his upper body, whilst hoovering up the sharp tasting, acrid sweat that spiced his dank shaggy nuts with flavour. My cock was exploding, I never felt so horny in my fucking life. He stood there whilst enjoying a middle aged man sucking his teen sperm makers “Yeah suck'em, nasty old man...” he said. I loved his sweaty ballsack in my mouth but I was too unconformable doing stuff in my car, and it was getting really cold. I needed a proper place, so with all my strength I pulled away and said to him, “Dale, listen mate, we can't do it in here. Get in, let's go to a nice place”. “Nice place? Where?” he said bending over the window and showing his cute face. “A nice place, warm and confy...with food and beer” I added. She wanted to see the combined impression the new clothes would make as soon as possible. “You are anything but plain or old. Her entire form dimmed to a husk of flaking embers; her skin that of dwindling, blue coals, her hair not but wisps of smoke. “Spread em’ baby.” I think I should punish you,” and started to outdoors unbutton her dress top down. “Next time I will strip you naked before we start,” I promised. The unavailability of road signs only gay made matter worse. I walked over to the closet light headed. You have no blowjob idea how many times I have masturbated thinking of you.” I stared out at the crowd, half-blinded by the public lights shining down at us. “Angela,” I sighed, “get the fuck out of my room.” She pushed up until she was half way Hardcore sitting on my lap and rolled her hips, causing her sex to slip and slide on the shaft in her. "You're so gay." Come (she used air quotes, thinking she was being funny) on, let's go back to my place and clean you up a bit." I have a surprise for you,” she said.