Next thing I knew, I was naked, pressed up against the lockers, with the Italian stud on his knees, my 10 and a half inch cock in his mouth as he sucked on my fat man meat like a pro.
I moaned, rubbing my thick hairy nipples between my fingers, while the handsome hunk at my crotch teased my foreskin with his tongue, pushing it inside to lick the huge red mushroom head within.
The Italian then gripped my cock, before pulling my foreskin back and forth, his other hand rubbing my big hairy balls.
He then stood up grabbed the tip of his own cock, and pushed it inside mine, moving the foreskins back and forth, before stifling my moans with a deep kiss. He continued to move his hands back and forth over the two cocks, before pulling it out, pre cum spluttering out of the heads.
“I suppose a big man such as yourself prefers to be the top”
“Actually… I do both” I replied, to which the man gave a smile. “Depends the guy”
“Well…” said the guy, gripping his cock. “How do you like the look of this?”
His cock was about 7 inches, and just a bit thinner then mine, it had a long foreskin like mine did too. It was somewhat darker in colour then his rich caramel skin, with sizeable hairless balls. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal the red tip inside, glistening with pre-cum. All in all, it was a pretty damn good-looking cock, for a pretty hot looking guy.
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I turned around to face the lockers, placing my hands on the doors, pushing out my big hairy ass towards him.
“That answer your question for ya?” I said over my shoulder, with a teasing grin. He grinned back and knelt down, pulling my ass cheeks aside before burying his face into them, forcing his tongue into my sweaty manhole.
I closed my eyes, moaning a little to myself as I felt his wet tongue over my entrance. He licked away, pushing his face into my ass as much as he could, before pulling back out for air.
“Your pretty loose already my friend… you must have guests often”
“You could say that….” I replied, my cheek against the locker door. Somehow I knew Runt was hearing this, and finding it hilarious. The guy then stood up, ready to shove his cock into my waiting hole. I leaned forward more, pushing my ass out.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, the hunky Italian pushed his cock head in, which was swiftly followed by the rest with ease. I groaned, my sphincter clenching down on the invading member as it moved in and out of my anus.
He pumped away at my ass, grunting as his balls slapped into me with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he released his load inside of me. The sensation made me shoot my own load all over the locker door.
Panting, the guy pulled out of me, cum dribbling out my used hole. I turned to face the handsome stud, who was leaning against the hook rack on changing bench.
“Damn… you are one good fuck, Joel” he said between breaths. I scowled at this. Something wasn’t right.
“Wait a minute… I never told you my name,” I said sceptically. The guy suddenly went sheepish. Then it clicked, “Runt”
“Okay, okay…” said the guy, raising his hands. His skin began to lighten, as he reduced in height, two horns and a tail emerging. In seconds, Runt now stood where the Italian stud once was. “You caught me. Point one to you”
“You’re supposed to be at work!” I said folding my arms.
“I had a break” he shrugged. “C’mon it was fun wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that” I replied. I then noticed the time on my phone. “Shit… I’m late for work. Ill never get changed fast enough”
“Got you covered,” said Runt. With a snap of Runt’s fingers and a flash of red light, I was suddenly clothed.
I looked down at myself. I was now wearing a slightly shiny grey suit, with tight suit pants, brown leather belt and shoes, a black formal overcoat, and silver wristwatch.
Underneath, I had a tight fitting pale pink dress shirt, with matching pastel pink woven silk tie, done in a wide, perfect full Windsor knot. I even had my bag on, a coffee in my hand. Judging by the feel he’d also given my briefs back.
I looked in the mirror, opening my coat to look underneath.
“Nice going” I said, impressed with the ensemble. “But pink? Little gay don’t you think?”
“Well… you are” retorted Runt. “Besides, It looks great on you”
He had a point. It did look good.
“Okay… thanks for the suit” I nodded, before heading to the door.
“Thanks for the fuck” replied Runt, disappearing from view.
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