Under the sputtering streetlights and stretching shadows of the park, 7 men gathered around, their eyes crawling over each other’s bodies, then darting away in silence. The night was charged with desire, as each man opened up an unspoken sexual realm of pleasure that nobody had expected.
Browsing: jerk
He felt something else was being pressed: a finger. A light yet powerful pressure circled his cock, then started rapid-fire movements, as if it was an expert in the art of Type, Jerk & Cum. This was no amateur, as this finger knew just where and how to touch him. With each stroke, pleasure increased until he called out and happily succumbed to orgasm.
He was like liquid heat, surging through his veins as if driven by some invisible tide, and everywhere that warm, wet energy touched him it set his loins ablaze with red-hot desire. His body shook, his heart pounded, and as his hand found its way ever faster over his trembling, quivering manhood, dreams of forbidden lust and pleasure began to flood his mind. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the ecstatic bliss of his joyous jerking escapade with hot desire.
The day was perfect for a group jerk in the park. As I walked around, I felt the sun kissing my skin and the wind teasing my hair. There were at least five of us ready to go at it— each time, I’d take turns with the others to sleekly run my hands up and down our rigid shafts, each grip harder and more eager than the previous one. I savored every second till we all found ourselves building up to harsh throbs and screaming out in breathless pleasure.