Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 18:07:57 +0100 From: Rob Sheehan Subject: "Faisal" m/t oral mast w/s 4am dawn. Faisel drives his scooter into the courtyard and parks. Yawning the 18 year old parks the bike and quietly lets himself into the flat. He pulls off his crash helmet and drags his fingers through his dark hair. He slips into the bathroom and undoes his belt. His fingers slide under the waistband of his briefs and haul out his long warm cock. Sliding back the skin he points his stream of stale piss loudly into the bowl. Finishing, he releases the foreskin and walks out of the bathroom undressing himself further - his thick cock swinging lewdly in front of him. He tosses his shirt to the floor and pulls off his boots and socks. Kicking off his jeans he falls onto the unmade bed. His hand pushes the briefs down to his knees and then he uses his right foot to drag them free. His right hand grabs them and he crushes the warm stale cotton to his face inhaling the pissy cockstink. The musk fires his brain and his cock is thickening and climbing up across his hairy flat belly. He grips the demanding young penis and starts to stroke the skin back and forward over the slimy knobhead. He lolls his head down to the right side and inhales his armpit, while the air in the room fills with the odour of ripe spunk as he rubs his sex. His left hand pinches the nipples and then moves to finger the admirably fat tight young balls before he sniffs them for reassurance of his potency. After a minute or two of slow stroking the cock is full on and leaking spunk freely. The long foreskin is now slapping as it travels over the helmet. He takes the briefs in his right hand and uses them to wipe the sweat from under his balls - he then lifts the stinking cotton to my face and I am forced to breathe in his horny teen boy sex stink. 'Morning matey' quietly in his dark street boy voice. 'I'm having a great wank here. There's a big wet breakfast for you if you want it... Go on touch my bollocks mate feel how full they are.' I reach out half conscious and stroke up his long smooth loins until my fingers touch the jerking hairy young pouch. His balls are really tight. The sack has almost pulled them back into his body. Almost whispering his hot breath in my ear. 'I ain't shot for three days - d'you fancy a gobful of my babies?' Replies are redundant he is now kneeling over me his sweaty musky fingers trailing the stale pants across my face, he lowers his balls onto my mouth and my tongue reaches out to warmly salve them. He is brilliantly sweaty and I lift my head to reach into his sweet hairy arsehole. His rhythm has picked up and he is getting close to release. I nip on his balls lightly with my teeth and my forefinger finds his moist sphincter, he grabs me by the hair and pulls up my head. 'Go on dickmouth, suck it off for me I've got such a fucking wad of cum for you' He steers the long veiny dick into my mouth and I helplessly lock onto the helmet swiping up the foreskin slime with my tongue. Gasping for air as the cock slides further into my throat my head fills with his crutch odour and I can feel my dick start to spasm with involuntary release in my boxers. My face flushes with my orgasm, and he looks down at my squirting cock. He grins at me in mock disgust. 'You dirty cunt - you're fucking spunking off ain't ya? My big smelly cock's made you shoot hasn't it?' I grasp the hot root of his thick young cock and pull the foreskin right back so that the stringy under-helmet is taut and I lick it hard as I sense his muscular contractions. I force my throat down over the fat helmet and breathe in his pissy stale dark bush. He thrusts forward clenching his young arse on my finger and dumps three days spunk into the back of my throat - seven distinct squirts of his fresh, warm, slimy cum before he takes the dribbling dick in his hand and smacks it playfully around my face. He smears the slime over my lips, up my nostrils and across my cheeks. I swallow the sperm savouring its texture and flavour on my tongue. I piss myself with pleasure as I happily imagine drowning in this beautiful arab lad's sperm. Throwing back his head and letting his body relax he laughs at me. I stare into the foreskin as he releases a stinging hot stream of young piss over my head. I take the cock and hose myself with this delightful boy.