" she said. "Take off your pants." It was in order and one that I was happy to obey, although it was challenging to remove my blue jeans without loo...ing awkward. She was enjoying my discomfort and giggled. My boxer shorts look like a badly made tent the centre pole pushing up against the fabric. "You need to get out of those before you hurt yourself," she said, and I did - quickly. She was right. The way my cock was getting hard, harder than in recent memory, I would have hurt myself.She. He paused again, letting me adjust, until I finally stopped holding my breath and nodded, telling him: “That feels amazing!”“I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. Now, cum for me!”He began a slow rhythmic pumping, only moving his hand inside me a centimetre or two, but the pressure on my prostate was immense, and the feeling of being truly full so strange. The sensations coming from the stretching of my ring were almost as intense as if he was gripping my cock, though that lay abandoned on my. But, wonder of wonders, me and my buds were running aclose second because most of us were in costume, too, except for Kyle,who was in his regular sneaks, loose jeans and plaid shirt. Mickey wasenjoying his costume too much and started getting into his character. Hewould strum a riff off an imaginary guitar and stick his tongue out theway the real Gene Simmons would. But he was doing it too much, and was indanger of getting slapped or punched or something.Danielle wanted me to hang around her. Although he didn't know that the gorgeous woman behind him had jacked her mount off between her boots. Jake was not gelded, and his balls were full of a load of cum that needed to be emptied every bit as much as the prancing horse between Marion's clinging thighs.His prick was sticking up in front of him just like an extra horn on his big Western saddle. His erection was so firm that he could have roped a steer to it.Did he dare hope?He knew that older women found him attractive, and he knew.