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I gasped out loud as I watched Jake’s cock disappear into that walrus mustachioed mouth. It was the first time I had ever seen my buddy’s cock; even though we were both open about being gay it seemed taboo somehow to think about wanting to do it with my buddy or even trying to get to see his cock.
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We called him Mr Pepperoni. I remember his last name started with a P but we could never pronounce it properly, no matter how many times he tried to correct us. I think he was from Lampedusa, or it could have been Malta or somewhere else, but he had grown up in Australia so he had an Australian accent.
Mr Pepperoni was the most exotic creature I had ever seen in our isolated little town that stood like a pimple on the asshole of the dry and dusty plains. His skin was the color of honey, he was built like a brick shit-house, he had fur sprouting everywhere and he was married to the most stylishly chic French woman that anyone in our backwoods had ever seen. Most of the guys in town were crazy in lust with Marie-Claire but my best buddy, Jake, and I were far more drawn to Mr Pepperoni and that huge, uncut cock he had hanging between his furry thighs.
Mr Pepperoni was a mechanic by trade and owned the local auto repair shop but he hired three guys to do all the work and didn’t have to get his hands dirty. That left him plenty of time for his favorite hobby which was banging tight buttholes. We were his type: blond, skinny, lithe, smooth and horny. I had recently turned twenty one and Jake was twenty when we first met Mr Pepperoni. We had been over at the...