Kits Adventures in the North

He laughed loudly and swung his arms around my shoulders and brought me in close, his mouth clamping around mine. It was now I realised how much bigger he was than me, sounds stupid, but the height difference was already about a foot, but the actual bulk of him, I felt like a little girl. A good feeling.

As his lips came over mine, my tongue instantly searched for his and found it. His hands moved from my shoulders to my breasts, my fake breasts, and at this point I was swearing in my head.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's going to find out..."

His massive hand squeezed my right boob and I felt his tongue falter, his lips went a little slack. But curiously only for a moment. His hand then left my chest and brushed down my navel until it rested just above my cock.
I had a funny image in my head at that point of my frightened little dick trying to hide. His hand moved down, his tongue still caressing mine and his other hand running down my back. Finally, both resting on their intended targets, his left on the verge of my ass, and his right cupped over my cock and balls.

His kiss broke off, his eyes looking into mine and his right hand squeezing a little. A smile appeared, one that I returned, relieved. But that wasn't all he'd get for being a nice guy. I shook off his hands and got off the bench, onto my knees on the soft, cold grass. I reached my hands up to his chest, pushing him back a little, and feeling his body. He was very muscular, as my touch slid down to the tops of his thighs, the tips of my fingernails scraping across his belt before they met in the center and began to loosen the buckle.

Pop, the button of his jeans was undone.

Zip, the loosened zip creating a crevice on those pesky jeans.
In my face went, searching for the thing I wanted. He pulled his jeans down a little, as he sat back, being a good boy and staying where I left him. My mouth sucking like a vaccum cleaner over his black underpants.
My lips finding the rather sizable bulge and my teeth starting to scrape over the thin cotton seperating me from my prize.
He wasn't patient, like me, his breathing had become very fast. He wanted a warm home for his cock. I was very eager to oblige. My hands pulled at the elastic waist of the pants and tucked it under the massive fleshy sack that was his balls. There it was. Holy fuck.