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Late night shopping in Box Hill Central can be a drag, but sometimes you can get lucky. It’s all in the eye contact! I was around 38 at the time, muscley, confident and fit. He was around 23 , 180 cms, slim, blonde. with striking green eyes. We eyed each other across the fruit aisle. Each with a smiling, fixed, stare.
I nodded, and flicked my head towards the exit. He nodded, and followed me out of the complex, and along several streets in the dark -- it was 9pm. We finally converged on a new building site, a mostly vacant block with newly dug foundations and a large trash skip tpwards the back of the block. We eagerly made our way towards the skip and dashed behind. Invisible from the road, we tore off our clothes and began to "snack" on each other.
I spun the blonde guy around and started to eat out his arse. He had really melon-shaped buns and a clean and sweet, hole. I feasted for around five minutes until I could no longer bear the ache in my cock. I fingered his hole for a minute. He moaned and said "Stick it in me -- mate!".
That ws enough for me. I leaned him over the skip and started top push my fat 8 incher into his willing arse. It only took around five minutes for both of us to blow our loads. We quickly hugged, redressed, and went our separate ways. I never even found out his name. But I will always remember the thrill of that conquest. You see, it’s all in the eyes --- lol
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