I hooked thumb and fore-finger around the base of my pecker and gave it a hard squeeze. It bounced excitedly, the big slit in the tip filling with a drop of clear juice. The drop oozed slowly down into the trail of hair, drawn out into a fine string that glimmered in the sun. A couple of long slow pulls from base to crown and my navel was full. I dipped into the sticky wetness and started smearing it over the swollen knob on the end of my dick. The damned thing kept getting bigger and redder the more I worked it, tingling in a way that made my toes curl and my ball sac tighten.
Army Guy Jacking Off In The Barracks
Asking Nick If He Wants Go To For A Swim
I thought I'd have a heart attack (and I'm only 21) when I answered the phone to hear a voice I'd only heard across the internet. To go one better, he was in town for a few days, holed up in a hotel by the airport. Well, in our early conversations I'd told him about this finger of a beach that sticks out into the ocean far enough that you can see every star in the sky without humanity's ambient lights screwing it up. He'd wanted to see it then and it was looking like a really great night outside, so I drove over to the motel & picked him up.
At The Doctor's Chamber
I removed my pants and was hesitant and he asked me to remove the underwear too. By this time, I was having a boner but I just lay down. In that naked position, the doc again started checking my bp and then nodded his head as if perplexed. He then pressed my pelvis and asked me to cough. He then touched my balls and with both hands was rubbing them as if checking the size. I was really getting aroused and oozing little precum. He then asked me to turn over and he checked my hole.
Awaking And Breaking Out For First Time Sex
The funeral came and went in a whirl and I became depressed. As I sank deeper into depression I decided the only way to get out of it was by coming out as gay. So I invited my two step sons Mark and John over and then told them I was gay.
Bad Boy Dennis And Zak - The Start Of It All, Fucking On The Rock
After arranging to meet Luther and the rest of my mates in a local nightclub, I rushed to get ready. It was my eighteenth birthday so I figured I should celebrate it some way with my mates. I would have been just as happy staying in though, cause I'd just finished a long shift at the local co-op where I work part-time to get me through school.
Bad Connection
From my perspective, I already had everything that really mattered -- a bigger salary than I could possibly spend, and a job where I could not only wear t-shirts and ratty jeans to the office, but where I could keep my beard! Even though the computer industry in a lot of ways is more tolerant of face fur than a number of other businesses, "Creeping IBM-itis" has made a number of computer oriented companies go the Blue Suit Clone route. It was a relief to find a position at a company where over half the board of directors was bearded -- a couple of them extravagantly so.
Baker Beach
It sits at the base of the cliffs which make up both sides of the Golden Gate into which flows the waters of San Francisco, just to the west (that is, the ocean side) of the Golden Gate Bridge. Baker Beach is a strip of sand at least half a mile long, but never more than a hundred feet deep. One end is the family beach, easily accessible from a paved parking lot.
Band Teacher Plays Me
W wasnt to happy. He had warned me there would be consequnces -spanking or detention. I chose spanking. The band room was large with side sound proof rooms for individual practice. There was a storage room in the back that only Mr. W had a key too.
BD's Pupil
The reason I say that is that I have always been incredibly attracted to the fairer sex, while at the same time holding a fascination with the male cock. I've never been able to fully explain it, and until recently I had never known for sure what I would do if presented with the opportunity to explore the other side of my sexual appetite.
Beautiful Maintenance Man
He was always polite, charming, and even downright friendly to me. Some of his coworkers were openly rude or offensive because of my gay lifestyle. Men repressing deep desires for dick can be this way. Like most gay men, I accepted this behavior long ago. The beach boy maintenance man was never like his coworkers, though. He did not even seem to acknowledge my sexuality as an issue and, of course, this made me want his cock all the more. Liberal minded, charming, and physically perfect. I wanted him so badly I could taste it. There were nights when I could not sleep because his image would not leave my mind.
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