What a sight, about 8" of hard uncut cock stood before me. "Whoa, man, that's fuckin awesome," I told him as I dropped down to my knees and instinctively grabbed its base and started to nibble at the tip. I'd never seen an uncut cock before, and I was fascinated with Adam's. I tugged on the shaft, and rolled the skin back from his cockhead, and bathed it with my spit and tongue. He moaned, and massaged my shoulders while I went down on him as far as I could. I liked playing with that extra fold of skin and sucked up and down as much as I could while kneeding his balls with my one hand and his ass with my other hand.
Away Game
Chuck My Little Fuck
After I was naked I grabbed Chuck and pulled him close to me at which he resisted. But being extremely strong and built Chuck had NO chance of getting away. He started to ask what I was doing. With my cock growing hard Chuck really tried to pull away, but I grabbed him and threw him down on the bed and told him not to scream. I could tell he was really scared. With him on his belly I started to remove his clothes (all the while my 6.5 thick cock was growing thicker). I got down to his underwear and he was wearing boxers (an exteme turn on to me). I started to massge his back but I could tell he was really intense with fear.
All It Takes Is Some Piss
"What you do in bed - or wherever you choose to have sex - is relevant. Not because it makes you any less of a man if you do it with other men, or if you give head or take it up the ass, but because it's part and parcel of this caring business. If sex to you means simply stuffing your penis inside some mouth, pussy or asshole, you probably don't care. But if you're willing to give yourself to the other person, then you do. And then it doesn't matter much what practices you're into. Hell, Greg is more of a man than you!"
Double Dribble Fuck
Obviously, if I actually wanted to stop, I would have by now. Or maybe I did want to. At this point I'd lost so much respect for myself that I just didn't have the stones left to do it. Whatever. You never understand this shit when you're in it. I didn't, anyway.
My Co-worker Gustavo
He pulled us together tightly and let one of his hands slip down my pants to find my ever hardening member, as he gave it a squeeze I couldn't help but slide my hand down his back to his perfectly round bubble butt... it was the greatest ass I've ever seen or felt. he ran his hand up my shirt and pulled it up over my head then kissed me again hard this time, as he backed me up against a wall (he seems to like doing that..) his kisses got softer as he began to work his way down my chest pausing briefly at my nipples as he worked his way down I could feel his Hands working on my belt then he quickly and swiftly pulled my pants and boxers to my ankles.
A Cappella
My roommate was giving me such strange looks as I verged on standing straight up. I looked like a child who needs to go to the bathroom. My solid cock pressed against my already too-tight jeans and my attempts to hold it down with the hand in my pocket were futile. My face twisted in pain and yearning. My jaw tensed with repression as I held back my urge to rush the stage and see if my dick could find what it was in this man's throat to make every sound from it so flawless. Physically I could not orgasm, but my mind, my hormones, and every urge was repeatedly stroked, squeezed and consumed by this man's voice, and they erupted as his song reached a climax as great as any ejaculation I had ever experienced.
Love Between Jeff and Peter
In a matter of seconds Jeff came to a curve and a red light. "Fuck it," Jeff thought as he sped through it. It was 1:30AM, the area was deserted, and no one was going to stop Jeff now. Jeff was on a roll. Within moments he rolled up to Denton Hall, where Peter lived, and parked directly in front. Denton was a red brick building, about 9 stories tall, situated next to a large open parking lot with many tall lamp posts at even intervals. It was a cold and damp night. There was a moist fog in the air, and the bright flood lights from the parking lot cast eerie shadows and streaks of light through the wet air. The moist air mingled with Jeff's cold sweat and formed a sweet acrid smell, which excited Jeff.
Self Realization
Though he had seen it many times, he was still mesmerized by the beauty of the location, the unobstructed view from the porch of the wide valley filled with trees and meadows, the sounds in the quiet, the forest filling his senses. His ears heard the birds' evening calls and the wind rustling through the pines. Even the intruding pop of the nail gun at the new cabin down the mountainside was muffled to a great extent by the dense shrubs, evergreens, and aspens that predominated in this environment.
Glenn View
December in the southern Chicago suburbs could get on your nerves: You go out in the morning wearing your heaviest coat and gloves, scrape the quarter inch of ice from your windshield, and numbly fumble with the cold plastics of your car. If you're lucky, by the time you're halfway to work, you can take off your gloves and hold the steering wheel with bare fingers an no fear of frostbite. By one that afternoon, you can go outside in a shirt and sweater and baste yourself in the crispest, most welcome sun. On the ride home, you may be fighting the frost again, hoping that the months-old rock chip in the windshield doesn't spread from the contradictory temperatures.
Finally Taking Care Of Gay Business
After about 3 or 4 minutes he moved down to my chest and started massaging my chest. He did that for another 3 or 4 minutes and then he grabbed my chin, raised my head up and kissed me. It was wonderful. I turned the chair around and wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him in closer to me as our tongues explored each other's mouths. We broke our kiss and he started rubbing my crotch while I licked his lips and stuck my hands down the back of his boxers and started massaging his ass. We were both so hot for each other I couldn't believe it.
Become a Patreon to help us grow the site
Post Your Stories on Taletopia