I told him that my house was too messy, but that I would be happy to accompany him to his pad, he consented and so off we went.
Knock On The Door
Labor Day Cruising With Married Man
He pounded my ass with that big cock for at least twenty minutes (he sure had stamina for a guy in his sixties) then he started pounding even more while moaning and grunting like an animal in pure pleasure as he shot his jizz up my tortured man pussy. After he pulled out I jacked off as he watched me shoot my load all over my chest and my stomach at the same time feeling with my fingers the massive amount of his cum oozing out of my well-spent gaping hole. He smiled while watching me mix my own cum with his mixture of cum and my ass juice that I retrieved from my asshole as I spread it all over by chest. He quickly got dressed saying he had to get back home before his wife got off work. I envy his wife!
Larry At Park
My cock dripping with his saliva I kneeled before him at the bottom of the bed and began to start licking and sucking his cock head, as I said before it was 8.5 inches long and it was quite a feat for me to take it all into my mouth. I managed to get about 6 inches in before I gagged and was satisfied with working on that length until he told me, through moans, to try and take it all. I pushed myself down lower and buried his cock into my throat. My hands, unsure of themselves, just massaged his inner thighs or played with his huge balls.
Last Underground
Sam was remember the french-kissing with the girl and was horny to think about it. He thought, arrive at home would be the best moment for a small jerk before jump into bed. The guy was watching fo Sam, who not realize this in the moment. He just was dreaming about the girl and feel the beer into his body.
Layover In Amsterdam
Window shopping for women in Amsterdam is quite well known. In addition, for those of us who like the male scene, there are full service men's clubs. I watched some gay movies while waiting for the live show to start - my heart was racing and my cock was throbbing.
Learned From The Reader
One of the e-mails I'd gotten was from this guy who told me he could relate to the main character very well, then told me about him and the relationship he has with two of his friends. After I'd read it, i couldn't stop thinking about it.
Learning To Suck Cock At The Bookstore
The girlie magazines were in the back of the store, and while browsing, I discovered a "nudist" magazine. Excited by the prospect of full frontal nudity, I picked it up, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and flipped through the pages.
Less Stressed
He started to rub me down. It was terrific. Ben started with the small talk, and was amazed that I had never been naked with another male before. He just kept talking and massaging and very soon I was completely at ease with him. He started to move further down my back and then to my tight little bottom. I am a slim guy and people always comment on how cut my bum is. Ben Parted my legs slightly and then massaged each thigh in turn. He moved back to my bottom and cupped my balls. I came there and then. I told him "Ben , I just came" he asked "Do you think you can cum again?" "Yes" was my reply but still not sure what he meant. I was just stating a fact. Ben asked me to roll over onto my back.
Lift Fun
It starts to warm up quite rapidly as you can imagine and these two guys start talking amongst themselves, nodding and winking in some sort of code. I lean up against the side of the lift and notice that the other two have become somewhat closer to each other. One of them has his hand in his trouser pocket and I notice he's rubbing his crotch. I think he is doing this on purpose becausue as he is doing this he looks over to me and gives me the once over, studying my crotch for several seconds before resuming his conversation with his friend.
Little Big Man
I ain't going to boast and say I can remember every spunkup I ever had, every blowjob given or received, every assfuck. No, no point. I can't remember them all. Who can? But when I lay my old buddy flat in the palm of my hand and close my eyes, the memories come flooding back.... And, bless him, the old boy stirs and begs me to wrap my fingers round him, get him a little harder. Not rock hard like in the old days, but hard enough so I can stroke him. Not bad for 90 something, right?
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