I entered Rt. 78, after journeying from Washington Rock Road, via Mountain Blvd, up the hill, which I only new as the 'steep hill', not worrying about what it was actually called. , after zipping down the long and winding road at speeds unmentionable. What a joyride, I can tell you! I could probably outdo any cop cruiser, but kept to the 35 mph speed limit, til I reached the turnoff for 78. I knew the cops didn't tolerate speeders along this drag of highway, but often saw some hot ones cruise by. Sometimes I wondered if it would be worth getting a speeding ticket? Nah. However, maybe I'd be getting my wish, as I saw the red lights flickering behind me. I pulled over on the shoulder of 78, right before the Berkeley Hts. turnoff.
Achieving Loft
Erotic Wrestling Match
We climbed onto the bed and knelt facing each other. On the count of three, Round 1 started. We grabbed hold of each other, our bare chests together, arms wrapping tightly around each others torso, and started pushing and shoving, each trying to push the other one over. I could feel his hot chest rubbing and heaving against my chest, his nipples against my chest, his breath on my neck, our thighs rubbing together. Soon, our groins touched, our cocks met through the cotton of our underpants, our pouches pressed together as we struggled to push each other over. I felt his cock poke me, it was hard as a rock now, poking against my thigh, then against my own cock. I was fully hard now too and our cocks banged and rubbed together through our briefs.
Holes And Whores
Slowly he pushed that huge prick into my mouth, I pulled my lips tight around it, while my hands went around his buttocks and pulled him closer and closer toward me. By this time I had got quite expert at giving men a blow-job and so I just relaxed my throat and let him in, but this time his prick was too big for me and I could feel it stretching the sides of my throat as he started to slide in and he wasn't fully inside yet. I brought one hand round to the front and grasped his balls, hoping to pull him back a bit, but the moment I grabbed hold of them his prick started to swell even more. What the fuck was I going to do, the thoughts going through my head were mainly of panic.
A Quiet Walk
I decided to go for a ride out in the car looking for some hot guys in there short shorts and no t-shirts I put on my tightest t-shirt and a small pair of shorts so I would look the part. I got in the car and headed out towards the local hot spot near the lake where all the wind surfers and stuff hag out and man do they hang out.
More or Less a Short Story about Submission
You slept very late after yesteday's hike, and now you walk to the showers, enjoying the mingled smells of balsam and fir, wood smoke and frying bacon. The building housing the showers is small. There are only two stalls and a reversible sign on the door for Men or Women. You knock on the door, getting no answer, you go in.
About A Boy
It starts out by him coming over to visit and then he finds my hidden stash. A dime bag of pot and now he wants some. So I let him smoke it all and on top of it I let him drink a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. When he is drunk, he is more likely to fall for my advances. First we would kiss and I would strip him naked. For ever piece of clothing that comes off, the more I suck and lick.
Sucking Cock in Mall Toilets
He then made me stand up, and sucked a bit on my nipple, then sucked my cock. It felt really good, seeing him go down on me. I didn't come but held back. Then he stopped, and made me sit back on the toilet, and pushed his cock into my face again. I pushed him forward a bit, so that when he comes, if any escapes my mouth it'll just fall on the floor, not my jeans. He then pushed me lower onto his balls, which I sucked as well for a little while, then went back to his cock.
Gay Orgy Night at Karaoke Bar
I am 5'11, although I'm usually taller because I put on shoes with a bit more height to them, and have blue eyes and short dirty blond hair which I highlighted with a silvery dye to give it an interesting look. I run and swim every day after class and therefore have a very firm body - thin waist, strong legs and arms, and tight ass. I like the way it looks and, as such, take every effort to ensure that it can be admired without the obstruction of unnecessary and unsightly body hair. I'm also 21 years old and in my last semester of school at a prestigious university (although damned if I'll share which one. Who knows: maybe you'll recognize yourself in one of my "published" works later?).
Tijuana Hotel
He'd been looking at me in the lobby bar for a while and we'd had snatches of conversation. He finished work at 2 pm, so I figured there was an opportunity for him to slip up to my room before he left the hotel. At one point he hid from the view of the other staff at the side of a large drinks cabinet and fondled his crotch.
The Caravan Man
He introduced himself as Nigel and went to work at once. He was about 42, not bad looking and very pleasant. He had a very old fashioned manner, calling me Sir in a respectful way. To get to the water heater he had to get down on the floor and stick his head into the bunk. The result of this was that his arse was stuck up in the air in a most provocative and sexy way. He was wearing old thin jeans and they showed what was a very cute arse to good effect. I couldn't help staring, of course he couldn't see. I am no spring chicken, well past my sell by date at 54 but I still have needs and urges, and he was having quite an effect on me, at least this view of him was.
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