I made my way over to the sofa, next to where he was sitting. He face was turned to his left, our eyes not yet meeting. I took my shoes off, then socks. Unbuckled my belt, and wiggled out of my jeans. My Calvins were wet in the front from my pre-cum; my dick was really hard. I pulled down my underwear - still no look or glance from the dude. I sat down, put my left leg over the sofa arm, leaned back, and started stroking. My eyes were fixed on his dick - cut, thick, and wet from his pre-cum. He slowly turned his head around toward me. His eyes were fixed on my dick. He slowly lifted his right leg off the floor, and put his sock-covered foot under my balls. Slowly he moved it around, his toes wiggling back and forth. All the time he didn't miss a beat as he continued to jerk.
Chat Line Man Sex Meetup
Rush Hour Cock
After skipping over a few cars, one caught my eyes. A cute little businessman in a gray Saab was tapping his fingers to whatever music he was listening to. He had short brown hair cut in the traditional conservative businessman style and parted on the left. He wore round tortoiseshell glasses and had a bushy mustache.
Hot Threeway With Hispanic Guy And Athletic Stud
Once upstairs, I shut the door, and we resumed our cocksucking. He started first, again on his knees in front of me. While he sucked my dick in his mouth, I felt his bulging biceps, which he flexed for me. After several relaxing minutes, I motioned for him to sit on the bed. I began to suck his cock buried in his bush. He lay back and enjoyed it. Then, we got in the 69 position, and he continued to lick my shaved ball sack. It got me going. I pushed his legs up in the air and darted my tongue across his sphincter. His hole was watertight, and I continued to think he might be new to all this. I poked my tongue directly at his tender hole, and he enjoyed the feel.
Hotel Construction Workers
When I let him in, I immediately begin licking the drops of sweat off his tits and then sucking the salty sweat from his moist armpits, which give off a strong, musky, manly smell, like he's been working hard. I start lickin my way down to his crotch where I bury my face. He undoes his jeans and they drop to the floor as I drop to my knees in front of him and start giving him head through the fabric of his jockstrap and grab 2 handfuls of his gorgeous ass. I slowly slide a finger up the crack of his ass and he moans as I press deeper into him. I then turn him around and then press my face into his hot sweaty butt.
An Interview
He was tall, and blonde hair, though thinning, and cobalt blue eyes that pierced my heart at the very first word, "Welcome to Stanford Mr. Kumar." Please call me Karan. I tried my hands not to sweat as much.
True Story About My Second Suck
I decided to sit on my bed and read and just see what happened. Guys were walking by and looking in. Many would stop and gaze at me. I am told I am good looking,am 6 ft tall 170 pounds and have a 7.5 inch cock. I guessed that the guys peering in were checking me out,but their facial expressions gave little away. Most however left if I did not continue eye contact. Most of htem were older,and I had not seen anyone I really liked. All of us were wearing only towels and you could see some guys had erections underneath.
Cum Contest
Brad had done some testing earlier with a measuring cup and water. He could hold almost two cups of water in his swollen mouth without spilling or swallowing any. He hoped to collect that much semen during this tournament. Doing some quick calculation, he figured the first cock would have three, maybe four more shots. And there were over 30 hard fat cocks to go. A delicious shudder ran through him, as he contemplated the barrage of semen to come. Winning this contest would go a long way towards fulfilling his dream of becoming a star in gay porn. He had read about it in one of the gay magazines, and had been enthralled from the very beginning.
Night In Receiving Center Prison Experience
He was 19 years old, looked like he was fourteen, maybe, and this was the first time he had been to prison. As soon as he realized I was willing to talk to him he became full of questions. I answered as best I could and tried to talk him into being relaxed. He had stretched out on his bunk and this put him right at my eye level with me standing on the floor. We talked. Boy did we talk. He held back nothing about himself and why he was in prison. When the lights went out he took off his jump suit and was laying there in his underwear. I had gotten undressed and was about to crawl into my bunk when he had another question, and another question, some of which were repeats. It was obvious he was afraid of being alone.
Grounded
Maybe next year if he put on more weight. Gotta get on one of the teams-- wrestling, soccer, anything to bulk up so I can take the blow-hard out nice and clean; no wrestling on the kitchen floor with mama screaming to stop or anything; just one clean Mike Tyson knock-out punch.
Alex's Restaurant
The torch singers began. The one in a white tuxedo, the other in a slinky silver lame skirt that looked odd, because of the tented bulge in front. Music blared from a karioke machine as they mimed the theme song from "guess who's cumming to dinner". Harvey slipped away while me and Andre held hands, honeymooning sweethearts, swooning with sentiment at the steamy ballad. The tuxedo fell off, and the dress came down as the duo gyrated to a sexy cockswordfight. Parry, thrust, parry, touche. Face to face, they performed the sexiest standing fuck, I'd ever seen. He climaxed inside his partner, perfectly, ending on the final major sixth of the song. One man already bowing, butt plugging the other, who curtsied, and withdrew gracefully, seasoned artistes.
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