I took a bottle of poppers out of my pocket and looked at him to see if he wanted some. He nodded assent and I put the opened bottle up to one nostril as I pressed the other gently closed. He inhaled, his eyes half shut. I switched nostrils and he inhaled again. I looked at him as I drew deeply from the bottle myself and he looked back at me, giving me just the barest hint of a smile, mostly in his eyes. Nothing cocky or nervous about it, just a recognition that we were two guys with compatible desires. He wanted a blow job; I wanted to suck dick. That's why we were there at the International Stud that free market in cocks and mouths how we had come together for this brief second of our separate lives.
Backroom
Trucker Fucks me at The Movie Theater
I was driving down the Federal Highway when I passed the mall and saw the foreign movie theater had a Japanese picture that I wanted to see. I knew I could never see it at night. Susan, my fiance, hated foreign films. She said the subtitles gave her a headache.
Explanation Of Oral Service To Men
I just love making a man cum by bringing him to sexual orgasm. I love the control over him that pleasuring his body represents. A lot of men think that they are in control of a man who's giving them oral service, but in my view the truth is quite the opposite. It's the receiver of semen who is in control. He is a most needed one for the man being pleasured. This has been evidenced to me by how occasionally a man i'm pleasuring becomes irritated by an interruption during the building up toward his climax. An unexepected pause, a mistaken move, etc., can make for an uncomfortable moment in the countenance of the man being sucked to completion. He so needs me...so depends on my continuing a loving craft upon his testicles and penis....and the general intimate treatment of his body.
Beachside Fun
After being hypnotized by the waves crashing and crashing, I hardly noticed the man climbing the rock underneath me. He must have been baked too because he didn't seem to notice me either. He turned around and sat down just short of the top of the rock. He was about 6'2" with a medium build; dark, shaggy hair and goatee. He just sat there looking at the waves looking serene, satisfied, and comfortable. "I am looking for a man like this." Kept running through my mind; I couldn't control it. I imagined myself jumping down there and sitting closely behind him, running my fingers through his hair and pulling it back as I smell it and kiss his neck, grinding my raging hard on against his back.
Need A Lift?
He got in and sat down in the front seat. I couldn't help but glace at his package. Damn! Either he was hard, or the boy was packin' some serious man-meat in those suggestively tight jeans. I decided to ask this Adonis where he was headed,
Gay Fuck at Night in the Park
He got back on his back as I pulled his pants and underwear off. I took his cock in my hand and gently caressed it as he begged me to suck it. I stroked his balls as I moved my lips to his waiting cock. I started by swirling my tongue on his foreskin giving it little nibbles. I pushed it back with my teeth and tongue fucked his little pee hole. I sucked on his big head tasting precum as I slowly worked down his shaft. I pushed his legs on my shoulders so I had access to his ass. I stopped sucking him and moved my tongue to his sweet little ass hole. I licked the edges of it and then slid it in. I was tongue fucking his ass and jacking him off and he was screaming with pleasure. I could tell he was going to cum very soon so I went back to his 6 inches of cock.
Different Evening of Hard Cocks and Nipples
He soon emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He followed my lead and grabbed a blanket off the other bed and wrapped it around himself. We sat there sipping and talking for quite a while until we both began to loose the chill from the cold, wet day. Talk turned to our wives and then women in general. We talked about some of the wild women we had known in college and then, as often happens when men are drinking, to some of our sexual exploits. I was beginning to feel the booze now and I was also starting to warm up.
Getting Piss Splatter All Over
Jake's own orgasm sent him into the astral plane. Plunging that beautiful round butt was an amazing feeling. He came back to earth just in time to see the bear come all over the cub's hair and fuzzy beard. The cub stood up slowly, smiling, with one hell of a hard-on. The cub and the bear spoke some soft words between them, and the cub smiled bigger. The cub went into the tub and laid down. The biker stripped off his condom; great, this didn't have to end now. The bear positioned himself at the head of the bathtub; Jake positioned himself to his left. The watching men behind him encircled the tub; the edge of the tub was like a flesh tube convention. There were dicks of all colors, sizes and shapes descending into the top edge of the bathtub.
Incredible Blowjob
He had the TV on and made me an iced tea. We talked nervously for a little while, but I could see a growing bulge in the front of his slacks, and I imagine he could see the same in my jeans. After some agonizing small talk he asked if I wanted to go sit in the apartment's hot tub with him. I told him I didn't bring a swimsuit, but he said that was no problem, he had an extra. I went into the bedroom to change but left the door open. By this time I was stiff as a flagpole and could hardly get my jeans off. I could see him on the couch down the hall, watching me change, so I made sure he could see the whole package. I also noticed the biggest jar of Vaseline I'd ever seen on his dresser top. This is looking promising, I thought.
Gay Cruising Time
I casually stroll up to the passenger's side and look into the window that's already rolled down. There's a street light overhead, so I can see in the cab of the truck. He's a Hispanic looking guy with black wavy hair and dark skin. He's kind of lean looking, not too old. Probably in his mid thirties. His left hand is on the steering wheel. I can see the wedding ring on his third finger. He's got his right hand on his thigh, but he's not touching his crotch. He looks me straight in the face and asks, with a slight Hispanic accent, "How's it going, man?" "Fine," I reply. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" He asks. "Nah, I'm not going anywhere in particular," I respond, "just walking."
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