"I think yours has a big head on it like mine," I said. Both of us had big bulges in our foreskins, and the outlines were clearly visible through the thick hoods. This gave them a heavy-ended look, and both our cock swung as we moved.
Gay Bath House Evening
Achieving Loft
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.
Gay Interracial Sex At The Park
As I went to leave the building, I was stopped by the security guard, a very smart young man (I like men in uniform!) [I like men full stop!]. I thought he was going to be unpleasant, but instead he said in his Mexican accent `I could not help overhearing, just round the corner is a small park where they sell snacks at a reasonable price.' I thanked him and returned to the reception desk and asked for the phone number to put in my cellphone, then gave the receptionist my cellphone number so she could call me if my passenger got out of his meeting early.
At The Concert
Half way through the first half of the concert I noticed that there was to be a section of Nepalese music with traditional Nepalese dancing. Imagine my surprise when eight of the `fearless soldiers' that I had seen at the beginning of the concert suddenly appeared barefoot and in traditional Nepalese costume dancing with one another. It was immediately pretty obvious that one of their number was not one of the regular dancers as he kept making mistakes, but after looking at the delightful smile on his face I felt that I could forgive him anything. He was in his early twenties, short in stature as most Nepalese are, with jet black hair, a really beautiful smile, very slim build, even bordering on skinny, and very, very light on his feet.
Chat Meeting
"Me too," he replied, and began rolling mine between thumb and index finger. I cupped his balls gently, and felt the erotic tickle as his fingers began playing with the hairs on my sac. We watched our cock-heads swell inside their hoods with the handling, and within a few seconds our pricks were at full attention. We avidly studied each other's pricks. He saw that mine was six inches hard, the big bulging head still covered by its hood. As he held it up, he pulled my sheath back slightly to expose the front of the dome, parted by a teardrop shaped orifice. His hood had begun to peel back by itself, and I saw his slit, lips already parted by a clear drop.
Cumming And Going
About three years later I met up with Patrick. He was gay but I didn't care. He was a bear of a guy into pretty much anything. First time I met him, we talked for a while, then he slowly started stripping me. As soon as he pulled my underear, my cock sprang up. Of course he was kissing my neck and rubbing me. I laid on the couch, spread my legs and he went at it, licking and kissing, and sucking me, while finger fucking me with 1 then 2 fingers. I was in heaven. Then he pulled me lower on the couch and dove into my ass, tounging me, licking my hole, sticking it in and slurping all over. Soon I was orgasming and he swallowed every last bit of my cum. After he was done, he jacked me off until I came again, which he swallowed.
Boys' Night Out
Bill was quiet for a full minute. " I have a confession to make, too. After the baby, Ruth has all but cut me off...I've finally got tired of beating my woody and worked out something that is safe and fun and gets me off 3 or 4 times a week...takes the edge off and when she does let me have a bit of a fuck, I don't blow my load before I get it half buried into her pussy."
Cruise Ship Fascination
As I got to the spa, checked in and got a locker, took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around me I noticed that he was there. Sitting in the window sill at the end of the hall by the steam room was this fine dark specimen of manhood. I would guess that he was about 5'8", slim but muscular build and very nice looking. I walked by without any notice and went into the steam room. I sat down still wrapped in my towel and tried to relax. I couldn't help but wonder if he indeed was there because I was. My questions were soon answered as he came in, sat down, unwrapped his towel and revealed a great body and cock. He sat to my right, pulled is right foot up on the bench and folded his left leg Indiana style. His cock was lying on his left thigh and was about 5 inches soft. Very nice.
Every Tuesday
He asked if I wanted to see his cock and I said yes. so he started to undo his pants when he stopped and ask me to drop mine too. Then he plugged more money in the machine as I undid my pants and he grabbed my dick with one hand and hand with his other, grabbed my hand and guided it too his cock. I grabbed it and it felt great, so I did what I did with mine and he did the same. We were jacking each other off and he was all over my ass with his hands. I let out a groan and he smiled at me, then moved me over the chair so would trip on my pants around my ankles. He sat me down and caressed my face, the moved his cock toward my mouth, I hesitated but he said I would like it and should try it.
Amazing Shopping Trip
It didn't hurt that the store, and its erotic goods and displays, had every customer, including me, a little more stimulated than usual. He stared from across the store, where he was standing in front of the men's section, a crotch mannequin with a black leather bikini just over his shoulder. The mannequin's bulging sack was not meant as a passive display.
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