If I had to use a word to describe our sex life it would be AWESOME. Chris is so great in bed. The way he kisses me drives me wild. I love the way it feels when he sucks on my neck with the stubble rubbing against it. It absolutely drive me wild. The way it feels when our bodies grind together is heavenly. Sometimes when we are humping against each other I will put my hand between both of our super hard abs. The feeling of that lone will make me cum many times. Not that Chris can't do the job himself. Every part of me is given attention by him and I make sure I show him the same consideration. He can suck a dick like no one else and I have learned to do the same for him.
Air Force Studs Sucking and Fucking the 9 Inch Monster
Larry's Penis In My Hand
"I'm glad to be free," Larry said. "Despite all the shit you hear on these TV psych-doctor shows, divorce wasn't a trauma for me. It was a release from the hell my marriage had become." I understood exactly what he meant because I felt the same way.
The Hot Sexy Chinese Guy Timmy
His family then moved away. To Scotland. Sometimes I'd think of him as I masturbated in the shower. Wondering what he'd be like now. As the milky spunk would fall in the basin, to be washed away by the falling water, I'd always regret I would never be able to take my lust further. He'd be straight anyway. With his fascination of weapons and a growing interest in girls.
Mutual Oral with Married Man
Almost 40 years ago, we were very innocent and the expression "safe sex" was unknown. Sex between Maryann and myself had never been as enjoyable as I thought it should be, mainly because of lousy foreplay. I didn't like the way she handled my cock, stripping the foreskin back and rubbing it hard on the sensitive tip with her dishpan hands.
The Visit
I decided to try a few bench presses, so I lay on the padded bench and started with a fairly light weight to get started. Jim and Scott stood on each side to help with changing weights and to give me pointers. Next thing I knew, both wrists were handcuffed to the weight machine. I thought to myself, "What the Hell is going on?" and then asked that same question of Jim and Scott. No answer. They adjusted the weight bar, pulled the bench out from under me and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on my butt with my arms up in the air attached to the weight machine. I asked again, louder, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Meeting Friend From College at Washington Conference
We were in the same Calculus I class in fall of our freshman year. We started working on homework sets together and preparing for tests together. We both runners, so we also started running together, usually as something of a study break.
Housewarming and a Spanking
Only two days before, Carl's girlfriend had broken with him, and the black mood of the host was spreading to the guests. This was not a joyful party. Pete had mixed feelings. He had a bad crush on Carl. He had just gathered up his courage to tell his friend that he was gay (the rest would depend on his reaction) when he announced that he and Joan was an item. Then there had seemed to be no point.
Chocolate Vanilla Bang
There were a few really buff guys who worked for the same outfit. They were married or had girlfriends. I'd hear them talking about their girls, what they did sexually with them and so forth. It was kind of a turn on to sort of have sex with these guys through their stories. I never joined in those talks, but I liked to listen. I'd imagine me doing things that they said their girls did, and sometimes I imagined turning around and doing the same things to them. That was just a curiosity thing though cause I was pretty much a pussy-boy. I can say that now, but at the time I was jealous of being thought of as macho. I thought that you couldn't love getting screwed up the ass if you were a real man. At least you shouldn't let others know. I had a lot to learn!
For Old Times Sake
After schooling (Rusty went to a different college), we spent years living in different cities. But when I turned twenty-eight, I was transferred by my company to Cincinnati one summer, which is where Rusty lived. I got his number from information, and was at his place in no time.
Rock and Roll is my Thing
I'm 24... Alright, alright. I'm twenty fucking seven. So what? I'm kinda worried about being twenty seven because they always told me that rock 'n roll is a young man's music. Fuck that! As long as the music's not too loud, I'm not too old! But the music is in me, man. Rock 'n roll is my life. I belong to a band. The name of the band is not important. Just like my real name, that's all you need to know.
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