After Jim's death in a traffic accident when I was 25, I found another sex partner, Bob, whose prick, like mine, also had escaped the scalpel because his parents had been appalled at the results of their first son's circumcision. Bob had a nice thin foreskin covering his plump, rounded cock-head right to the end, forming a tight pucker. His erection also measured a little over six inches, but his foreskin would retract to bare his beautiful purple glans and he would jack himself by pulling his hood up over the head. All I had to do for a quick jack was jiggle my long foreskin, and soon white jets would sluice out the opening at the end. We both have big, sensitive tips, fully formed, with attractive flaring ridges.
Edging With My Dick
Airport Layover Gay Group Sex
"Sounds good to me Jared. I picked out a quiet place where we can get to know each other a little better. Follow me." I figured we could go to a motel near the airport but I couldn't wait that long. At the far end of the terminal there were a bunch of empty gates and a set of bathroom. Jared followed me into the men's bathroom and I sat down on the toilet and he walked in behind me.
Adrian Fucking My Hot Arse While Others Watch
I knew the night was going to turn out quite well now. Couples where sucking, fucking and caressing each other in pairs and trio all around the woolshed as the music blared out of the sound system speakers. Trevor the cute guy I was with asked me to fuck him, need I tell you that I agreed. He lay on his back and lifted his legs over my shoulders as I positioned myself between his muscular legs. I rolled on a condom and lubbed us as I reached over a began to kiss him. In one slow but steady move I filled his hot hole with my cock and fucked him hard. After half and hour of action this guy came over and jerked himself off, coming all over us. It seemed like eternity fucking Trevor, but after an hour the scene became more interesting.
Matt's Prick
When I suggested that we meet, Matt agreed immediately. This was reassuring because it implied that he had been truthful about himself. If he hadn't, he would have been reluctant to have me see him as he really was. Matt invited me to spend the weekend with him, and I eagerly knocked on the door of his house that Saturday morning.
My American Friend
Oddly enough, life seemed to carry on as normal, school, work, out with my friends, totally forgetting my friend Dan's visit. "Hey James," said a familiar sexy deep voice. "Hi," I replied a bit puzzled. "It's me Dan, from NY," he said making me smile. "Hey, how are you doing? You still coming soon?" excitedly I replied. "Sooner than you think, it's this weekend. I hope you're still going to crash with me at my hotel, that way we can party a little longer." He said assured of himself.
Hot Saturday
The outline of his glans became visible through the thick skin as it expanded, and within about 30 seconds we were both fully hard. I spread a towel between us, as I was sure we'd soon be dribbling. My penis measures an honest six inches, from pubic bone to the end of my glans. If I stretch out the hood, it's a bit more. Ronnie's seemed to be slightly longer than mine, but his hood extended another half inch beyond the end even with a hard-on. I tweaked the end of his foreskin.
Requesting a Raise From the Boss
I noticed that my boss, Mr. Jacobsen, was also working late. I was planning to talk to him about a raise. Since we were both working late, I decided there was no better time than the present. His door was open, so I poked my head inside and asked if I could have a minute of his time. He told me to come right in.
Presents From France
I clutched his buttocks and pulled his body to mine so that our stiff cocks were pressed side by side between us. Thierry stirred and rewarded me with a loving wet kiss. "I want to fuck you," he said pleadingly; "I want my cock up your ass hole. " It was an irresistible request.
Two Married Dudes
Peter had been busy working in the box office all day and was ready to call it a day. He brushed his brown curly hair from his forehead as he climbed the stairs to the office. His 5'10" 165lb frame ached as he crossed the booth. He was tired and you could tell he was tired if you looked into his eyes behind his octagonal eyeglasses.
Caught by Black Guy Slacker
He was a mid-twenties African-American slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst-ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
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