Still connected, he takes the path to the pool where the waterfall splashes and stops, stops to find its way from the pool to flow again to the sea. He walks slowly into the water with me still cradled in his arms, kissing me lightly. Carrying me, hip-deep, into the water, he holds me with one hand at my back. Using his other hand he lowers me downwards. I feel the cold water on my back as he sets me floating. Still holding me with one hand, he loosens my legs from around his waist with the other. Placing his hands on my upper legs he gently floats me away from him and we uncouple. I feel the cold water rush in where his love had been cradled, deep inside of me. I squeeze myself closed to prevent his seed from flowing away to the sea. It is mine, the love he gave to me.
Dream My Dream
Morning Run Fuck
I ran by the beach near my place. It was a rather quiet Monday, a couple of old ladies and a white middle-aged white man (I'm Chinese). I was getting into my pace when he overtook me. He was going at a slightly faster rate, probably doing intervals. And boy, I was mesmerized just with the back view. He was running bare body, with droplets of sweat rolling down his tan toned back. All the muscles were moving in poetry, everyone of them like pistons in a lean mean machine. He had broad shoulders, good shoulder development and defined tris.
Black Men Are White Boy's Cum Buckets
"That's what black bodies are for," Jerome said to himself, "to be white boys' cum buckets." Jerome loved to read about slave accounts in history books where grown black slave women were used at will by their white overseers and masters. He envisioned hard white cocks invading black pussies, fucking those black women and filling them with the white man's sperm. When he hung out with his white buddies in school and daydreamed of how they would turn on him and force him to his knees to suck their white cocks and rape his tight black ass -- and then piss all over his body. He wanted so badly to be raped by a gang of white boys, to smell their bodies as they fucked his face and took turns plowing into his ass.
Fucking the Arab Cab Driver in the Ass
Absentmindedly I rubbed my cock through the lining of my pockets and ran through my mind the things I'd hoped to be doing with that guy Jeff before the whole plan was shot to hell by his sister. After 15 minutes I hadn't seen one cab that wasn't booked or full, the frustration was building up in me and so all I wanted to do was get home and jack off as a release.
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Highway Fuck
It was late, I was tired and very horny. I unzipped my pants and started to stroking myself. Pretty soon I was so hard and excited, I just had to blow my load. I didn't feel like doing that while driving, so I pulled over, pulled down my pants and started to really jack off. Within a few minutes I blew a big load all over my legs. It was a state trooper.
Turkish Prince with Huge Cock and his Sexual Encounters with Local Men
I had been warned that one of them was the teenage son of a wealthy Turkish magnate who was formerly a member of the now defunct royal family and I was to be very deferential to them all. When I got to the terminal I went straight to the Airline Information Desk and checked the status of the flight and told them who I was collecting.
Old Ringold Road
All this was going on in my mind when Tim splashed water on me, laughing and telling me to wake up. After he'd rinsed down the car and I helped him dry it, we hopped in to go ride on Old Ringold Road. It was a back woods road just out of town. I was excited about being with him, and older guy, yet a guy I could handle. I didn't feel vulnerable at all like I might have with an older guy who was bigger than me. Tim was just the right size to try to play with without being overpowered. It was a warm summer day and the car had gotten hot sitting in the sun, so we tossed our shirts in the back. Tim started asking me about school and if I had a girlfriend. I told him, I wasn't really interested, sure to add "right now" in case Tim was phobic about gays and I needed a cover.
Science Fiction Sex Story - Kalanisi
Manoel, the Brazilian who met me at Porto-Novo, was short and swarthy and rather squat, rather what I expected (I'm ashamed to say) to find. His eyes widened slightly while taking in my height and musculature--a glance I was familiar with even at a Big 10 football school like Midwestern--but the words that came next took me by surprise.
White Cocksucking Bitch Gets Fucked By Muscular Black Guy
At this point I should have been scared a little but I wasn't, Darrel seemed pretty cool even though I had never met him. I sat there feeling over dressed; Darrel was sitting at a small round table rolling a blunt, shirtless with athletic shorts on. He was about five feet ten inches tall, 190 pounds with skin a little lighter than Leon, he was bald and had tattoos all over his chest, arms and back. He was very muscular and looked very "thuggish."
Never Would have Believed it
After digging through the tires for about 30 minutes in the hot garage and not finding anything suitable for this his car, we decided to call it quits. I walked over to the sink in the garage and tried to wash off the dirt and black from the old tires. Even though there was room for both us of at the sink, he just stood there patiently waiting for me to finish. As I was drying my hands he moved to the sink and bent over to start washing his. I couldn't resist and accidentally/on purpose brushed my hand against his butt and said, "Oh, I'm sorry it won't happen again."
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