Tonight I am thinking is going to be a big night. Ry will score. I am only one easy piece, but I am going to be a REALLY easy piece. In high school I always made them chase and beg, but that was so my reputation wasn't tarnished. High School kids are so judgmental. "oh, alright, if ur shure it won't hurt". Right. Well, I was an Eagle scout at the time, and I didn't fancy myself as a male prostitute - I'll take you to Baja with me for four blow jobs, two fucks and a chance to cum all over your face- so I played hard to get even with myself. I actually wasn't a male prostitute - just a horny, horny gay teenager. But even 5-6 years ago things were not ideal for revealing one liked bottoming for ones friends. Especially if you are one of the school's major swimmers.
Costa Rica Gay Experience
Danny
Ian toasted his backside at the fire, letting his eyes roam up and down John's body. "Very seductive." His voice was treacly, unpleasant, as if it might stick to your skin.
Dave And Jim Go Camping
They were both sweating. God it was hot, Dave thought, as he wiped the drops of sweat from his brow. His entire body was drenched. He could feel his large balls rubbing uncomfortably against his thighs and drops of sweat rolled down the crack of his ass. "Man, I can't wait until we get out of this heat," he heard Jim say, "it's going to be great being back at the lake together; I can hardly wait."
Day Time Lovers
I thought he would pull out like always but today he just kept fucking me, juicy, wet, hot cum oozing out as he fucked me with a passionate urgency... he rode me like a wild man, grabbing me by the shoulder and hair now, pulling me back as he slide in and out, full length cock strokes, riding me to that place where I disappear into the oneness of his body joining mine, one flesh, one orgasmic union as he lifted me up into the clouds and gave me his deepest love, ramming, slamming, fucking me beyond myself and the flesh and then the explosion came as his cock swelled up in me and began to pour out its hot lava of love into my belly...
Dead End Career
The first time my volunteer work touched my professional life, I went out for a drink. I sat alone at the bar, downing one beer after another. I was trying to get the image of the kind old woman out of my mind. A woman that I had talked to at the hospital, and had taken a turn for the worse. She was now on a slab in my mortuary, and I was responsible for her preparation.
Dealing With It
"I know." I say getting a little irritated. "It'd be nice if you'd help a bit with him." I look down at the yellow teddy bear carpet on the floor.
Desperately Wanting
I ease my lips off of yours and begin a soft shower of kisses all over your face and neck down to your chest. I stop for a moment and smell the succulent scent of your hair that's driven me wild so many times before, floral with a scent of fruit. Your long hair catches the sunlight just so. I return my lips to the nape of your neck. Your skin is smooth and velvety. I want more of it. My fingers ache to feel you, so I bring my hands up under your shirt and stroke your back. You are impatiently tugging at my bra, so I undo the clasp myself, and pull both my shirt and the bra off. I smile when I notice your eyes resting appreciatively on my breasts, but I am not diverted for long.
Discretion Needed For Married Man
Twenty minutes flies by so fast, before I know it, I'm turning onto my street and see your car. You hit the garage door opener and it begins to go up. You pull in immediately into the garage. I quickly pull in next to you on the left side. You hit the button again, and the door closes, leaving us alone in the garage. No one can see what is about to happen.
Dominated By Robert And His Cock
"I'm so glad I found you," he said, coming up to where I stood. "Can you believe this rain? How are you?" he cried, clasping me in a damp embrace. After a moment, I hugged him back.
Forbidden Gaysex
I have often wondered what he sees in me. After all, I am not even his preferred gender. I am just some creative type who regales him with poetry and happens not to get jealous about his dalliances with girls. I suppose that I understand that his attentions will inevitably be divided. Provided that the other party was a girl, it did not seem to be conflict of interests to me somehow. I was just his special guy who tolerated that certain loveable roguishness. Besides, sexuality is more fluid in Africa. People tend not to attach labels to the direction that that their desire leads them. They lack the western fixation to categorise sexuality into neat little boxes.
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