Dear M, As I woke up this morning, you were gone. Peacefully, not waking me up. Your smell was still there, in our bed, surrounding me like a good omen for the days to come. I took off my clothes slowly, pretending you are there. I closed my eyes and touched my lips with the tip of my fingers. Gently. I played with the lobe of my ear, as I left the other hand explore my chest. Caressing, then pinching one nipple. Yes, as if you were there.
The sudden move of my cock reminded me of last night. Remember? Oh, M! You make me blush. I turned on my stomach, rubbing my cock against the mattress. With closed eyes, my hands look for your pillow. There it is! I sink my head into it and engulf your smell with my hungry nostrils. The smell of being at home.
I am naked in our bed, keep my eyes closed, smelling you and moving my throbbing cock against the mattress. You are in my arms! Do you feel that? My cock touches yours. My chest is on your chest. I touch your lips with mine. A soft kiss, the way you like it. Passion's tool is softness, as you so nicely put it!
I feel your arms around me. Your fingers make circles on my back. Your fingertips draw lines and circles, dots. Letters? You just laugh. Was it an L? Your lips whisper in my ear, yes. Feeling your breath makes me get goosebumps all over my body. Look, touch my nipples.
You just laugh and take me again in your arms, this time you come on top of me and kiss the lobe of my ear. Better? Your voice again touching the fine hairs around my neck.
You kiss my navel and with your right hand you make another sign on my skin. V? Was it a V?
You just ignore my question, as your tongue touches the tip of my cock. Slowly. Making a circle around it.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
I was downtown one afternoon looking in specialty stores for the perfect Xmas present for my petite but sexually aggressive wife, and was just finishing up at a really hot lingerie store, the kind with plenty of novelties and toys.
I am in my mid 20's 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy. My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
Sick of only having been with men who wanted to blow me, I finally find an online date who is into some anal action, but he wants to fuck me and I was never a bottom... before...
I feel like bursting with pleasure. God! You bite the tip of my cock, gently, making me shout in delight! Mmmmmmmmm. Salty. My precum intrigues and delights you again.
Remember our discussion about precum? The fact that you like the taste of it, but sorry. You are right. I better keep quiet. And enjoy the ride.
Deep throat. And the rhythmic movements in your throat, gasping for air, but not letting it go. Like a buzz surrounding the tip of my cock, a firm grip, which is no grip to talk about. You let go of my cock, put a finger in your mouth, moist it and then gradually you put it between my legs. Your finger is inside me. Rimming. You take it out, let my muscles relax, then again inside, in such a slow slow motion, as if we have all the time in the world. And we do have it.
There we are. Two lovers lost in this room, me lying down, on my back, eyes closed. You are kneeling between my legs. I feel your eyes covering my body, as your finger is rimming me in slow motion. You lips are searching for something round my balls. My thighs get tighter as your tongue finds its way inside me. Your hands explore my body as your head is lost between my legs. I feel your hands, asking me to turn and lie on my stomach.
I turn quickly on my stomach, trying to guess what comes next. I blush. Your hands spread my legs and let you space for your tongue. I feel a hand on my back and the other one putting a finger inside my ass. I am totally relaxed, smilingly waiting. There are two fingers. Up and down, up and down.
Cold liquid glitzing down my back. Lube. Then something hot enters inside of me. Unexpected, but still so much expected. Mmmmmm. All the way. Then stops. My cock is throbbing, almost bursting, I feel your chest against my back, your lips looking for my ear. Tell me!
I keep quiet as your penis moves in and out, as in a dream. Your left hand makes an almost closed circle on my back. U? Oh yes, in and out, more rapidly. Iiiiiiiiiiiin, ouuuuuuuuuuur. That is good! It's so good, feeling you inside of me. Deeper and deeper. Yesssssssss!
I open my eyes. Here I am naked. Lying on my stomach, my cock against the mattress. Wet. The memory of the other night made me burst again. Pleasure spread on the mattress. My nostrils are in your pillow. And I sense you.
I smile. L V U! It's a good day! I LV U! Thinking of you!
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
I took a $6000 pay cut at my day job and had to start delivering pizzas to bring in some extra cash. I used to deliver pizzas in college and knew that it was a fun way to make some quick money. (Free food was nice, too!) I went back to work at my old job, at Paul Revere's Pizza in Cedar Rapids. There was a young man working there named Clint. He was about 140 pounds, age 19, and 5'7".
Both we in there late 20's, and worked hard all week except Sundays. Sundays they liked to kick back, polish off a few brews, and enjoy the park, or a hiking trail. Today was no different; they were hiking the trail up to Eagle's Nest in the Adirondacks Mountains. After a few hours they pulled off the trail to drink and rest. They found a shady spot near a clear pool by some huge rocks.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
I was in my hotel room surfing the Dallas m4m room. It was full, but as usual, no one was talking. My phone rang and took me from the computer for a few minutes. When I returned I had a lengthy Instant Message. The message stated that the author's name was Jason. He said he liked my profile did I have time to chat? I immediately checked for a profile. Rats. nothing there. I IMed back.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
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."
I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other and he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response. His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. His warm wet fondling and sucking on my member made my legs sag. I wanted cock.
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