I stroked his cock until he came, and then I moved in, covering him with my body, my legs pressing his thighs together and my arms wrapped around his torso, one hand going to his nipples and the other to his belly and cock, getting close in, squeezing myself into him the way I liked it.
I leaned forward and felt. He was so smooth. I looked up. He was smiling encouragingly. "Lick those nubs." I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. They were hard, like little cocks. His body smelt intoxicatingly: sweat, sweet and a little rancid.
I am flesh being pumped by flesh, I am metal and skin being pulled to bring that tightness up from my balls into a sting, a reminder that he is in control..
Julio came in rubbing his bulge, his eyes shining. He dropped his shorts and slipped off his shirt. He was great looking, pretty tan, nice swimmer's muscles and a long slim cock just beginning to rise to the occasion.
"Show your appreciation," I whispered to him, speaking around his cock. He needed no further instruction. He fell into a mode he still remembered from his early teens. He took my cock deep into his throat, his lips against my public hair.
It's no wonder that none of the windows have any eyelids / curtains in Greg's parent's house. I say this because I'm sitting here naked, sitting in a large padded chair in our bedroom, facing the bathroom, watching Greg take a shower in the non-shower door gray-blue stone wall enclosure, and the dark trees and darker sky outside is sketching us.
The tequila shots were doing their magic, and I didn't give a damn anymore about self-respect. I had thoroughly loved getting fucked by the huge biker on the bar, and now having this freakishly large man's penis in my mouth was awesome.
It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master's feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there..
Jimmie watched as the video continued. It was obvious that Jordan was completely out of it while Rod was tying him spread eagle onto his bed and tweaking his nipples. Jordan was putting up little resistance and was making only a few noises.
He moved his hands over Bobby's crotch. The hypnotized stud moaned quietly as Todd massaged. Then he moved to Bobby's waist and undid his belt. He unbuttoned Bobby's pants and slowly worked the zipper the rest of the way down
Andreas was twenty years old and a senior at UNLV. The blond-haired, blue-eyed stud with drop-dead looks that could've easily been spread out among four people stood 6'1 and weighed in at 180 pounds. He kept his body in shape, despite his love for beer, with daily workouts in the university gym and pool. He was a star on both the water polo and swim teams.
"Suck my big dick, you fucking asshole!" I commanded him, and obediently his mouth started working me, stroking and massaging my organ with his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
He wanted me to dominate him, and I really liked his ass. The thought of being inside him made my breath come in short gasps, and my heart pound. I also knew it was important to control him as utterly as possible.
His strong hand gripped my chin and he moved my mouth to his and took it with his tongue. And I do mean TOOK. Demanding. Hungry. Possessive. His hand was locked to the back of my neck and I felt the surging lust power through him.
Silently I obey, and my denim-covered knees hit the floor of the bar. I know the floor is dirty, but I don't care. The man unzips his pants, and the sound somehow seems very loud despite the noise of the bar. The odors of sweat and musk hit my nose as his crotch is exposed to the air.
I agreed, and we got right into things. I was directed to remove my clothes, which were taken away. I was to be on my hands and knees unless granted the privilege of standing, and I was to address him as 'Master' all the time. He put a leather collar on my neck, a thick black one with studs on it.
I lay back on a pile of pillows and stroked my cock as Edward sucked my toes. I looked at the beautiful man serving me and rubbed precum over the head of my cock with my thumb. Shit, I thought. This is incredible. He licked and sucked each one of my toes, then slid his little pink tongue up each instep.
He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. "What on earth are you going to do?" I asked. He grinned. "Everything," he said, his voice husky.
"Tell me you're my bitch," he growled at me. "Tell me." He continued to spank, and I informed every hearing person for blocks that I was Alan's bitch. He was so aroused he was shaking.
My ass was a bit sore, but he forbade any complaining, and threatened to put a ball gag in my mouth if I mentioned it again. He told me that when my ass was tender, it was just a reminder that I was his slave.