Wes really wished that he didn't have to leave, and he did mention he might be back in a year, which would be exactly today. Stupid to hope he'd find him again, yet in a year, there hadn't been anyone who had pleased him as much as Jim had.
Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts.
It was like, even asleep, Brian could tell when he was horny, when he was up for some dick play or when he just wanted to snuggle. He sighed, as he realized that it would soon be time to get up, to begin the long day.
Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused.
It wasn't the first time that sparks had flown between them, but there hadn't been any way to go beyond the odd stare. Though Rory had managed a few casual bumps, that were like being hit by bolts of electricity.
He could hear him moan, imagine how he would be a massive pool of sweat, as he would push in, then when he could go no further, how he would twist his hips, making his cock jerk from side to side.
His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about.
It was odd, but here he was, his own clothes already off and on the floor. Paul on the other hand was very methodical. His pants hung over the back of the chair, his shirt draped over the back as well, but spread open, so it wouldn't wrinkle.
Least that was how Pat explained it, and now the game would start all over. He liked the idea of walking through the crowded mass of people, never knowing when Pat would suddenly be next to him. The way he would fend off others, their groping hands never quite making it to the promised land.
Standing outside, he breathed in deeply. The air was scented by the various flowers in the garden of the Opera House, and it was relaxing. Tyler could feel his muscles relaxing, his body no longer feeling like it was on display as he sipped at his own glass of wine.
His cum was sweet, not much salt to its wonderful taste. He would take all he could, drink it all, barely letting any drip out from the corner's of his mouth. It was totally satisfying, and when it was over, he would lay next to Justin.
Staring down at Len, at the way his lips were pouting, his nostrils flaring as he waited, he didn't give a rat's ass if Len's cock was 10 inches or 5 inches. He loved how it felt, how it tasted, and the grin on his face grew wider as he turned away, to stare at the bottles on his night table.
His hips slung back, then with all the force his body could muster, the hips shot forward. His hands reached out and took hold of the man's head, holding it hard as his hips shoved his cock deep into the man's throat.
Gradually he let his muscle loosen their hold, gradually allowing Ilya's enormous cock to move in and out faster, and go in deeper with each thrust. Dennis felt himself crushing down more and more with each thrust.
He would let his tongue run up and down, swirling around that pink hole at first, teasing it until Justin could stand it no more. Then after lots of begging, he would let his tongue run across the hole, tasting it and then teasing it more.
To have Billy directing him, to be touching him, always gave him goose bumps. It also made him tremble a little, as he would then lean down and take Billy's cock into his mouth, bringing it fully to life under the careful attention of his tongue and lips.
He felt his body rear back, driving his buttocks back and he could feel the knuckles of the man wedged up into his anus. His whole body began to quiver, and his cock seemed like it was burning out of control. The ache became too much as he felt himself coming.
His whole body was trembling now as he leaned down more. He wanted more of that tongue inside, and Stephen obliged him as he felt his lover's head pushing up into his buttocks. The nose was hurting him, but he didn't care as he felt the tongue twirling around inside.
The cum was like a raging river as it flew out of the jerking cock head. Its special scent filled the room, and made Tory suck even more. He wanted every drop as he reached up to grab the shaft, to hold it between his fingers.
The words had there effect as Sean was enraged. He cried out but it was too late as the whistle blew and the echo of the slap on the mat by the Ref finally registered. Sean William O'Hara had been pinned and it was all over. CT had won and as he stood up, a huge grin on his face he saw the dejected look on Sean's face.
He made out like the room was always hot, and that despite his complaints, nothing seemed to ever work. Quickly he brought up that it was one reason why he usually hated working in the room, or that when he had no choice, he usually did his work more or less undressed.
He cried out, his hand suddenly gripping Gary's taut thighs. The fingers dug hard into the young man's flesh as he shot his whole crotch upwards, while pulling the boy's body down. His cock pushed upwards, burying itself deep into the boy's body.
It seemed like an eternity before his body stopped shaking. His eyes opened briefly then closed again, then opened again. Kerry saw Tommy, sitting astride of him, his chest splattered with Kerry's cum. His eyes grew wider as he searched his friends face, still in shock by the whole thing.
The sound of rapid breathing broke into his thoughts, as he realized it was his own lungs seeking oxygen. He looked up at Colin, to see his face was rather drawn, a bit haggard even. The glazed look in his eyes slowly dissipated as he came back from wherever his mind had gone.
Unlike the other players, this cock was still hard. He could feel the head slide past his lips, tasting the dried cum on its head, and he licked at it, trying to taste inside the small slit itself. A small little moan came to him that no one else could hear, but it made his heart skip a beat or two.
The fingers moved down over his own jean, and reached down to caress his aching groin. He heard the moan, as he sighed a little. Wes was holding his breath, making him hurt as he brought his hand back up, and slowly popped the button. The sound startling them both, and for a second Paul looked up.
He began to moan a little, and then he sucked in his breath, as Kyle suddenly shoved the whole cock into his mouth. He felt the lips wrap around the head, then he felt the wet warm mouth cover his whole cock.
He licked his lips as he stared at the swaying pole, the large exposed cock head, that seemed to point straight at him. He felt the weakness in his knees, as he merely nodded, unable to speak.
His hands moved away and wrapped around the upper thighs, reaching out to grasp at the shivering mounds of Sam's buttocks. They dug into the warm flesh, as he began to move his head along the thick cock shaft. In and out he fed himself the hard pole, his fingers digging in.
It seemed endless. The constant pile driving of his ass with Jimmy's quivering jack hammer. The huge cock made him ache, but he was too busy demanding more of it, urging Jimmy to push it in harder and further. His whole body was shaking as the cock moved in hard and fast now.
Jake had shown up without his shirt, and sweat had been glistening on the golden skin. Now, he wasn't sweating, but the naked upper torso was still a delight to behold.
Ted was aching for Ken, even now as he looked up to see Ken looking at him. He could see the hurt now, more than before and it made his heart ache too. There was no denying his feelings, or those that Ken held for him. Slowly he stood up from the chair and stepped over to sit next to Ken.
The press of his lips around his cock made him shudder. His hands pounded each side of the bed as Justin took his cock in one swoop. The lips moved quickly down the shaft, until his nose was pressing hard into Nate's groin. He felt the breathe on his crotch, and bit his lip. His eyes were shut but he opened them briefly, to stare down his shaking body.
It was like a starter gun going off, as Ethan's low groan became more lively and suddenly the body underneath was alive. Cal raised his hips upwards, and this time, as he began to push down he felt Ethan shoving his dick and body upwards to meet him.
Terry cried out, as suddenly the hot burning sensation was shoved deep inside of his rectum. He shook and struggled as the pain rolled up his body. Then as it subsided, he felt his ass being probed by a finger. Then it became two fingers that moved around his hole, and they were slowly inserted inside of his quivering hole.