“Seriously Mitch. Not into it. We’re a couple and I got all I need right here.” I gave a quick look at Dan, who folded his arms across his chest, biceps bulging out in one last attempt to sway me. But the feeling of Rob’s hand in mine, and the sight of him walking behind me in his own magnificent glory sealed the deal. Rob was all I needed. And he was all I wanted.
Each thrust shoot Ethan’s cream, deeper, into the clinched tight hole of Ware’s ass. Then his pullout is fast, beckoning a squeal from Ware’s mouth as Ethan’s cock-crown brushes across and breeches the ass-lips of his clinched hole.
We could barely contain ourselves as we stood at the outside check-in window. Groping and fondling each other up along with some random kisses thrown in for good measure. Those got stares from the female night clerk, not of disgust, mind you. (Not a Benjie's Stepdad World story.)
“No! Patrick! We fucked! We fucked! We fucked like two wild bucks out in the wild!” The old man says. “That man had one the biggest cocks of any man I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot’em. I tell ya.”
This is a fictional story about a guy that was on American Idol season 3. Matt Rogers to me was a hot hairy stud of a man. And I could only imagine the desires Seacrest had for him. So this is a story of Ryan's desire for the studliest man to ever be on the show.
Of course its not to suggest that Matt is or would be in a gay encounter. So its just fiction... Enjoy
“They grow’em big where you are from. Don’t they?” We both laugh at the implication of his meaning. “I guess.” I say, not sure if they do or not but what does it matter, I think.
“Yeah fill his tight little hole!” I heard Rick’s voice shouting just above my head over top of the grunts. I gritted my teeth as I looked up at Marcus’ shiny black hard body, glistening from the sweat as he held my ass up and drove his big cock in me deep. I turned to his right to see another big black guy holding my leg up, while another big burly white guy stood waiting his turn.
I get up from my chair and walk to my friend. His hand goes straight to my heavily dark furred and cum-laden balls. He cups them like they are some of the reigning Queen’s most precious jewels and the most valuable of things he has ever held in his hand to be cherished.
As they stand in front of Brother Cecil all he can see are these young men’s flourishing cocks. The three darked haired pubes of the so-called ‘triplets’ and the blonde shagginess wrapped around Dangnut’s powerfully extended spear.
I see the sunlight flicker off the blonde hairs that lightly blanket his well-muscled chest. His boxer-shorts are slightly down; his treasure trail region revealing hints of hairy pubes barely out of my eye’s view. Each ripple of his muscles reacts to the others. It is a spectacle that I catch myself admiring.
This is a fictional story about a trucker that I chatted with online some years back. The fantasy is how we got together for a good hard ramming. He is a southern, Tennessee fella with a big cock. Too bad the chats abruptly ended.
Marc is meeting his partner's parents for the first time, but when he starts to get weird vibes from his future father-in-law he has to figure out if the sexual tension is real or purely imaginary.