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.
We started to drive back and as did, I couldn’t help noticing Jamie rubbing the front of his jeans. During our encounter with Ken, Jamie never shot a load. I decided I would help him out and leaned over and began to rub his leg.
Jeff Michaels’ fraternity brother shows him how easy it is to make a quick buck hustling - only Jeff worries it might not be such a temporary occupation for him.