He corkscrewed his fingers into my asshole, spreading it and I could feel first one, then two, then three fingers as he worked my pucker. Feeling him there, in total control of me, it began to be a turn on. I soon discovered that the more I resisted, the harder he worked my butt.
I gasped as Chance slipped his fingers inside his asscrack, soaping himself up. The site of him fingering his firm, round butt was almost too much to bare. My cock was growing, getting harder by the minute.
The air was charged with sexual tension. I was glad Stephen had made the first move. I had been to uptight to do anything. When his knee brushed against mine again, my heart was pounding an erratic rhythm and knot rose in my throat.
nodded dumbly, my body warm and thick, my cock hard and heavy. Saliva suddenly filled my mouth like a Pavlovian dog at first sight of a giant bone, and my throat muscles started to relax for action.
How did I wind up getting jerked off by a total stranger in the garage of my apartment building, praying that none of my neighbors would walk in? How did someone as shy as myself end up with my shorts pulled down, rubbing my crotch against another man's anxious butt?
He leaned in close and touched my lips with his own. Andy was a good kisser - a little tentative, but with fire and passion behind it, ready to be awakened and called out. I raised one hand to his chin and held it gently, tipping his face up a tiny bit so I had ever better access to his mouth.
I was laying on my back on the ground, my legs in the air, a sizzling hot cock reaming my butt. My vision was filled with the sight of the gorgeous man above me. He smiled down at me as he fucked my ass better than anyone else ever had.
I raised my hands to his shoulders and gripped solid muscle, beneath cool, shiny leather. At the same time, his hands reached for my waist. An instant later, we were kissing, lips crushing lips, tongues thrusting hungrily.
Finally I got him to turn his head slightly, looking down toward my cock. I was fully hard now, and as soon as I had his attention, I stepped back, moved my hand and gave him the full view.
I reached out to grab his crotch. As I squeezed the hard budge in my hand, my own cock ached in my pants. The guard let out a soft moan as my hand lingered, and I squeezed his dick even harder.
He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me close up against him. I could feel that he, too, was stiff as a steel rod. He had to be at least 8 inches. My hands slid to his firm butt and I grabbed to hold on.
Greg instructed me to turn around and lean against the wall, arms and legs apart, ass thrust towards the camera. Kneeling behind me, he tugged my jeans down to my knees, then adjusted the waistband of my underwear, so that my clenched cheeks were displayed to maximum effect.
He slowly pulled down my fly then unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. I wriggled my jeans down to about my knees. My Jockey shorts were tented my engorged cock and moist from my dribbling precum.
I could feel my asshole pucker at the thought of the big tool spreading me open and impaling me like some great, fleshy spear. I tried not to show my excitement and get on with my job.
Spreading my legs, I let my hand fall between them. Gently, I rubbed my groin through my sweat-pants with the back of my hand. It felt good. I kept it up, and the twink smiled at me. I looked at the hunk and he nodded slightly.
I extended my other hand, and using both began to stroke his cock. Pressing firmly against him, his other hand reached for my ass, and I could sense the strength of his desire for my ass as he ran his hand over it.
His eyes darted nervously back and forth. My heart was pounding as I pressed my lips to Jimmy's, taking his mouth with a savage intensity, forcing my thrusting tongue deep inside. Jimmy struggled from our embrace.
My hand slides down my tank-top covered chest to my crotch. What I feel there is hard, stiff, insistent. My cock is my sex muscle, and I need to work it out tonight. Gotta see some action before I go home.
As he knelt down his enormous cock thrust forward and it was almost in my face. I ran my hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back as our lips met and then something unexpected happened. His warm, wet tongue forced apart my teeth.
I take it in one hand and savor its fullness, its thickness, its erection. It feels so good just to hold it this way. Just to hold it is wonderful, almost wonderful enough to not need the added pleasure of jerking it.
I kept bobbing my head, sliding my tight, wet lips up and down his shaft, relaxing my throat, determined that every inch was going to be mine. I could feel his huge, mushroom shaped head at the top of my throat. I slid my palms up and down his muscled thighs, around to his tight, round ass.
I then called the other guy, who lived a floor above me. Tom was tall and hot looking, in his late twenties with long hair and a strong jaw. He was pretty kinky, and while he didn't like to do anything in the way of role playing, he loved being a top.
He turned me over, and started to nibble my ass. I stretched out and got comfortable as he let his tongue play over every inch of my skin. I spread my legs, and he licked up the crack, taking time to flick the base of my spine. He used his fingers to gently spread my cheeks.
I wanted to look at his crotch, but knew that would be inappropriate, at least at this point. So I contented myself with imagining his large cock, nestled tightly in the briefs I pictured him wearing, the organ shifting slightly as he walked.
He was cute, young.. probably 20 at most. He had the preppy look with stylish dark hair, green eyes and a long lean body that was going to look great stretched out naked under me. You could tell he was shy.
I was standing just in front of some bushes, and in a couple of seconds, as surely as a freshly lit cigarette will summon an overdue bus, out stepped a guy in his late thirties with a leather jacket and a mustache.
I tried him out in every position, pushing him onto his stomach and pounding him hard from above, flipping him over and making him ride my tool and then tossing him on his back, with his legs over my shoulders.
I looked back at him and watched him slide a rubber down onto his cock. With his hands on my bare back, I pushed my face back into his pillow, trying not to cry out as his thick cock buried itself up my ass.
Cal reached the bed, but with my hand on his ass he didn't turn around, but stayed facing away from me. I pushed his shoulders forward and he flopped onto the bed, laying on his stomach as I had desired.
He was a bit older than me, but in pretty good shape, with a nice curvy ass that beckoned to me with its sweetness as he lay there. I stood there naked, letting the tension build as I ran my fingers over it.