Fuck, he looks great, Brian thought. He was standing a few feet away, pretending not to notice Jason in his white boxer briefs. What Jason didn't know was that the entire set, as well as his dressing room, was full of hidden video cameras, catching every move he made.
There was Jesse, dancing around the room in nothing but his underwear, thrusting his full crotch back and forth and swiveling his hips, just like Elvis. Joey was ecstatic. Jesse was completely under his control. He shut off the CD player and Jesse stopped dancing.
He licked at Jeff's now hairless balls, lapping up the fresh jizz. He pulled Jeff's underwear all the way off and tossed them on the floor. He left Jeff lying on the bed groaning and writhing while he grabbed his bag, taking out a pair of leather cuffs and fastening them to Jeff's wrists.
Don't worry about it," Steve said softly, continuing to massage his pecs. He bent down and put his lips to Greg's ears and whispered, "you know, you still look hot. Why don't you take your pants off? I think you'll feel better
A horny pilot and his co-pilot found themselves in lust. The cockpit seemed to be a nice place for fucking. As the plane flew high in the sky, those naked pilots were humping lustfully, trying to gain orgasm.
Just as soon as I turned Ted cam up behind me, grabbed a handful of my pants on either side of my waist and yanked them and my underwear down to my ankles in one swift movement. My thick 8" dick sprung up and hit my flat abs with a thud and my ass was only partly hidden by my shirttails.
After all the idea of coming down here to nude sunbathe had been Chris. The glint he had seen in the blonde boy's eyes had hinted at a damn sight more than just baking in the heat.
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.