He tastes good. He can see why his cum is devoured so anxiously by those who thirst for it. He is sweet and thick. He feels his ass muscles twitch. He feels wet. Drenched. Sweaty. He shifts in the bed as the twitching has magnified. It feels good, almost as if he has been fucked.
Shaun sow the guy walking up and down the building in front, and let him in. everything got more exciting as Michael showed his bulge, and fucked Shaun hard
Nick and Eric had a day & night full of steamy wild sex before Eric left for a model assignment with a cologne firm in Rome and Nick flew to LA. for modeling men's briefs and boxers. Chapter 9 features hot phone sex between them, while apart some hot guy sex and their reunion produced hot sex.
After Phil had got down to his pants, with me teabagging him and slapping his face with my cock for the punishment, Simon became the 3rd fully naked person (and a dildoing for him too, this time 5 minutes long). His knob was quite long at about 7 inches, just like Pete's.
It was during the summer break that I worked as a porter/cleaner/general dogsbody in a shitty hotel near Paddington. The pay was pretty bad, but it was easy as hell and I still quite enjoyed it because the manager, Andy, was rather cute. I didn't know if he was gay, but that didn't stop me from fantasising about him almost every day.
We delve into another passion-fueled kiss, exchanging more saliva between us as we get more excited. He lays his leg over mine, scooting closer as our cocks grow ever harder, leaking our pre-cum onto the lily-white sheets. He forces me down, from my side, to my back, lying on top of my open splayed body. I feel the weight of him, upon me, his rod pulsating between his hairy muscled legs, into my own groin.
Sorry I've been away so long. During my absence I've thought of many ideas for both this story and future stories, so bear with me. I just haven't really prioritised writing for the moment. Thanks for those that remained patient.
I worked plenty of lube into my hole, never taking my eyes off the throbbing piece of manhood that towered in front of me. I figured, worst case, I could go about halfway or two thirds of the way down on it, and spare myself from getting ripped open.
He was a beautiful man. More so than Paul. More experienced, too. I thought of the suckings. How hungry he seemed to be, lapping at my balls after he had shaved them, scraping away the fine hairs that curled there, sucking them into his hungry mouth. I felt my cock harden as I remembered his passion.