I glanced at Al wondering what his virgin reaction would be to this raw display of sexual camaraderie. He grinned his acceptance of the raunchy atmosphere. His awareness of the attention he caused, with his handsome face and beautiful body, was clearly an exciting addition to an already stimulating experience.
A fantasy of an unorthodox meet between a docile boy, his ex-boyfriend, and the cocky boy who was fast to replace him. It's a story of masters and slaves, of foot worship, cock-sucking, rimming, all under complete coercion. The angst, jealousy and inferiority of seeing an ex replace you all culminate in this highly submissive fantasy.
Two hot studs, Trevor and Calvin (aka Darkhog), awake from a night's sleep to blood filled steel hard boners while on vacation in Canada. Trevor, who has a fetish for armpits, dives into Calvin's armpits leading to a two-hour sucking, rimming and fucking that results in a wild kinky series of steamy sex. Trevor also learns of Calvin's favorite fetish.
These stories will follow a group of characters or just revolve around the one, Jack. I hope you enjoy and please comment (any suggestions will be appreciated). This is the build up to something big.
"I think we can all agree on that." Jeff responded, reaching down and slipping fingers into Joey and Roger's sweaty butt cracks. "Nothing like a good stink to tank a guy up."
The Farm is outside the city and it is a small operation, barely anything noticeable. But from time to time it has another operation, one that fulfills a certain need.
I lay there gasping, until they picked me up and had me on my knees on the bench. Tom began to work more oil onto my ass and started to ass fuck me with several fingers, slopping all the oozing cumm around my ass and thighs.
Hunter searched the city he now called home for those places that had the clothes he liked, the specialty shops that had that special product line and he searched for the night clubs that would capture his imagination and ignite his fantasies.
We trade places, "You want my load pretty-boy?" I was getting annoyed at the pretty boy comments, but my mouth was full. I nodded. I bobbed off his cock, "Damn you stink." I said, "Fucking fresh piss isn't it?"
I followed Tim into the bar, through dance floor crowded with other hot leather man, to the place where the DJ was playing his music. Tim ordered me to climb onto a platform.
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