The walk down the back area, towards the Oaks was more or less silent, though he could feel the excitement growing. Then too, he could feel Mr. Willows' eyes focused intently on him. It did feel good, he had to admit, as they reached the tree, and sat down to stare out the stream.
"It is a sound business plan" moaned Chris as he rechecked the figures before him "We're in the middle of a 90% gay owner area and a men's lingerie shop should be booming."
Jay bit down on Tank's ear and pinched his nipples. Tank screamed. Jay slapped his ass cheeks and then spread them wide. "All right, motherfucker. You asked for it." He took aim and rammed his pile-driver up Tank's ass in one savage thrust. Tank screamed in pain as Jay knew he would, but he didn't care. He had to show him who was the boss.
We were on this island working on building a new bridge over this inlet of water and helping to lay out a runway for Military supply planes, Hot, steamy and mostly like jungle terrain made life miserable, but one incident started making up for the lousey hot weather.
He swallowed quickly, wondering if he had been moaning or worse, crying out. He hadn't heard the main door open, and there hadn't been anyone else inside when he entered, so he felt a slight tinge of panic inside.
Arny and His mom had lived next door to us for almost all of his life. Arny and I were like twins in that we were born the same year, the same month, the only difference was My birthday was two days before Arny's.
I decided to get away, it seemed everything had changed since I left for Afghanistan, my outlook on everthing had changed, I had seen so much destruction, enough to last a lifetime.
Mike and Greg had been best friends since the eighth grade. They were like brothers and didn't keep secrets from each other or at least that's what Mike thought.
After Jim experiences sucking, getting sucked fucking and getting fucked with his son and his son's lover on a campout on spring break, Jim finds that there is more to come.