Eric appeared to be ready, so Claude forced the dude over to and down on the bench press. Eric first wound first-aid tape around his head to keep the jock strap in place and then cuffed each of his hands to the barbell holder at the head of the bench so that they were drawn up and out.
Sitting there, listening as the sermon dragged on about truth and honour, about being true to God, a small smile crossed his lips. He knew he wasn't handsome, but he had a rugged charm to him.
This short story is part of a collection I wrote following my diagnosis of Schizophrenia and the loss of my lover, Shawn, from AIDS. The book is called "Backslidden". I hope you enjoy it.
I slowly worked my cock into his anus, a bit at a time, giving him time to adjust...at least until I had a good purchase between his butt cheeks. I was in a good four inches now, so I took my right hand away from my cock and raised his right leg up and out.
Kyle didn't notice the two burly guys on either side as he followed Billy into the room. His first awareness was when their large meaty hands grabbed hold of his upper arms. He felt the vice like grips as he sputtered out some cry of pain, some surprise at being held.
Eric and Claude played for a while for my benefit. Eric soaped Claude up and gave him the complete job, including some semblance of a blow job preliminary that increased Claude's length to what had to be nearly a foot, with close to a three-inch girth.
So what if it had taken him nearly an hour to figure out that the reason his phone wasn't working was that he was hitting the wrong damn button? He could pound a nail in straight with two swings, and he was fast too.
Despite the predicament, my cock began to harden noticeably. He went down on me then, sucking noisily and twisting and turning my cock, getting it ever stiffer. At length, he crouched over my torso, his legs straddling my sides and slowly sank his ass down on my cock.
It took him a second to push his bunched up shorts off his body, and stand totally naked. Then he lunged too, making the bed groan as he fell on top of Jason, just as Jason had done to him in the living room.
I had been initiated, crowned, pierced, made a colleague of Prince Albert. I celebrated by rolling my eyes up into my head and falling back onto the surface of the examination table and passing out.
Set in the innocent days of the mid-1960s. A naive high school boy is hitchhiking and gets picked up by a smooth-talking man. A world of sexual discovery is about to unfold.
Funny how things worked out. It was perhaps the longest conversation they had, and yet as he stared at the bent bolt, he couldn't help but feel like he was on some sort of inspection. He could feel those powder blue eyes staring at him, and he wondered if Gideon was checking out his butt.
The Bull was fairly bellowing impatience and the need for the corrida...the fight...from beyond the massive wooden door after I had finished knotting the sash and straightening my black astrakhan, my two-pointed hat. I stood admiring myself in the mirror for several moments.
Looking at his crotch, he couldn't help but see the rigid lines of his veins around his cock. It was hard, as it should be, because just outside that fucking closed door, was a naked stud named Taylor.
When I felt open enough, I pushed my legs back in the water, sat up, and entered the water between Binggum and the wall. Taking his mouth into a kiss, I laced my hands around his butt cheeks and pulled him to me.
His body would ache whenever Jimmy was around, which seemed to be always. It didn't matter what time he started work, Jimmy would find him within minutes of Matt clocking in. At first it was sweet, but after two weeks it was becoming more than just an infatuation.
He swallowed, staring at the amazing sight of a naked Ross. The candle light was flickering in the cabin, adding to the excitement and mood. His eyes must be like saucers, he thought, as he took in the small wiry frame of the young man.
Glen who was only 18 years old was in a hurry as he walked up Third Street in Mendiola Consortium on his way to his dorm after his workout. It was cold and the December wind cut through his skin making his whole body shiver, but not only was he cold, he was also uncomfortable because of the big hard on that was straining against his jeans.
Then his hands are back on my hips now. Jack hammering me up and down, faster and faster, and pulling out farther with each movement and digging deeper with each thrust.
The rolling waves were still running up and down his body as he slowly pulled his cock out of Aaron's mouth. The young man leaned back on his haunches, resting against the base of the chair.
Tuck pulled out and finished shooting his load on me. All over me, mixing with my own come. I clung desperately to the edge of insanity as my head whirled around like a tornado. I couldn't focus. I couldn't breath. I choked, like I was sobbing.
Least in his mind. After all who would go out and buy a damn car, just so he could have an excuse to ride the elevator with some stranger? No sane person would do that, even if the car had been a bargain.
CJ lathered up the big, thick fingers on one hand lavishly and knelt in front of me. He took my rod into his mouth and my hands went to the back of his head and wandered down to knead his shoulders as he gave me gentle head.
He turned and walked past Charlie, noticing as he did how the young man's eyes seemed to follow him. They were downcast, but not from shame, but were checking his crotch out.
Young Sean works in a poolroom where his duties include cleaning and closing up and spreading out across the pool table for the boss. Till he meets a big, muscular, HUGE-hunk black trucker who comes in and wants to take him on the road.
Brad Covington meets a straight hunk on a cruise. It's supposed to be a honeymoon cruise for studly Tuck Stoner but his fiance backed out of the marriage and his parents insisted that he take the cruise anyway and try to begin to get his life back together. Brad helps him all he can as they sex their way around the Caribbean.
And then, with me snuggled into his stomach, CJ slowly started to move forward and upward. A little thrill of sensation flashed through my glans as I felt it moving into Binggum's tunnel, largely under CJ's power.
I was just watching the game but then all 35 hulking players invited me into the showers. There were hot soapy muscular bodies all round me but then I felt the first penetration.
Even soft, the frigging cock looked like a bazooka. It was thick, and damn it was long too. His eyes had bulged as he had thought about what it would look like hard and it must have shown too, as Ralphy had turned to see who had barged in on him.