It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master's feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there..
He wanted more, and he could hear his own voice begging for more, urging the man on top to go faster, to send the hot pole deeper into his body. His hips arched upwards to meet the downward thrust.
Martin needed the money and the ad had been pretty specific as to what they were looking for. Sex and someone who had a decent piece of equipment, which he thought he met. Though looking at some of the guys around, he wondered if it would be enough.
It felt good pressing into his ass cheeks, and the little moan from next to his ear told him that the guy was enjoying himself. The hand suddenly moved out and were yanking on Jean-Paul's pants before he knew it.
He let Ross take him inside one and close the door behind him. Then once more he felt the hot press of lips on his as his pants were undone. They dropped quickly to the ground, as the mans hands tugged at his shorts, finally pushing them down.
A gay guy who hangs around with his straight friends finds with the help of a newly found glory hole, that they aren't as straight as he thought and he sets out to get the most from the situation.
He glanced out the side window to see it fogged over and he turned back to stare at Todd. There was a slight chill in his stomach and finally he realized that his pants were open, that his underwear was slid down and his cock was sticking out, hard and pulsing.
He could feel his hand reaching through the open bath robe he was wearing, and lightly caressing his groin. The mere thought of Carl, sitting in the big armchair, legs drawn up to his chin, his bare feet dangling over the edge made Rodney shiver in anticipation.
His arms gently guided Billy over towards the small pile of remaining hay and then he made him lay down on it. He stood towering over the lad and just looked at him as slowly he undid the belt buckle and then popped open the button to the pants.
The way Josh had surprised him by turning him over and spreading his butt apart, to tenderly run his finger down his butt crack, then to slowly and deliberately tease his hole. Man, he could still feel that rolling wave of pleasure that seemed to never end.
Steve felt the cock pushing in and pulling out, a rhythm suddenly developing as Mark was face fucking him. He pulled his tongue out of the way and tried to open his throat more to accommodate the pulsing pole that now pushed in and out with a rather strident force.
Sitting on his couch they shared a bottle of red wine and well, things naturally progressed and before he knew it, shy reserved Joe had disappeared. The guy was a bit of sex nut once he had felt the green light had been given.
He couldn't believe he had taken that monster cock. Thinking of it still made him wince as he clearly remembered the searing pain as State Assemblyman Howard R Muenster the 3rd had penetrated his ass last night.
Jocks weren't exactly high on his list of favourite people but then he did enjoy their bodies, the smooth muscular thighs, the always tanned golden flesh of those chests, mostly devoid of any real hair, given they were just 18 or 19 for the most part.
Thinking back, he wished he had taken out his video recorder. The whole strip number was something out of a porn flick. Well better actually as he had twirled the shirt, had even swatted him with it in a playful manner. It all made him aware of just how good looking Chris was.
The way Zac had twisted his long thick cock deep inside of Craig's ass was something he wasn't used to. Nor was he used to the different ways Zac kept positioning him, to make sure he felt every inch of that monster prick as it ploughed hard into his butt.
Coming back for more: "Anwar lathered up my hole and his cock again, and then I cried out and grunted as he entered me a second time. I twisted in pain, as I could feel him driving farther into me than he had before, filling and stretching me."
Learning special wrestling techniques: "I had admired his massive build a bodybuilder's barrel chest, huge arm and leg muscles, bulbous but firm butt, and tiny waist and"..
Joaquin Kangas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was six foot one, 185 pounds, had short dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes you'd ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that body. Broad shoulders, nice chest, and abs that would make Brad Pitt jealous.