nodded dumbly, my body warm and thick, my cock hard and heavy. Saliva suddenly filled my mouth like a Pavlovian dog at first sight of a giant bone, and my throat muscles started to relax for action.
I picked up the lotion, and then smoothed it onto his ass, spreading him open with one hand and I applied with the other. The curve was so alluring. Now I took the razor in hand and carefully started to shave the hair from him in slow even strokes.
Let me tell you about the first time I fucked another man. We'd been dating a couple of weeks and I really wanted in his pants badly. His name was Tom.
While a few guys worked my cock, I felt hands on my feet. I was helpless as my legs were pulled back. Someone pinned them to my shoulders, making out with me while my newly-exposed ass was up for grabs.
By the time Bull reached him, the other sergeant had already unzipped his fly. Bull looked down to see Inky fishing in the moist cotton of his gray boxer-briefs. Without shame or fear, he pulled out a long, half-hard tube of fat, hairy cock.
I'd often fantasize about my teammates, wondering what it would be like to suck their dicks or get fucked by them. Frequently I'd find that by fantasizing while I was on the field, I'd get just the extra boost of adrenaline I needed to complete the course in record time.
It was hard to say no to him. He was so handsome, a big sexy guy with a warm smile and a wicked grin. I loved his hair, dark blond, separated in the middle into bangs that were always getting in his eyes.
He took the rubber penis and pressed it up against my ass. I resisted him a little bit at first for some reason, and then started to relax and to take it. He slowly slid it up inside me, and I could feel it filling me, oddly cold but only at first.
My hand slides down my tank-top covered chest to my crotch. What I feel there is hard, stiff, insistent. My cock is my sex muscle, and I need to work it out tonight. Gotta see some action before I go home.
I knew I had to have Jase from the first moment I saw him. He was definitely the hottest guy to move into the apartment building since I'd lived there. He was tall, with great blond hair and a prize-winning smile.
I turn around to face him and in a ray of moonlight I see him: strong, stern face, mustache and goatee, probably 6', 200 pounds, late twenties, bigger and taller than me. He's wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that reveals his heavily muscled arms.
Tim dropped his own towel and began to stroke his cock, working it up into a full-blown boner. Fuck! These two guys had two of the biggest rods I'd blown in the two months I'd been on campus.
I was laying on my back on the ground, my legs in the air, a sizzling hot cock reaming my butt. My vision was filled with the sight of the gorgeous man above me. He smiled down at me as he fucked my ass better than anyone else ever had.
The nineteen-year-old looked up, his gray-blue eyes locking with the deeper cobalts of his superior officer. The hard expression on Ike's square jaw had softened only slightly, just enough to convince Private Thomas John Bullen to cross that one final line.
My briefs were down around my knees. I kicked them off and turned on my side, facing him. My six hard uncut inches were pointed toward his bed. I had tanned well during the summer but the areas protected by swim trunks and shorts now glowed white.
We grappled in a mutual desire. My back pressed against the cool blue tiles as Ryan slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth. By the time he reached down with his pawing hands, my cock had lengthened and thickened to it's full eight inches.
I turned in the booth, putting one knee up, so that I could look at him better...and he might look down and see the bulge in my pants. His smile traveled down my body and he saw. He also scooted over next to me and slid his right hand along my thigh up to my hard cock and gripped it.
I knelt behind him, then lowered my mouth to his ass, licking and kissing every inch of him. I managed to get lubricant on my fingers...and on me, him, and the floor. I slid the first finger in gently, fucking him with it to relax and open him.
my cock started to twitch and tingle. Since it was still out in plain sight, Barton grinned down at it. Then he took a deep breath and took out his "toys." Nipple clamps and a set of handcuffs.
"You've never had your cock sucked before, have you?" he asked. I shook my head at him dumbly. He moved closer to me. "Did you like it?" I nodded, still silent. He leaned back on his elbows and grinned at me, then at his hard cock. I followed his gaze. His cock was beautiful, so thick and long.
I managed to get him flipped to his back, avoiding his hands and teeth, and got one wrist handcuffed to the headboard. Cuffing the other wrist was easier. He snarled at me, and began to spit obscenities, fighting against the cuffs as hard as he could. My balls felt like they'd explode.
My cock was swollen and hard and trying to get out of my jogging shorts. It fucking hurt, and precum had created a wet stain. I stared down at my own hardon, my betrayer, who had forced me into a moment I had prayed would never come.
Carl came with his usual flood of cum and Barry made a big show of licking his lips and swallowing. The poor son-of-a-bitch in the tailoring was now openly jacking off as he watched. Barry batted his fake eyelashes at the guy, oozed over on his knees and put a finger on his hard cock.
I grabbed his hips and fucked him. Hard. Fast. With an odd kind of fury. I held on to him and pounded my hips against him so hard my own teeth were rattling. I glanced down at him once, to see him balanced on clenched fists, his face scarlet, eyes huge, mouth open and gasping.
Even the boytoy fuck machine had to take a break after that. Barry collapsed on the seat and rested his face on his hand to watch. Kingman went after Carl's huge cock, taking it deep and sucking it hard. He raised his head at one point, smiled, and said "damn, I love to suck cock".
He turned me over, and started to nibble my ass. I stretched out and got comfortable as he let his tongue play over every inch of my skin. I spread my legs, and he licked up the crack, taking time to flick the base of my spine. He used his fingers to gently spread my cheeks.
He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, but relaxed as the sensation changed.
He licked and nibbled both my cheeks as his hands massaged me, coming teasingly close to my crack before moving away. Every time I lost control and thrust my ass up at him he bit one cheek and slapped the other.
We made each other look like the wrong end of a hickey gang bang when somehow our lips met. We kissed, long and hard, our tongues sliding over each other's. Our hands started to move over each other, exploring, and finally, I got to be first. I grabbed his cock and stroked it.
His cock vanished and I swear I whimpered. His tongue was there, and I sucked my cum from it. He rolled me on my stomach, and mounted the back of my head, rubbing his hard cock through my hair. Then he lowered his face to my ass and licked and nibbled on it.
Kevin and I pressed our lips together, our mouths each cradling one of the young, heavy testicles. Tommy shot cum all over both of us. He licked us clean, his hands quick and eager to strip our clothes off.
Silently I obey, and my denim-covered knees hit the floor of the bar. I know the floor is dirty, but I don't care. The man unzips his pants, and the sound somehow seems very loud despite the noise of the bar. The odors of sweat and musk hit my nose as his crotch is exposed to the air.
He led me to a shady, moss covered spot underneath a tree, and pulled me to the ground. He laid me back, kissed me, then turned his body and mounted me. One knee was on either side of my head, and his huge cock lowered to my mouth. I sucked it in greedily, using one hand to stroke his shaft, the other to massage his balls.
We came together, and suckled each other's cocks as we feasted on the hot cum. The sensation was so intense, so sweet, that I thought that if I'd died at that moment, I would die fulfilled and complete.
His strong hand gripped my chin and he moved my mouth to his and took it with his tongue. And I do mean TOOK. Demanding. Hungry. Possessive. His hand was locked to the back of my neck and I felt the surging lust power through him.