Mr. Foxx keeps me completely naked at all times in the apartment, sometimes the person on the other side of the door gets a big surprise when they see me standing there in the altogether, but more often than not they can't keep their eyes off my usually hard pecker!
These bamboo canes were once the masters of men and I can feel my backside tingle at their memory. I pick up a wooden ruler and with a growing bulge in my tight black trousers I stand up and walk over to them.
It all started five nights ago when he was looking at a certain web site and he saw a video clip of a couple having sex and one of them being spanked. Knowing that was what turned me on, he saved it and told me about it the next day.
Delta five weren't in the best of moods after losing their football match to Sigma three as they walked back to the campus changing room amongst howls of anguish from their fans mixed in with cheers of joy from sigma 3's supporters.
He probed beneath them, tickling that part between balls and arsehole and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. My wrists strained against the cord that tied me and I thrashed my head from side to side. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
Nice short hair you got, cropped. Let me feel your face. Bit rough, chin, that's good, that's o.k. Grip my cock, at the base, that's it. Point me shaft at your mouth lad, all of it, all fucking eight inches. Open your mouth wide and push it in, get your throat ready.
I pictured him now, phoning Don and excitedly telling him that they were in for a threesome that afternoon, then I went and had a long shower, making sure that I was ready to be up for anything. I took my time, giving my watch the occasional glance to make sure I wasn't going to be late.
Grabbing hold of Earl's hair, Marty sought to push the man's face lower and lower onto him, as he felt the fingers in his ass - two, then three, and then a fourth before moving in up to the knuckle and gently fisting him.
There were only two obvious things that set me apart from my neighbours. One, I was English and they were Greek; and two, I was gay. My heart did a quick back-flip as I figured that Dimitris was definitely not English.
By the time I was eighteen, I had tasted and swallowed more cum than most guys might hope to take in a lifetime. But it was still all my own nectar. By now my private desires were becoming so insatiable that not even my over-productive balls could produce the quantity of baby-batter to satisfy my almost insatiable appetite.
A few weeks later and I was summoned to a private meeting with another scout back in Pittsburgh. This dude appeared even more convinced of my potential. Said I'd give Brad Pitt a run for his money and that the company he worked for would provide me the opportunity to go as far as I liked with my looks.
I unzipped my flies and pulled my full erection out for a bit of freedom. He certainly did enjoy a good spanking as this picture revealed. His arse was bright red and he was being fucked doggie style. I saved all three photos in my "bad boy" file and sent him a reply.
Hunt nodded in agreement, and was about to ask a question when the older man said in a thick voice, to make sure that all of our boys are erect when they hit the stage, several of us have volunteered to suck anyone who feels he needs a little extra help in keeping it up!
I was lying down in the burning vastness of the never ending dried out dessert dying of thirst and starvation. I was only twenty three years of age and had always been told I was good looking but now I was covered in scars caused by the sun beating down on my ravished, half naked body.
Peter couldn't believe he was actually sucking on another man's cock. He was scared and nervous at first but soon got the hang of it as it slipped in and out of his mouth. In fact, he realised he was enjoying it as the captain's pre-cum leaked out onto his tongue.
The changing room is always hot and humid. Steam billows from the shower, guys drip pool water and condensation rises from their bodies. No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch him.
As he stretched up to reach as high into the tree as he could his tee shirt lifted from his jeans and I was immediately rewarded with the sight of his tanned back. His spine showed through his skin, not a hint of fat anywhere and a line of dark hair ran into the waste band of his trousers.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it for you. Want to see my packet? Here you go mate, like the bulge? I'm already hard for you, already feel my precum starting to damp the insides of these Speedos.
The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on him!!! No one knew where he was, and worse yet, he was in the thrall of a woman who was about to use him in the most vile sexually abusive way he could think of, and if screaming would have done any good.
The blonde man walked out, closed the door and without stopping walked straight up to Martin. He put his hands on his shoulders and planted his moist lips on his, Martin felt a bolt of electricity run through his body as their hungry mouths devoured each other's saliva.
Duke Walker stood under the burning needles of the shower in his bathroom while letting the hot water waft over his well muscled body! Oh man was he ever tired, ten long hours on that hot roof laying shingles was enough to sap the strength of anyone, and he was a twenty five year old in great physical condition!
There were seven or eight big black guys man-handling me to one of the
larger huts. There was a dull light coming from the hut as they dragged me
in. In the light I could see there were ten black men.