While the face was smooth, there were a few tiny hairs showing up on his chest. Jim had noticed them the day Garrett had been bending over the engine of his car, his shirt open. The smooth golden skin had made him drool a bit, but he knew no one else had seen it.
The black youth fought him feebly and whimpered as Gage jerked down his jeans and entered him slowly with his monster cock, which had already grown to over twelve inches just from the anticipation of a full feeding.
I looked a little dubious and not just a little embarrassed. He was right, though. What had I thought would go into an audition for male porn films? I went over and put my applications down on the desk and started to strip, neatly folding my clothes on the desk chair.
And in the middle of his knob around his sperm hole his precum tasted really sharp. It was like it was on fire! Soon I could see waves of spasm in his groin as his buttocks kept clasping together...but what were they doing to my anus?
It was like being burnt by the end of a cigarette or something. Yet as soon as it hit, as soon as the burning sensation grew, it stopped. His body was shaking, as Travis collapsed on top of him. It felt like their two bodies suddenly were melting.
It was out of character for him, yet in some ways it felt right. His plan had been to maybe do one quickie tonight, then head back after some food, and just soak in the tub for hours.
It was two weeks before another Hornet's home game, but on that night Gage was there, cheering on his hero from the stands. Afterward, he found Andre alone in the shower. Chucking his own clothes off, he padded into the shower.
Dakota was out of my mouth now, and he'd gone down below the edge of the bed and his mouth, and then his tongue, were at my asshole. The rimming, kissing, licking, nibbling and tongue plunging went on for several minutes, and it felt wonderful.
Emile watched with great interest as the younger sailor followed the older sailor's direction, his hands fluttering all over the older man's belly, flanks, and chest, his back muscles and biceps rolling in the weak light from a nearby floodlight.
We each had another glass or two of wine and he said that he was ready for another session. I then got back on my knees and began sucking his cock until he was hard and ready again. I looked up and told him, "When you're ready to shoot, don't worry; I want your cum. Put your hands behind my head and shoot it down my throat."
His chest ached, as he felt the tongue licking at his insides, felt it move in and out, moistening further his velvet lining. He felt his legs tremble, felt them quiver as the raging tremors found every single nerve he had.
Kelly was exhausted, and the cock was pulled from Tyler's grasp. Opening his eyes he saw Kelly leaning back, his body spent. His chest was heaving, like a piston at full throttle. The explosion came, from his own body and he watched his cum fly from between his hand, arching up and over in the space between him and Kelly.
The two laughed as they went off to the showers. Nicest ass on the East Coast was what translated to Sandy. Sandy collected nice asses. And he couldn't resist the challenge of having one that others said was the nicest to be had. Speaking of nice asses, though, there was that young naval captain very ripe and just ready for plucking over at the naval college.
Nicky needed something BIG up inside him to help dislodge his balls so when Gary powered up him with his huge cock, it was size that made all the difference.
Gage did as Emile commanded him, and, when Emile draped Gage's right leg up his torso and entered him in a side split and slowly pushed in and pumped and churned to an eleven-inch depth. He was stroking Gage's cock, and when Gage was ready to ejaculate, Emile withdrew and went to the cock with his mouth, drinking in all of Gage's manly juices.
Lee didn't bother to try to pull in his stomach at all, knowing that even if he did so it would make no difference to the solid tight muscle. He had an impressively narrow waist, with a thick leather belt looping through the black uniform trousers, which looked as though they had been cut to fit his long legs, and tight muscular arse.
Thereupon Emile rose and stretched along the young man's body, and placed his lips upon the gardener's lips and locked his violet eyes on the gardener's hazel eyes. The gardener was weakly trying to return the pressure of the kiss.
We must not neglect the wind down time, the smells of cum, lube, ass, and sweat - all the signs of man sex. The heart rate is coming down, but the memories of all that animal action still fresh.
Just like Dillon, he enjoyed sex. His own bulge was not exactly small time either. He didn't need to stuff socks down his pants, because when he was aroused, he held his own with those so called 'big dick' boys at the club.
Who knew that my high school sexual fantasies would some day come true? Who knew that the same sort of high school bullies that once called me "faggot" would secretly want to be bullied by a "faggot"? Who knew that so many straight men would respond to my L.A. Weekly ad?
But his recent exertions, where he has burst a condom and flooded my bum with his fuck juices, has drawn applause from a hitherto unseen audience of three equally muscular and handsome guys who were hidden in the trees...
The bodybuilder was feeling increasingly tired, he had developed a slight headache, and there was a quiet buzzing in his ears. He continued watching the movie screen, having a hard time focusing on it.
The mud, the hardships, were all old news. It wasn't that he was unsympathetic, just that he was starting to worry about Kelly. The way he had been last night, the way his touch seemed cold at times, as if he was no longer interested in Tyler.
Another condom and the youthful, athletic Miguel suspended in air in the back seat of the limo. Fists wrapped around straps above the back seat doors on either side, heels dug into headrests of the front seats, head buried into the middle of the top of the back seat.
Harry said what I needed was a 'fucking good enema' so he grabbed the syringe which I had nearby and filled the basin with warm soapy water. I watched his strong hairy forearms and the virile veins in his biceps bulging from the sleeves of his T shirt each time pulled up the plunger to charge the syringe.
Finally, in one move, I turned over and swung my arm over his chest. My hand rested on the tip of his shoulder and arm. The breathing never stopped or changed. I lay there taking in the touch of his skin. I smelled the sweet, just showered smell of deodorant soap.
The lawyer pulled his cock out of the younger man's ass, preparing to shoot his load on the younger man's stomach. But Emile had timed himself well. Quick as a flash, he came up from behind Breaux's ass, held the man's thighs in position with his hand, and had his mouth on the cock when it ejaculated, sending all of Breaux's semen down his throat.
Kelly had somehow managed to wangle a third ticket, after winning the first two from some radio show. He had no idea how he had done it, but he had. His Grandfather had been impressed too, and all week had been bragging about his grandson was taking him to a football game.
The cock jumped to fifteen inches. All the construction worker could feel was a weak pleasure, a oneness with his new lover and with that magnificent tool between his butt cheeks. He could feel himself melting away, but that's what he wanted now.
He couldn't help but call them kids, even if they were in the last years of their teens. Working at his daily grind had jaded him, or made him feel his age more than he should. Living alone was part of the problem, the other was that the local gay bar had closed.