e didn't have a whole lot in common, except maybe liking some of the same movies and bands. But what we did have in common was great sex. We sort of developed a routine that we stuck with the whole time we dated, which was about a year I guess.
I knew exactly what she meant. I removed her shoes by gripping the heels between my teeth, then made love to her silk stockinged feet with my mouth. Though she retained her tight grip on my hair, she did not manipulate me in any particular direction.
Bull felt something warm and wet ooze between his forefinger and thumb. Looking down, he noticed fresh precome was already leaking from the mushroom-shaped head of the local boy's dick.
The throbbing itch in Bull's jeans now pulsed at full steam, robbing the last of the moisture from his mouth. Stopping long enough to give the meaty fullness between his legs an obvious squeeze, he charged the hockey jock, tackling him back onto the bed.
He felt the caged heat between Inky's legs stab into his crotch. With fresh, clean sweat dripping off his face to spatter across the other sergeant's cheek, Bull's eyes met Inky's, and this time, neither man broke away.
Spreading my legs, I let my hand fall between them. Gently, I rubbed my groin through my sweat-pants with the back of my hand. It felt good. I kept it up, and the twink smiled at me. I looked at the hunk and he nodded slightly.
He wanted to bury himself in the hot, male-smelling richness of the young man's body, finding something like heaven in his armpits, toes, the heaviness of his full nuts, the thickness of his cock, and the tight, hairy asshole he had plundered like an invading army.
I couldn't help myself while Manuel spotted me on the bench press. I kept staring up his shorts, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ample bulge that was packed in there. Unfortunately, Manuel's snowy white jockey shorts covered his basket completely.
I reached out to grab his crotch. As I squeezed the hard budge in my hand, my own cock ached in my pants. The guard let out a soft moan as my hand lingered, and I squeezed his dick even harder.
Bull realized he was not alone in his excitement. As he'd expected, Oscar's dick was uncut. A dark pink head poked out and up toward him from between thick folds of darker, tan-colored foreskin.
I could feel my asshole pucker at the thought of the big tool spreading me open and impaling me like some great, fleshy spear. I tried not to show my excitement and get on with my job.
One of my best friends was named Craig. I'd always felt a little plain next to him, even though I knew I was pretty cute myself. Craig had always been handsome, but as he grew up he got more and more sexy until model scouts were pestering him to sign with their agencies.
He wanted me to dominate him, and I really liked his ass. The thought of being inside him made my breath come in short gasps, and my heart pound. I also knew it was important to control him as utterly as possible.
Wasting no time, he plunged his unshaved face between Oscar's hard, hairy ass cheeks and dabbed at the musty-smelling hole at their center with his tongue.
His cock was huge and for the first time in my life I was hoping this guy would cum. My jaw was killing me and well honestly I wanted a load. It had been a week and I really need to taste someone' s cum real soon.
Bull clamped down his eyes and focused only on shooting what promised to be one hell of a load down the other man's throat. "Tell me how much you love my cock," he huffed under his breath.
His body was immaculate; huge bulging arms, ripped chest, broad shoulders, the works. He had a sexy face too, partially hidden by long wet locks of hair that hung down over his eyes.
One taste of pitcher Derek Conway's asshole was all it took for Sergeant Thomas John Bullen to realize there was nothing better than eating baseball player butt.
The air was charged with sexual tension. I was glad Stephen had made the first move. I had been to uptight to do anything. When his knee brushed against mine again, my heart was pounding an erratic rhythm and knot rose in my throat.
One of the guys put a pillow under my hips, and told me that I was going to be getting 'seriously fucked now'. They were in their early forties, and in pretty good shape for the most part. I was so turned on my all of this.
How did I wind up getting jerked off by a total stranger in the garage of my apartment building, praying that none of my neighbors would walk in? How did someone as shy as myself end up with my shorts pulled down, rubbing my crotch against another man's anxious butt?
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.
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.
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.
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.