About 10 minutes before closing time, I grabbed him and hauled him into one of the old storerooms. I put him up against the wall and kissed him, hard, my tongue going deep in his mouth. He sucked it and put my hand on his hard cock and rubbed it up and down.
We were naked in the water, wrapped in each other's arms, floating in that magic sea. Our tongues danced together and our hands slid over each other. It was like a dream, floating in that glowing water. The arousal was intense, but our movements were deliberately slow.
He gasped and arched his back in shock as my tongue slid over the head of his cock. I lapped up the precum that poured from him, then fastened my mouth around his silky head and sucked hard. He gripped the sheet into two fists, let out an agonized howl and exploded cum into my mouth.
I opened my eyes when I felt something touch my painfully hard cock. It was Kick, who was on his knees beside my chair, moving his open mouth on the front of my pants along my bulge. I stared at him, with remarkable calm, then looked at Dennis.
I rose up and pressed the head of my 9 inches to his asshole. Even the rimming hadn't relaxed him enough to take my big dick. I pushed, a little harder than I should have. His hole slowly tore open, pulling the head of my cock inside him.
We lay naked together on the cot, kiss and exploring with our hands. I was so hard it hurt, but wanted it to last. I was the basic primitive one, and I had gone romantic. The normally poetic Chas had become an animal.
"I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as long as you can. Then I want you to not hate me." I looked at my long time friend and my very hard cock. I grinned at him. "Well, if we're going to dance, you're gonna have to lead, my man."
His cock slamming into me so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat I was not sure I would stay conscious through it all, but I did. Finally, spent from his orgasm, he lay forward, slumping over me and gently caressing me with his big but gentle hands.
Paul sat on the bed with me as Jeff adjusted the camera. They had me tell a little bit about myself, staring into the camera. Paul stroked my back with one hand and my thigh with the other as I talked. Finally, he leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue in my ear.
I put the head of the dildo against his hole and pushed it in...slowly...an inch at a time. He shuddered as it went deeper and deeper into him. I began to pump it up and down, grinning at the amount of it he took inside. His hole was stretched huge, and I trembled when I looked at it.
He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. "What on earth are you going to do?" I asked. He grinned. "Everything," he said, his voice husky.
e invited me over to his place pretty much right away, and gave me the address. It was about a fifteen minute drive away from my place, and I stroked my hardening cock as I drove there, my heart pounding in excitement.
I spread my legs a little and put my hand on my shorts, giving my dick a subtle rub. "Don't suppose you can give me a lift home?" I asked, staring right into his sexy brown eyes. God, I wanted this virgin!
Traci got down off her ladder, showing as much leg as possible. She also smiled, showing her dimples. When she stood in front on the desk, she noticed that he was not smiling. She began to feel a little nervous.
I was ready to shoot - 'Take it all' I gasped as I felt my balls getting ready to let go. Her hand started moving faster on her cock as I began plunging my dick into her mouth harder and faster. Fuck, she could really keep up!
"Tell me you're my bitch," he growled at me. "Tell me." He continued to spank, and I informed every hearing person for blocks that I was Alan's bitch. He was so aroused he was shaking.
That incredible mouth came down on mine and he took me with his tongue. It was everything I dreamed it would be, and his hand took my cock, this thumb rubbing my precum over the swollen head. We got into a steamy bath of oily bubbles without unlocking our mouths.
I looked back at him and watched him slide a rubber down onto his cock. With his hands on my bare back, I pushed my face back into his pillow, trying not to cry out as his thick cock buried itself up my ass.
As soon as I saw him, I knew the twink was a newcomer to this scene. He was there alone, off in a corner on the upper level, looking around with a mix of fear and bewilderment.
He held his hand there, on mine, as I massaged the inside of his leg and when I made to "accidentally" brush up against his boner, he took it firmly and planted it on his boner and pressed it in so that I could feel how hard he was.
He was about my age, nicely built from what I could tell, and as we walked by each other our eyes met and held each other's gaze for that telltale second longer than straight guys do. I knew he was on my team.
I kept bobbing my head, sliding my tight, wet lips up and down his shaft, relaxing my throat, determined that every inch was going to be mine. I could feel his huge, mushroom shaped head at the top of my throat. I slid my palms up and down his muscled thighs, around to his tight, round ass.
he asked me back to his place. It wasn't far, and we walked there in silence. He lived in a basement suite in a large house, so we went in quietly and were naked in his room pretty quick. He was chubby, but he had a nice cock, and he pushed me to my knees and told me to suck him.
I was told to suck his penis as well, and so I did for a while. The Master had his hand on my head the entire time, to establish a physical relationship with me, in order to communicate his desires to me. He had told me that he liked submissive men, and I was trying to read what he wanted in his touch.
It was here that he asked me if I was into scenes of any kind. I asked him to be more specific. He said he was into enemas, and that he loved to see a guy lie down and take a good-sized enema up his ass like a man.
Dean led me around the back of the station, into the employee bathroom, which was actually pretty clean. He went to tell his boss he was going on break, and when he came back I was naked and ready.
Scott sucked him for all he was worth, taking him deep, holding onto his hips for leverage as he bobbed his head faster and faster. Sean's brief moment of dominance disappeared. I got up, stood behind Sean and held onto him as Scott's skilled mouth sucked out every drop of cum he had.
Even the Motor Vehicle Department couldn't take a bad photo of that angelic face. He had huge blue eyes, with long dark lashes. Thick, pale blonde hair.
He just had a skimpy towel wrapped round his waist and it was made to look smaller by his massive, muscular body. He looked like he could have been a professional bodybuilder. His torso was a perfect mass of muscles and his legs were like two tree trunks.
I kissed him and sucked his tongue. He picked me up as if I were weightless, and carried me to my bedroom. He put me down on my bed and took off his shorts. I looked at his thick, curly pubic hair and the huge fucking rod he was pointing at me. He had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever heard of.
I then called the other guy, who lived a floor above me. Tom was tall and hot looking, in his late twenties with long hair and a strong jaw. He was pretty kinky, and while he didn't like to do anything in the way of role playing, he loved being a top.
He did something that made it feel like his throat was milking my cock, and I shot cum long and hard. I couldn't hear anything over my own howls, or feel anything outside the shell of my body that was trying to contain the biggest fucking cum of my life.
We swam in the lake for a while like two erotic fish, hands and mouths all over each other. The sun started to glide towards the horizon and the temperature dropped along with it. By the time we made it back to his camp, we were shivering.
I agreed, and we got right into things. I was directed to remove my clothes, which were taken away. I was to be on my hands and knees unless granted the privilege of standing, and I was to address him as 'Master' all the time. He put a leather collar on my neck, a thick black one with studs on it.
As he scoured the inside of Roger's mouth with his tongue, Nick kept rubbing and pressing against his cock until it was hard as a rock. He wanted him to want it bad. He could feel his hands on his butt and he could tell by the way he was squeezing it that it was working.