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.
I raised my hands to his shoulders and gripped solid muscle, beneath cool, shiny leather. At the same time, his hands reached for my waist. An instant later, we were kissing, lips crushing lips, tongues thrusting hungrily.
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.
Finally I got him to turn his head slightly, looking down toward my cock. I was fully hard now, and as soon as I had his attention, I stepped back, moved my hand and gave him the full view.
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 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.
He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me close up against him. I could feel that he, too, was stiff as a steel rod. He had to be at least 8 inches. My hands slid to his firm butt and I grabbed to hold on.
Greg instructed me to turn around and lean against the wall, arms and legs apart, ass thrust towards the camera. Kneeling behind me, he tugged my jeans down to my knees, then adjusted the waistband of my underwear, so that my clenched cheeks were displayed to maximum effect.
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.
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.
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.
He slowly pulled down my fly then unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. I wriggled my jeans down to about my knees. My Jockey shorts were tented my engorged cock and moist from my dribbling precum.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
His pale blue eyes locked on the centerfold Bull had opened to. Now, so close to the young soldier, Bull could smell the other man's excited breaths, the odor of uniform boots left at the edge of the sleeping bag along with his neat, folded battle-dress uniform.
Bull unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He stepped out, and like Jake was now down to a pair of nut-smelling white briefs. He sat beside the younger man on the half of the bed he'd been relegated to.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
By now I was completely horny and ready for sex. I wanted to do more than watch; I wanted to find someone to get me off. An older guy with a decent body touched my hard-on as I wandered down the hall.
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 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.