Jake, a 20-year-old college student and son of parents who own a large farm, turned to a college professor for advice regarding a problem with a female relationship. The meeting with the professor resulted in Jake discovering the ultimate pleasure of man on man sex.
"Ahh, that feel so good," I moan as his tongue laps at my hairy hole, "get me wet, lover, get my hairy hole ready for that cock of yours."He slurps me up with wild abandonment, like a prisoner locked up in sustained confinement, deprived of food, readying himself for his last meal, which is my hole, presently.
The first time Graham saw him, he knew Chase was his fantasy man, the farm boy, slightly rough around the edges, but he hadn't considered how cocky his fantasy could be toward him.
Julian discovered him far from the road, down on the creek that cut through the pines, at a small pool deep enough to swim, and he hid in behind the trees and watched him.
I was on my fishing boat, working the coves of my favorite lake all afternoon on this warm summer day, with limited success I might add. I spotted him just as I was coming around a bend. He was all alone tanning on the white sandy beach, a healthy looking young man with blonde hair and with a smooth swimmers build. I was surprised to see that he was sunbathing in the nude.
David was desperate for love. In me he had found more that he had hoped for in that he meant as much to me as I did to him. Once again I knew I would do any thing he asked. I'd go anywhere to be with him, and I'd face any danger to please him.
Have you ever been camping when everyone is sitting around the fire and you all hear a strange noise coming from the creepy darkness of the woods? It's fun and scary all at the same time, right? Well, that happened when I was camping with some of my straight buddies this summer, and I guess that's what gave me the idea for this story. I hope you like it.
James was driving home, cruising through the countryside and the places along the way brought back memories, especially when he passes the Russell Farm.
Taking the secondary roads can let a mind wander, have the time to work through some issues or frustrations, but if something changes the dynamic, like mechanical trouble, then it can just go to shit.
"You gonna pound his ass like you said you do?" Rex says, "I wanna see it." "Oh, I will," I boast. My motions are swift and powerful. In the steam-filled shower room, the echoes of flesh against flesh fill the large communal wet room. The Coach's silky wet muscular walls of his ass are squeezing me with varying intensity. I let out barely audible moans, as his ass grips me and brings me closer and closer to filling him with my much sought after ...
I was in rural Tennessee when I ran out of gas. It was very rural, even backwoodsy; a place where you probably didn't want to be stranded after dark. It was high noon and hot. I'd turned off the highway at a truck stop and headed into the hill country and I'd misjudged the distance.
Like I said, that was the first of many camping trips. David was insatiable when we were out in the woods, and he was more loving. I liked that about him, and to this day, I still get a tingly horny feeling when I'm in a woods and remember our times together.