Three weeks pasted and Darius was learning very quickly, he was even able to hold out for a few minutes when sparring with Markus. Darius was jumping and rolling out of the way as Markus shoots off shadow orbs at him. He stopped in place and put his hands together, then did a quick spell and faced his hands towards Markus and a sphere of electricity surrounded him.
Alex, a young executive, walks into a sex shop in Soho for a browse one lunchtime. Unknowingly, he has also walked into a trap that was set for him years before. It is the start of a nightmare in which his past finally catches up on him and seems likely to prove lethal.
Isaac spent his summers traveling, doing paintings and sketches. This summer he decided to stay in the region and travel the country side for subjects.
On any given night, especially after about 11 PM, the storage room would be very crowded and every man down there was either getting or giving whatever his personal desire was. Brad's ass was a rather well known, no-- a 'very well known', element of the basement. He spent so much time down there, totally naked, face and hands up against the wall, leaning against the wall as if to be making love to it,
Gary and Jon got in Gary's car. As they exited the parking lot, Gary looked at Jon and grinned. Jon returned the grin. For a moment neither man said anything!
As Brad pulled his jock strap and his cut-offs up and covered his very, very happy ass, he heard, who he could only refer to as officer #1, say, "OK get yourself all presentable, and head for the sidewalk.
Spencer found the disc two weeks ago and its existence haunted him day and night, interrupting his studies, breaking his ability to focus in his classes, and making his conversations with Ian, his roommate, difficult.
"No, No Jamie! No! Don't fuck me, please! No! Don't! Please, I can't take that!" Mike actually screamed, and attempted to jump up as Jamie told him he just had to fuck his ass.
Jason is traumatized by a tragedy at a fire and Mark helps his friend regain his manhood in a test of sexual supremacy. First the cop tops the fireman. "You feel that, stud? Take's a real man to ride this cop's big club." But later the naked cop is bound, spread-eagled, taunted by the fireman. "Your turn, officer, to feel a fireman's rod drilling your ass." But in the end it is young Ben whose love heals his master.
Suddenly the light came fully on, and as Ryan looked around he saw he was surrounded by six older men. They were in a variety of states of dress all wearing different amounts of leather.
The second pair of hands that had been working Raymond's nipples joined the third in providing a tongue for his hunger ass, his taint, and his hairy balls. Both tongues licked and slurped with exquisite expertise that sent Raymond into quivers, trembles, and moans of pleasure.
Suddenly the light came fully on, and as Ryan looked around he saw he was surrounded by six older men. They were in a variety of states of dress all wearing different amounts of leather.
I lay there gasping, until they picked me up and had me on my knees on the bench. Tom began to work more oil onto my ass and started to ass fuck me with several fingers, slopping all the oozing cumm around my ass and thighs.
I will say, I looked good. Geoff grabbed a red handkerchief and pushed into my right rear pants pocket. "For good luck," he said. Luck? We were off to fuck! He grabbed the duffle bag and we headed out to the car. My ass felt cool on the leather seats.
This is a series of four short stories by 18-year-old Eric and his steamy sexual Gay encounters with fellow seniors during his senior year in an all male high school academy.
Ryan had been waiting for the start of college for years. He could wait to move out of his parent's house. The freedom to stay up as late as he wanted to eat and drink what he wanted. While he had scored a little pussy in high school, now he'd be free to bring girls into his room and fuck `em when ever he wanted. Cody was his best friend. They had been friends for ages.
Fuck, sweet hole. Still a little damp, nice and hairy until you get right up to his hole. I lapped like a dog in heat. He moaned. "That's it, get in there pig."
I went to my basement shower and looked at my tattooed ass in a mirror. I felt like a slave whore. I had a man's name and date of ownership on my body, like I was a car or something. I was liking the idea of being my master's property. I didn't have to shave, but I already started worrying about how painful it was going to be in two weeks to have my cock, balls, ass, nipples, legs and body WAXED! Shit, that's gonna hurt!
I was able to make it through the night without using the bucket in my cell as a toilet. Master came to get me, let me relieve myself in his bathroom before he tied me doggie style to a coffee table in his bedroom. He face fucked me for a while, but then he said he'd save his cum for later.
Instead of talking, Josh announced he'd decided to go home. We both needed time to sort things out, he said, and he'd be back in the morning. I said something like, 'sure' and didn't believe him. He looked at me straight, and said, "No, I mean it!" And strangely, I knew he did. Somehow, doubt of Chad's truthfulness had fled, despite his obvious deception of more than 20 working days with me.