Carlos gently pulled the lads cheeks open wider and gnawed at his aroused arse lips, the man’s cock was rock hard and was producing so much pre cum, it was like a leaking faucet. The thick goo was oozing from his foreskin in globs, down his shaft to his hairy sack which swung heavily between his knees as his balls were full with nearly a weeks’ worth of seed and ready to explode.
The Secret Service prostitution scandal was only a couple of years old, and after making an off-colour joke to a serving officer at a hotel bar, he forgave and we spent the weekend fucking.
This is an fictional story of sex with men from an internet chat site. This is completely fictional as most of the men live far far away. Some are straight, some gay and many bisexual.
But all are hot, hot , hot.
This is a Fictional story about the guy I saw at a fish store. Definitely gay as he was with a very effeminate friend. But it was this hot bearded guy that caught my eye. Hot, beefy and he wore green colored jeans that were so snug around his big package.
“No fucking way! How the hell are you guys?!” Both Rob and I turned to the sound and saw Ed moving towards us. “Fuck.” I heard Rob say under his breath before he shifted to a grin and held his hand out as Ed approached our table. I was thinking the same thing as the firefighter moved to our table, Rob's knee releasing itself from my leg. Ed was already eying me as if I was dessert.
My heart leapt up as I saw his face, completely shaven clean. His Italian features made his 5 o’clock shadow look even darker against his newly smooth face, giving him that masculine look. He had on a pair of baggy jeans and his red and black flannel shirt, untucked, with the sleeves rolled up over his massive forearms. And he was barefoot. And ready for me.
He was standing there, stark naked in the middle of the trees, hands on his hips again smiling at me. He looked like a Greek god of some sort, free as the day he was born, as if he was meant to be wandering around the forest naked. And what a sight. Head to toe muscles. Legs thick and defined. Body sculpted. And he was all mine.
Walking for Loads sounds like a charity fundraiser doesn’t it, but it’s just what happened on warm afternoon out for a walk in the woods with a fuck buddy.
I waited for him to hang up. I wondered what it would be like if he were snuggled up next to me. I could rub his head and help him relax. I thought about what I had done that afternoon. I felt guilty about it as if I were cheating on Jeff.
“Ooohhhhh yeeeaaahhhh! There’s nothing like soaking your meat in a hot, wet mouth – especially one with talent. Kid! You’ve got cock sucking talent to spare. LOOK UP AT ME! You look just like a puppy begging for a bone. Good thing I’ve got bone to spare. Eat the big bone, kid, eat the big fucking bone!”
He was woken up the next morning by the sound of his phone buzzing. Rubbing his eyes, he unlocked his phone to check his messages, and saw he had received a message from an unknown number.“Follow my instructions carefully if you don’t want me to expose you to everyone you know.”, the message read. “ Send me a picture of yourself, fully naked, with “I am a faggot bitch” written just above your coc
It’s Friday night again and there is a line of studs waiting to unload their cum and I’m ready to collect it. This time though, I have to pay my dues to a street cop.
"Can you stop by on your way home from work?" I read Rob’s text on my phone and my crotch bulged immediately. I looked at my watch: 4:37pm. And then my phone vibrated again. "Home alone. And need to seed." My cock took over. "I'm leaving now." "Just come right in and upstairs." He typed back, and I wondered how I would find my muscled cop when I got there.
He got up, climbed toward my mouth, tickling my body with his hands and with his dick. He kissed me for a long time then he stopped. I opened my eyes; he was looking at me. “Fuck me!”, he practically begged.