By cumfusion 11 Dec 2007
And in the middle of his knob around his sperm hole his precum tasted really sharp. It was like it was on fire! Soon I could see waves of spasm in his groin as his buttocks kept clasping together...but what were they doing to my anus?
By Lee O' Sullivan 28 Nov 2007
Lee didn't bother to try to pull in his stomach at all, knowing that even if he did so it would make no difference to the solid tight muscle. He had an impressively narrow waist, with a thick leather belt looping through the black uniform trousers, which looked as though they had been cut to fit his long legs, and tight muscular arse.
By Habu 14 Nov 2007
The man wrapped his arms around Ham and slashed him diagonally from left belly to right shoulder with long, sharp fingernails. He then dug the nails into Ham's nipples. Ham felt the pain, but it seemed to be distant; it seemed to be happening to someone other than him.
By cumfusion 12 Nov 2007
Now renamed 'Carla' after some trannies started putting some feminizing hormones up my ass, it was hopeless trying to pretend I was a man. My Rugby playing friends were determined to make sure of that.
By Gaystoryman 28 Oct 2007
It wasn't a put on, he could see the desire reflected in Ron's face, the same look he was getting from Andy as well. They were serious, and he had made the deal. He never thought he'd have to pay off, but he had been suckered.
By Gaystoryman 5 Sep 2007
He swallowed, staring at the amazing sight of a naked Ross. The candle light was flickering in the cabin, adding to the excitement and mood. His eyes must be like saucers, he thought, as he took in the small wiry frame of the young man.
By GayStoryTeller 18 May 2007
The press of his lips around his cock made him shudder. His hands pounded each side of the bed as Justin took his cock in one swoop. The lips moved quickly down the shaft, until his nose was pressing hard into Nate's groin. He felt the breathe on his crotch, and bit his lip. His eyes were shut but he opened them briefly, to stare down his shaking body.
By Lee Mariner 30 Apr 2007
Hurricane Isabel ripped the East Coast and damage was extensive. Aaron Coleman lost his fence, and after waiting for a repairman, Earl Foxwell, a local carpenter/fence installer arrived at Aaron's home. Earl was also good at other things beside mending fences, and Aaron learned how well he was qualified.
By Habu 23 Apr 2007
It was near dusk when Svend pulled up on his motorbike. I had stripped already, and as he approached the door, I moved onto the stairs next to the entry and pushed my cock and belly and chest and lips right up against the opaque glass, so that he could clearly see just those parts of me, offering myself to him through the glass.
By Habu 24 Jan 2007
Coming back for more: "Anwar lathered up my hole and his cock again, and then I cried out and grunted as he entered me a second time. I twisted in pain, as I could feel him driving farther into me than he had before, filling and stretching me."
By Stimle 8 Jan 2007
Palmer stripped off his tie and bound Harm's wrists behind his back. He ran his strong hands up Harm's chest and massaged his pecs, flicking his nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. Harm's head fell forward and he sighed deeply.
By Habu 15 Dec 2006
Learning to take it big and thick... and forever
By Morgan Grayson 11 Oct 2006
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.
By Neil Gosling 18 Sep 2006
I could feel Mike's fingers scraping against my raw arse cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover, and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and then all I felt was pure ecstasy.
By GSC 18 Sep 2006
Under his suit he was naked. His dark skinned chest was smooth, no dark hair like on his head where his hair was tight and curly. His dog-tags hung round his neck and rested between his well tight pecs.
By GSC 13 Sep 2006
The changing room is always hot and humid. Steam billows from the shower, guys drip pool water and condensation rises from their bodies. No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch him.