I got up and he pulled me by my throbbing 9 inch dick. Brad pushed me on the bed and started working my dick. He went up and down my pole like a pro as he rubbed my pecs with his left hand and felt my steel abs with his right.
The sex with Rob was gut shattering, but it didn't satisfy Braden's suddenly insatiable desire for this new kind of sex. He walked around the first floor a couple of times to make sure none of the other guys were out of their rooms; or worse, the coach.
He started to fuck my mouth. He did it faster and faster with his hand on my head. He moaned with his face contorted into pleasure. He filled my mouth with warm sweet cum.
I turned and walked away. I think it was fair to say that this part of my education was complete now. I could have fooled myself into rationalizing that Ben was getting what he needed, frequent milking to alleviate that hard cock condition he had.
I wadded the jock up in my fist and opened the door and looked out into the barracks. There were several guys still in their bunks, probably sleeping it off, too. One guy was reading, another was polishing his boots.
As the plane touched down, my thoughts were to make this trip the catalyst to strip David from my life, relax, and get on with things. After claiming my baggage, I got a cab to the secluded resort.
Then I found out about that sheath covering his cock. He tilted up my ass with hands under my butt. His cock slid into me again, and I found that the sheath was electrified too. But the voltage here was higher.
I circled around his nipple a few more times before I moved to licking his armpit. As he shoved my face in deeper, I rubbed my fully erect now throbbing cock. He told me that was enough and leaned down to kiss me.
Okay so there weren't cameras then, nor were the pictures going to be on some porn site. Still, it really wasn't any different. Besides, the idea that he was hot enough to be filmed, was a turn on.
I don't know how long I stood staring at his body and his crotch, but it seemed that all of a sudden he was beside me, closing the bedroom door. As I heard the door click shut, I looked up at his face in surprise.
Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts.
He could hear him moan, imagine how he would be a massive pool of sweat, as he would push in, then when he could go no further, how he would twist his hips, making his cock jerk from side to side.
A whaling siren, as a cop car sped toward us, brought me from my daydreams. My cock was painfully proud in my bell-bottoms, my hands gripping tightly upon Tex's solid sex. I brought my palms smartly around his waist, embarrassed flushes filling my cheeks.
It was odd, but here he was, his own clothes already off and on the floor. Paul on the other hand was very methodical. His pants hung over the back of the chair, his shirt draped over the back as well, but spread open, so it wouldn't wrinkle.
He leaned forward, where his chest was on my back. He was still breathing hard; I felt his big cock start to go limp in me. He reached around and started to play with my nipples, rub my belly, he slowly worked his way to my cock and found it was almost hard again.
Then, holding the gun in front of him with trembling hand, he tentatively moved out of the room. He instinctively moved from one well-lit spot to the next, not even consciously knowing why, just knowing somehow that that was an important thing for him to do.
Staring down at Len, at the way his lips were pouting, his nostrils flaring as he waited, he didn't give a rat's ass if Len's cock was 10 inches or 5 inches. He loved how it felt, how it tasted, and the grin on his face grew wider as he turned away, to stare at the bottles on his night table.
No matter, Rick and Steve now changed positions and I readied myself to accomodate Steve's weapon. Thankfully, Rick said to Steve that might be good to empty the rest of the lubricant into my asshold. Rick had stretched my asshole to the point that I barely felt the nozzle go into me, although the coolness of the lubricant did feel good on my now-burning asshole.
Gradually he let his muscle loosen their hold, gradually allowing Ilya's enormous cock to move in and out faster, and go in deeper with each thrust. Dennis felt himself crushing down more and more with each thrust.
Long strands of hair swept lightly across his chest. A hand was still caressing his chest, and he knew it wasnt Tylers. Another hand was pulling on his cock, jerking it, as Tyler continued to drive his cock in and out of him.
Their dicks were like pistons working on counterbalance, keeping me filled to the limit and rubbing against each other in ways that must have given them a great more pleasure than they'd been able to get in Doug's ass with the sheaths they had been wearing.
The only sound he could hear was the beat of his heart, the rapid breathing of Cully, as he lay there, exhausted. His eyes flickered, as he looked up to the sprawled body next to him.
The brunette was cooing when I pulled out of her, pushed her and Doug onto their backs on the chaise, spread Doug's legs, and entered him. I didn't stop to rub his prostate or anything else, but pushed in a good six inches, before he had the presence of mind to scream.
Over the past few years I had been especially curious about having a relationship with another man. I would often fantasize about having sex with men while masturbating to homosexual pornography.
All of this was too much for me; I had never imagined, not to mention seen, anything like this. And I shot off a load of semen down Don's throat. Don now lost focus on my cock and balls and moved back to in front of me.
It was like being burnt by the end of a cigarette or something. Yet as soon as it hit, as soon as the burning sensation grew, it stopped. His body was shaking, as Travis collapsed on top of him. It felt like their two bodies suddenly were melting.
It was two weeks before another Hornet's home game, but on that night Gage was there, cheering on his hero from the stands. Afterward, he found Andre alone in the shower. Chucking his own clothes off, he padded into the shower.
Emile watched with great interest as the younger sailor followed the older sailor's direction, his hands fluttering all over the older man's belly, flanks, and chest, his back muscles and biceps rolling in the weak light from a nearby floodlight.
We each had another glass or two of wine and he said that he was ready for another session. I then got back on my knees and began sucking his cock until he was hard and ready again. I looked up and told him, "When you're ready to shoot, don't worry; I want your cum. Put your hands behind my head and shoot it down my throat."
Nicky needed something BIG up inside him to help dislodge his balls so when Gary powered up him with his huge cock, it was size that made all the difference.
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.
Gage did as Emile commanded him, and, when Emile draped Gage's right leg up his torso and entered him in a side split and slowly pushed in and pumped and churned to an eleven-inch depth. He was stroking Gage's cock, and when Gage was ready to ejaculate, Emile withdrew and went to the cock with his mouth, drinking in all of Gage's manly juices.
Thereupon Emile rose and stretched along the young man's body, and placed his lips upon the gardener's lips and locked his violet eyes on the gardener's hazel eyes. The gardener was weakly trying to return the pressure of the kiss.