Mark and I worked at the same bar in Colorado and we ended up being good pals. He was very gay and at the time I was mildly curios. He had a big time foot fetish which seemed harmless enough as he loved massaging my feet and I loved him doing it.
Now that I think about, I'm guessing that frigid bitch of a counselor is probably herself a closet lesbian who secretly wants to get into my wife's panties herself.
Jay bit down on Tank's ear and pinched his nipples. Tank screamed. Jay slapped his ass cheeks and then spread them wide. "All right, motherfucker. You asked for it." He took aim and rammed his pile-driver up Tank's ass in one savage thrust. Tank screamed in pain as Jay knew he would, but he didn't care. He had to show him who was the boss.
Why do I refer to these submissive faggots as girls? Because that's what they are, dude. Real men like me know that faggots are just another type of girl.
At the gym, a man meets up with a gorgeous hunk who turns out to be a sergeant in the National Guard. The sergeant asks for a ride to his girlfriend's cabin, and the man soon finds out that the sergeant has other plans in mind for the weekend, and he's not the only one. Four other men join in the hot action.
He was no more beautiful than at the point of his strong, three-gushes of ejaculation deep inside me. I was almost at the point of coming again myself, and Tony took care of pumping me off in a fountain of sperm between our bellies before he collapsed his sweating torso on mine.
A Man on his way home from a business trip is pulled over by a police car. He is subsequently taken captive by a group of officers who force him to submit to them.
When they both were spent, they just lay there, Folsom stretched on top of the African, and watched the ship's passage through rocks of the Loreley, with their legend of siren songs luring seafarers to their death on the tricky shoals of the passage of the Rhine between two rocky crags.
His whole body was trembling now as he leaned down more. He wanted more of that tongue inside, and Stephen obliged him as he felt his lover's head pushing up into his buttocks. The nose was hurting him, but he didn't care as he felt the tongue twirling around inside.
Chris had been watching me, and he had tensed up tightly when he felt the lubricant at his hole. I took up the hand lotion tube, squeezed out a good amount and crouched astride his thighs. Starting with his neck and shoulders and biceps, I massaged his muscles, working out his tensions.
Once in his room we pushed him down on his bed. My friend held his upper body flat down on the bed while I tied his arms to the bedposts. I just love four-poster beds, don't you? Once Jake was tied my friend took my video camera from the bag and began to film me taking off Jake's sock and shoes. Then his shorts. I was right. Instead of the boxers he usually wore, he was clad in briefs.