Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Axel had pushed me to my limits. I let out a yelp and blew a load onto Axel’s stomach. He kissed me once more and then wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. We drifted off to sleep. I had never been happier.
After a long beach day and a nasty sunburn, Kobi wasn’t up for partying. But his college buddy Drew insisted on meeting at a gay bash, and he reluctantly agreed, only to stumble into the wrong place. A party was happening and he was welcomed by three young Black stallions. Soon one said, “Get that pretty little mouth on my big fuk rod and don’t come up for air until you nut me.” Wrong place, but…
This is the continuing fictional story about probably the most gorgeous man to ever wear wrestling tights. Bill Goldberg. This is my story of a romantic yet HOT encounter with the man of my desires. My story itself does not by any means reflect the sexual preference of the guy. YET if he would let me. I would worship him.
The last session with Sir Jace was so exceptional. It was an extraordinary birthday experience I won’t soon forget. The bar was set very high, and for future encounters, I never imagine to hit the highs and heights, but never say never.
Two Highschool buddies ditched their technical education for the day. They found a quiet spot to have a picnic together. It quickly turned into a dick-lick instead. And that got really rough once two burly biker guys found them in their favorite cruising spot. The bikers knew how to educate the young men - Taking the boys for the proverbial ride of their lifetime.
Master Tylor's other bitch-boy, Jim Rozewood, and his gang got tasked to beat-up Dylan Stockman. The homies jumped him, not knowing he was under the Master's protection. It turned out that Stockman was a tough nut to crack. The Master had taught the punk well. And used his newfound sexual skills to dominate the black alley cat in a gay leather club.
As I scoured the knob with my tongue, Josh whimpered a little. He whimpered more and louder when I deep throated his stick and began bobbing on both the knob and half the shaft. I set up a counter rhythm to Clyde’s jack hammering.
Firsts are always special. And with Dan, the “firsts” just kept coming. What I thought would be a reenactment of our first night turned into much, much more. I threw my leg over his abs and settled my ass on his rod, forcing it deep inside me once again.“It’s called ‘the cowboy’”, he said with a grin.
I didn’t really care. All I knew was that his hard, thick cock felt so good up my ass.
You've just arrived at the base, the other recruits are all hot young men, horny, and ready to fuck. first chapter is low on kinks, but second and third increase by a fair margin, so be warned ;)
The white virgin punk from next door had an itch only a butch black daddy-cock could alleviate. He got introduced into domination by this older leather biker.
Firsts are always special.
It had started innocently enough. When I had gone to paint one of Dan’s bedrooms, Kyle was there instead of Dan. Up until then, I didn’t know Kyle even existed. A roommate? A partner? A husband!? I wasn’t sure.
But it led to my first three-way and first spit-roast.
Drinking is a great way to spend a Friday night but Kyle, a smooth talking military boy makes the night even more exciting. It's not long before his curiosity gets the best of him, and this military boy won't let anything hold him back.
This is my 4th story in my journey of discovery of the the joys of gay sex. I started with an old friend that turned out to be bi, then I was seduced by one of the gay landlords of my local pub, who then arranged a threesome for me with him & his partner. This story is of how all four of us got together for one hell of a debauched party session, with me at the centre of their attention, lucky me!
After our Friday night encounter I wasn’t sure if I’d ever hear from Diego again. I’d never seen him so angry before. I can’t ever tell if it’s real or role play? If real, he’s one hell of an actor because for me it all seems authentic.
The day after Diego loaned me out to his buddy for a blow job, my key holder returned from his trip. I was made to work hard for my freedom, but that is another story for another time. On the very next day, I was contacted by Diego.
I walked into the restroom to take a shower, as the water cascaded over my body I heard someone come in. The shower curtain opened and he stepped in, pushing me into his body, kissing me, I reciprocated to his advancement.
An alpha muscle-bound college jock, secretly gay and inexperienced, he desperately wanted to feel a cock in his mouth. He thought that his little nerd roommate would be an easy practice, but he was wrong.
As I enjoy the sun and the skimpy-clad bodies, oiled and tanned, my dick reminds me that I need a hole. I walk over to the bar for a beer, and there is this dude lying on his back, wearing Speedos and bulged,