Pete's sexual urges spell trouble. He growls at Brandon, "If you're gonna be my boy you gotta learn obedience - learn to take discipline." Then the senior boys subject Pete to a sexual trial of strength. "The Ranger stared up at Darius, his ten-inch black club swinging between his legs." Later Pete's sexual excess incurs the wrath of Adam. "The rugged Aussie leather-stud towered over the Ranger, eyes blazing."
The whole tribe gathers to welcome Ranger Pete. The boys get in line to stage a mind-blowingly erotic event. "Is that even possible?" Pete asks. "It is for our boys," Randy says proudly. Next, the boys service their masters, heads bobbing in unison. Then Randy, Bob and Mark strut their stuff in a top-man three-way. Finally Pete gets to choose one of the boys to work on. "An easy choice," he says to one of them.
Ranger Pete gets an education. 1) Jason shows Pete how to flaunt his body in his mirrored shower, "Just like two straight jocks muscle worshipping each other in the gym shower." 2) Bob teaches Pete how one top-man tops another. "Look into my eyes, Pete, 'cos you're gonna feel pleasure like you've never felt before." 3) Then Pete meets young Brandon who grins, "I give a terrific blow-job, sir."
Jason the fireman and Pete the forest ranger fight the fires together - the fires smoldering beneath their feet ... and in their loins. Later Pete salivates watching the shirtless fireman lying asleep. "Fucking beautiful," Pete murmurs. "I gotta have him." At home they confront the young gypsy Ben. Jason says, "Think you can handle a fireman and a ranger, boy? The ranger here can be plenty rough."
My cock was rock hard now and Darren put his arm around me. I cuddled up and enjoyed the show. After 10 minutes the scene had finished with the man taking two loads of cum in his mouth.
The Story Continues from...The House for Men, Part 1 (Chapters 1-21), Asleep On the Couch, Part 2 (Chapters 1-10), now, The Hunting Lodge, Part 3. New Characters. Recurring Characters.
"Who is going first?" Sean says further spreading his legs, welcoming whoever will enter his hole, first, as he rubs his hands across his hairy-ringed anal canal. His hairy hole, offered up as an invitation, waiting to be answered with an RSVP cock. "Spread those legs, boy, I get first dibs on that ass," Randy says. "Get it boss," I say.
He didn't speak. It was unnecessary. I lay on the bed, looking at him as he placed a pillow under my buttocks. He leaned forward to give me another tantalizing kiss, a touch of tongue on tongue.
The wind blew the rain in gusts so that it was coming at me sideways, striking me face on, Most unusual for L.A. It was cold. Biting. And hard driven. There were no hustlers for sale on the meat rack tonight.
There's a moment when we both reach that pinnacle, when neither of us breathes, the moment of ejaculation...we are each synced into the mutual orgasmic pleasure wracking our bodies and the sheer wonder of the orgasm of the brain, the mind fuck.
The telephone sounded; the fourth call today. "Yessir," was all he said as he hung up the phone, and he covered his nakedness with tight jeans and T-shirt and slipped his bare feet into slightly over-sized top-siders.
Mr. Dudly was a Friday afternoon regular. He had been waiting for this one.
All Mr Dudley wanted was head. Cock worship and pop goes the cum.
"You gonna pound his ass like you said you do?" Rex says, "I wanna see it." "Oh, I will," I boast. My motions are swift and powerful. In the steam-filled shower room, the echoes of flesh against flesh fill the large communal wet room. The Coach's silky wet muscular walls of his ass are squeezing me with varying intensity. I let out barely audible moans, as his ass grips me and brings me closer and closer to filling him with my much sought after ...