By the time Bull reached him, the other sergeant had already unzipped his fly. Bull looked down to see Inky fishing in the moist cotton of his gray boxer-briefs. Without shame or fear, he pulled out a long, half-hard tube of fat, hairy cock.
The throbbing itch in Bull's jeans now pulsed at full steam, robbing the last of the moisture from his mouth. Stopping long enough to give the meaty fullness between his legs an obvious squeeze, he charged the hockey jock, tackling him back onto the bed.
Bull realized he was not alone in his excitement. As he'd expected, Oscar's dick was uncut. A dark pink head poked out and up toward him from between thick folds of darker, tan-colored foreskin.
Wasting no time, he plunged his unshaved face between Oscar's hard, hairy ass cheeks and dabbed at the musty-smelling hole at their center with his tongue.
I knew exactly what she meant. I removed her shoes by gripping the heels between my teeth, then made love to her silk stockinged feet with my mouth. Though she retained her tight grip on my hair, she did not manipulate me in any particular direction.
By now I was completely horny and ready for sex. I wanted to do more than watch; I wanted to find someone to get me off. An older guy with a decent body touched my hard-on as I wandered down the hall.
We grappled in a mutual desire. My back pressed against the cool blue tiles as Ryan slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth. By the time he reached down with his pawing hands, my cock had lengthened and thickened to it's full eight inches.
I could feel my asshole pucker at the thought of the big tool spreading me open and impaling me like some great, fleshy spear. I tried not to show my excitement and get on with my job.
He stroked the gasping guy's giant rod, swirling his dark hand up and down the huge, pink hard-on, while he sucked and bit and tongue-slapped the clean-cut hood.
One of my best friends was named Craig. I'd always felt a little plain next to him, even though I knew I was pretty cute myself. Craig had always been handsome, but as he grew up he got more and more sexy until model scouts were pestering him to sign with their agencies.
His body was immaculate; huge bulging arms, ripped chest, broad shoulders, the works. He had a sexy face too, partially hidden by long wet locks of hair that hung down over his eyes.
I extended my other hand, and using both began to stroke his cock. Pressing firmly against him, his other hand reached for my ass, and I could sense the strength of his desire for my ass as he ran his hand over it.
His eyes darted nervously back and forth. My heart was pounding as I pressed my lips to Jimmy's, taking his mouth with a savage intensity, forcing my thrusting tongue deep inside. Jimmy struggled from our embrace.
My hand slides down my tank-top covered chest to my crotch. What I feel there is hard, stiff, insistent. My cock is my sex muscle, and I need to work it out tonight. Gotta see some action before I go home.
As he knelt down his enormous cock thrust forward and it was almost in my face. I ran my hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back as our lips met and then something unexpected happened. His warm, wet tongue forced apart my teeth.
"Suck my big dick, you fucking asshole!" I commanded him, and obediently his mouth started working me, stroking and massaging my organ with his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
I've always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot. He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking.
I take it in one hand and savor its fullness, its thickness, its erection. It feels so good just to hold it this way. Just to hold it is wonderful, almost wonderful enough to not need the added pleasure of jerking it.
I kept bobbing my head, sliding my tight, wet lips up and down his shaft, relaxing my throat, determined that every inch was going to be mine. I could feel his huge, mushroom shaped head at the top of my throat. I slid my palms up and down his muscled thighs, around to his tight, round ass.
I wanted to look at his crotch, but knew that would be inappropriate, at least at this point. So I contented myself with imagining his large cock, nestled tightly in the briefs I pictured him wearing, the organ shifting slightly as he walked.
As he scoured the inside of Roger's mouth with his tongue, Nick kept rubbing and pressing against his cock until it was hard as a rock. He wanted him to want it bad. He could feel his hands on his butt and he could tell by the way he was squeezing it that it was working.
I lay back on a pile of pillows and stroked my cock as Edward sucked my toes. I looked at the beautiful man serving me and rubbed precum over the head of my cock with my thumb. Shit, I thought. This is incredible. He licked and sucked each one of my toes, then slid his little pink tongue up each instep.
Carl came with his usual flood of cum and Barry made a big show of licking his lips and swallowing. The poor son-of-a-bitch in the tailoring was now openly jacking off as he watched. Barry batted his fake eyelashes at the guy, oozed over on his knees and put a finger on his hard cock.
Even the boytoy fuck machine had to take a break after that. Barry collapsed on the seat and rested his face on his hand to watch. Kingman went after Carl's huge cock, taking it deep and sucking it hard. He raised his head at one point, smiled, and said "damn, I love to suck cock".
Cal reached the bed, but with my hand on his ass he didn't turn around, but stayed facing away from me. I pushed his shoulders forward and he flopped onto the bed, laying on his stomach as I had desired.
He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. "What on earth are you going to do?" I asked. He grinned. "Everything," he said, his voice husky.
He was a bit older than me, but in pretty good shape, with a nice curvy ass that beckoned to me with its sweetness as he lay there. I stood there naked, letting the tension build as I ran my fingers over it.
Jeff didn't believe in wearing anything other than tight gym shorts and baggy tank tops that showed off his hard body. He'd been thrown out of two gyms for causing fights, so he was forced to work out in the apartment. I don't know how many times I walked in on Jeff wearing just a jockstrap.
I was ready to shoot - 'Take it all' I gasped as I felt my balls getting ready to let go. Her hand started moving faster on her cock as I began plunging my dick into her mouth harder and faster. Fuck, she could really keep up!
I rose up and pressed the head of my 9 inches to his asshole. Even the rimming hadn't relaxed him enough to take my big dick. I pushed, a little harder than I should have. His hole slowly tore open, pulling the head of my cock inside him.
As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration.
Dean led me around the back of the station, into the employee bathroom, which was actually pretty clean. He went to tell his boss he was going on break, and when he came back I was naked and ready.
Her mouth was sweet and hot, and I began to wonder how it would feel if she gave me a blowjob. My cock felt trapped in my pants, but just then, this beautiful porn star reached down, unzipped my pants and took out my dick.
Don had grabbed a bottle of hand lotion off the nightstand and lubricated his hand. He put a finger against Gary's hole, and I swear I could feel it through Gary's mouth when it went in. He moaned, spread his knees and said something that sounded a lot like "do it."
His cock slamming into me so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat I was not sure I would stay conscious through it all, but I did. Finally, spent from his orgasm, he lay forward, slumping over me and gently caressing me with his big but gentle hands.