My hair was wet, thoroughly so. I could barely see for my glasses were covered with drops of rain water. I was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt, both of which were of such thin material that as they clung to body, they revealed it, showing all the subtle nuances: the rippling muscles quivering in excitement, and the sprinkling of hair that scattered over my chest and down my abdomen.
Living in a country town can be a blessing or a curse. Long before I met my husband there was a hot man that I was chatting with on a regular basis here on a gay chat site. Here is a narrative of one of our fuck sessions....
I knew I wanted to suck his cock, but the image of Will in that sling, being fucked so brutally, and the way he enjoyed it....fuck! The machine beckoned me, but there wasn't time.
I looked at him, thinking it was a weird thing for a stranger to be telling me, thinking he was drunk, but then our eyes met, and his eyes were as clear as mine. He wasn't drunk. He smiled and nodded at my cock. "Why don't you hold that with your other hand," he said.
The excitement and pride of being watched as the only cadet firefighter in school quickly gave way to the excitement of actually going to a fire. His mind was already there, thinking what he would do, remembering the training.
In my first two stories, I explained the mind-blowing experience of fisting my boyfriend. The third focused on my taking a first for the first time while in the fourth I recounted our further exploration of ass play and in particular the use of a double-ended dildo. This, the fifth installment, is set a few months down the track when a friend comes to stay.
In my first two stories, I explained the mind-blowing experience of fisting my boyfriend while in the third I recounted how I came to take a fist for the first time. In this, the fourth part, I recount our further exploration of ass play.
In my first two stories about my fisting experiences, I explained the mind-blowing experience of fisting my boyfriend. In this, the third part, I recount how I came to take a fist for the first time.
In my first story about my experiences with fisting, I explained the mind-blowing experience of fisting my boyfriend for the first time. In this, the second part, I recount our ongoing exploration.
This story, and the one's that follow, have a grain of real life experiences in them, but I've elaborated on them significanty so they really are little more than fiction. But I hope you enjoy reading them.
I used some snippets from my other stories to create this one but there is a lot of new stuff in it too. For one thing in it I a Sparky a Were-Dragon who is Gay
Sometimes I read my fantasy stories and I just go BORING. So i like to revise them and add more and make them better. So here is the Workkout again but much better and hotter. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and dang I just wish so much that it really was happening to me. I really need a Good F*** LOL
The second pair of hands that had been working Raymond's nipples joined the third in providing a tongue for his hunger ass, his taint, and his hairy balls. Both tongues licked and slurped with exquisite expertise that sent Raymond into quivers, trembles, and moans of pleasure.
I will say, I looked good. Geoff grabbed a red handkerchief and pushed into my right rear pants pocket. "For good luck," he said. Luck? We were off to fuck! He grabbed the duffle bag and we headed out to the car. My ass felt cool on the leather seats.
"I got my whole fist is in there." Jack said.
"You're such a fuckin' liar, Jack." My speech slurred severely from the something Jack put in my drink. I told him to surprise me. Whatever it was, it gave me a fuzzy feeling of well being.