It has always been my fantasy to watch my husband being man handled by another man and than fucked up the ass by a man who had finesse, but he was always so unwilling. A couple of years after my divorce, even though his mind was still dead against it, I made sure my fantasy became a reality.
Both door locks popped up startling Joe; he peeked out the curtain, saw Tom's smiling face in the driver's side window. He pulled the curtain back just as Travis opened his door and handed him a McDonalds's sack.
The bulge under his fly startled me at first, and I wondered if maybe he was stuffing his basket...but judging by the rest of his physique, I guessed not.
Tuck pulled out and finished shooting his load on me. All over me, mixing with my own come. I clung desperately to the edge of insanity as my head whirled around like a tornado. I couldn't focus. I couldn't breath. I choked, like I was sobbing.
Dell takes his son, Dakota, on a camping trip for his 18th birthday before the boy goes off to college. Their candid father/son conversation turns intimate as they open up to each other, leading to physical intimacy.
A young PA, physician's assistant, is on a getaway at a B&B where he meets a studly new groom who comes down to the breakfast room in his shorts. The strike up a conversation and the PA learns of the young stud's patient frustration with his new wife who can't handle his oversized endowment. The PA comes to the rescue, advises the guy and provides a release for his pent-up passion.
Simply, the adventures of a highschool super jock, including other athletes and even his dad's new wife, and saves the oversized condoms with his come in them for his buddy, who collects them.
A boy discovers sex in a wilderness park close to his home and quickly becomes the favorite of the guys to frequent the place. He gets the surprise of his life when his Marine-stud brother comes home on leave and they make out together.
Zack McGraw had been a hot prospect - golden boy for San Diego/Blazers. An injury forced management to rethink his contract - it was their decision Zack was to be traded down to the El Paso/Rumble; he was lucky to be picked up by any team, even the minors.
He got between my legs, then rolled me over, again to a face down position. Jess wriggled his cockhead on my open hole, looking more and more like a cunt. He gave me the poppers again.
He did it. He fucked me for a half hour, more, both of us using the poppers. Finally I felt his cock swell, throb, lurch, jerk, and the condom filling with his cum.
It was mixed; gay and straight. The only thing that tied the rough patrons at the bar to each other was a love of bikes, the love of bikers and the need for hard sex.
Joaquin Kangas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was six foot one, 185 pounds, had short dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes you'd ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that body. Broad shoulders, nice chest, and abs that would make Brad Pitt jealous.
Fuck, he looks great, Brian thought. He was standing a few feet away, pretending not to notice Jason in his white boxer briefs. What Jason didn't know was that the entire set, as well as his dressing room, was full of hidden video cameras, catching every move he made.
No matter how loud he turned the music up, all he could think of was the humiliation he'd suffered the other night when Pat and Mike had made his dance in his underwear, give them blowjobs, and then fucked him.
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.
Palmer stripped off his tie and bound Harm's wrists behind his back. He ran his strong hands up Harm's chest and massaged his pecs, flicking his nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. Harm's head fell forward and he sighed deeply.
The guy at the sink took the cue and put his hand on Damon's shoulder. "So you're straight? Well, let me see about that." He gently pushed the buzzed stud against the wall and lowered his other hand to his crotch.
He never felt anything like that before. No one had ever touched his tits before, and there was a tongue in his ear that was driving him wild! He tried to turn his head, but Jim held it firmly in place as he flicked his tongue in and out of Andy's ear.
He was pulled up off the bed and unceremoniously tied to a wooden apparatus that left his dick, ass, and upper body completely exposed. Someone got down on all fours and began to suck his cock. He tried to cry out but the dildo in his mouth muffled his cries. Then the dildo was removed, only to be replaced a moment later by a fat dripping cock.
He stripped out of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, naked except his boxers. Todd was 28 years old, just a shade under 6'2" and weighed 185 pounds. He was slender but he was also built, thanks to his fitness regimen, which included 2-hour gym workouts five times a week and a five-mile run every other morning.
Jeff Stearn was obsessed with Troy Aikman. He had long lusted after the 6'4, blond haired, blue eyed, built like a brickhouse Adonis of a quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys.
I don't know how many times they made me suck their dicks or how much cum they shot in my mouth and on my face. I lost track of time, what with all the poppers and chloroform. They were taking more and more pictures. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I can't be sure.
I was standing there, half naked, with a dribbling erection, in front of two strangers. I had a freshly spanked arse and just about to get another seeing to. It didn't seem real except my sore backside screamed otherwise.
He stepped back from the screen, revealing his oh so tight jeans, showing me his slim body. A strange music started to play somewhere and my eyes misted over. I blinked. There was smoke across the screen.