Sorry this took so long to post but with everything thats been going on in the world I hadn't had time. This is the follow up to on my encounter with Dave my wife's friend who helped her get revenge on my for having some rough sex. As always this is 100% true and factual with the exceptions of the names of the parties involved
After a 69 with Hunter, Caleb freaks out. Blake collects his debt from Austin by whoring the college stud out to truckers at a large truck stop. Austin discovers new pleasure while being fucked by Steven's monster cock.
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After our last sex show, we cleaned up. My jaw and ass were so sore, but I felt buzzed. We went to the Town and Country bar to unwind. “Oh! I saw your show this afternoon!” said a happy old man. “You boys are incredible!” He bought us drinks. That was the best Christmas I ever had.
A free-verse poem about fucking might not be quite well-placed at The New Yorker, so it occurred to me: Why not situate it where well-disposed readers are, on gaydemon.com? If read aloud in a sing-song way, you'll perhaps discover its phrases have pelvic-like thrusts to their rhythm. Or not. It's just for fun. 'Tis the season.
He was very attractive and so I went back to his nearby Central Park West place. He was full of himself and showed me his Tony Award. “Do you want to hold it?” “Hey, the only award I want to hold is THIS!” I said as I grabbed his big hard dick through his tuxedo.
“You’d be perfect for this. Would you like to be on Broadway?” “Yes.” “Jolly good. Can you spare some time to go over a few details upstairs in my suite?” “Certainly.”
“Oh, Patrick, you’ve got the right attitude. Many talented boys just don’t get it. I’m not promising that you’ll be a star, but I’m going to get you work, the rest is luck.” I went on sucking Sam’s dick until he pulled it out of my mouth. “You’ve earned the bedroom!”
“I get a lot of submissions. I have a two-step process for a possible client such as yourself. First is an office meeting, then is a meeting in my apartment.” We stared at each other. “When would you like me to come over?” That's show business.
“You’d be surprised at how many Columbia gay boys can’t give a good blowjob and won’t take it up the ass, and if they do, get clingy and want me to be their boyfriend. Chrissake, I just want to get off. I heard about you, so I thought I’d go to a pro.”
It was 1:00 AM and I was in bed asleep when the phone rang. “I go to Columbia and need to get blown right away. $40.” The New Jersey-accented voice was an enticing blend of masculinity, confidence and sensuality. “Sounds good.”
“Thanks, but pretty boy cockteasers don’t do it for me. Boys who think they can take it and can’t.” I held my beer bottle up and practically deepthroated it as I took a sip. “I’m no cockteaser.” I put my hand on his bulge and kneaded it. “I’m a cock pleaser and I can take this.”
It really was ready for me. I licked it all over nice and slow and tongued his balls as he sipped the perfect martini I’d made him. “Your bed is going to get a lot of action, but I’m going to be the first man to fuck you in it.” I took my mouth of his dick…
“So, this is what happens to some Bronx Science graduates!” I turned around and it was Adam! His sexy sneer oozed contempt. He was with Ira! I hadn’t seen them since they gang-fucked me at Adam’s party in June. Blond Adam and black-haired Ira were so hot in their shorts and T-shirts.
“So, are you a pro?” “Yeah and go fuck yourself.” “Aww, don’t be angry. You’re so adorable and it turns me on that you’re a pro. See?” he said pointing to his enticing boner in his swim suit. “I could do things for you.” “Oh, Really.” “Sure. If you’re really as good as Scott says you are.”
“You’re very nice and I’d like to take you to dinner.” “Sure, thanks.” My first date with a man! I was willing to try something normal for a change…“You’re so young to be so good at that” he moaned as I deepthroated him.