This time, the plan was flawless. He would draw Tarzan into a deep, final confrontation. He would succeed. He would capture his nemesis and eliminate him, and only then would Mkuu decide the fate of that spoiled, tempting little piece of meat—the twink of a cumdump, James.
He licked his lips, his blue eyes raking over my chest when he made a sound. I looked down at my pecs, still impressive and hard, muscled from good genes and hard gym time. I made them flex, then dance and he let out a soft “Fuck me.” While my brain screamed I will, I managed to speak. “Your turn.”
Tim and Travis wrap up their camping trip with the Reynolds as they hurry to return home. They then follow Elijah to retrieve his things from his former campus. Along the way, Tim and Travis find some inspiration and also learn that inspiration sometimes lies in the eye of the beholder.
Our last night in Luigi's home before the trip to Europe. I met Gideon (cancer patient) and son Simon. Simon and I went to Luigi's for some "fun". Our last night with everybody else on the farm with a braai, an orgy of note and then off to the airport to Johannesburg and then London. Met George on board the A380, had an experience to remember!
Makuu took the leopard loincloth from him and released his 9-inch cut cock. Its veiny head throbbing. His devilish grin even bigger. He walked behind his captive prey.
I’ve gotten fitter while chasing release in the park toilets, but nothing prepared me for walking in on my old friend Raj being sucked off by Nate, the man who once had me too. Shock gives way to temptation as friendship and desire collide in a stall that leaves nothing private.
The weather is good and the sun shining and so, after an early breakfast in bed, Nat and Craig get in some exercise: a run round the Promenade deck followed by some time in the gym. The blond guy just happens to wander into the gym again as they work out...
"This is you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me. He stilled me, forcing my body to relax, his rhythm now a desperate but forceful deliberate reclaiming. “This, right here.” His hand gripped my pectoral muscle, his fingers outlining my heart. “This is mine. Remember? He cannot touch this."
I brought my hand up to his wrist at first, my fingers barely making it around the thickness of this man. But then my other hand removed itself from his chest and found his jaw, the stubble rough against my palm, showing him without words that I was here, that I wasn’t going anywhere as I tried to control my breathing and my pounding heart.
Now that we’re alone, it’s harder to avoid him. I keep my eyes on the torque converter. But I was feeling something, other than the need to fuck someone else, other than the tension between us. Something I needed to get off my chest. I needed to tell him, but what exactly I didn’t know.
I stood as tall as I could and lifted my chin upward. "I knelt to him. I gave him my oath. I am his eromenos now, in truth." I kept my voice even. "The training… it is not what you think. It is an agreement. And I have chosen to obey." Theron stared at me as if I were a stranger, someone else standing before him.
Big Ray took the socket, his eyes meeting mine for a second. There was a flicker there. Something ambiguous. Maybe just friendly camaraderie. Maybe a hint of curiosity. With big, straight, married guys, you could never tell. It was all part of the frustrating, addictive game I found myself playing lately. It was all I knew.
Leo, knowing "all too well" that love stories fail, reconnects with his ex, Dan, at a gay sauna. Dan begs for a second chance, swearing he's not the same man who let his father ruin them. But as romance rekindles, old problems resurface, threatening to shatter Leo and silence his music for good.
Instead of wanting to go out and find relief with some random, I stayed at home and reached for myself, to satisfy my own needs while replaying images from the day about Troy Jenkins. Like the flex of his forearm when he tightened a bolt, or the way his coveralls fit across the width of his back when he leaned over an engine, or that ass.
Daniel is a straight A student, but a new teacher causes his grades to go down. They find a solution for it amidst extra classes and tutoring. Daniel discovers Mr. Herrera's secret pictures and messages after his final text; both of them promise to try and meet in a more private setting.