"Really?" he asked, kissing me again. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, leading to his bedroom. It was surprisingly neat, not counting a large pile of clothes that I assumed to be his floor-drobe and a few scattered envelopes. He pushed me down onto the bed, climbing onto of me, kissing me as he took my glasses off, followed by my shirt.
I married my husband, Curtis when I was 19 and he was 22. Curtis had been blessed with a large cock that was 8-inches long and 5-inches around, the perfect size for sucking. He loved his cock which he felt wasn't too big but bigger than most. One look at it and I wanted to suck it.
After following his mysterious hunk out of the tube and being led to a secluded area behind the tube station, Jonny is still on his knees preparing himself for what He has in store for him next...
Smiling, he dropped his shorts and his semi hard cock popped up. Leaning forward, I took it deep to my mouth and held it there. "Aaah, nice," he murmured.
Brandon confronts Mike. Ken runs away from the party after the confrontation and finds James and Ryan (the surprise from my last chapter, the protagonists of my last story, My Best Friend and I) and he has a lot of questions for them. Carter searches for answers to his questions about the people around him.
Marc made his first pickup - Sean, a young body builder with a bondage fantasy. One evening in the deserted gym, Marc turned Sean's fantasy into reality
G.Y.M (Gay Young Muscle) is the name of a company that employ young muscle guys who provide entertainment - sex and most of the time kinky sex entertainment - to an exclusive male market. G.Y.M. clients are rich and all under 30 years of age, and obviously horny as hell.