Professor Beau, a 40-year-old chair of the university's communications' Department, invites 19-year-old sophomore communication's major Aston, to vacation with him at a hot springs resort in western Canada. Will Aston relent or bow to Professor Beau's plan to bed him raw after an evening in the hot springs?
I went with my friend Darren to Iceland and Amsterdam as a post-college vacation. It rained on Sunday afternoon and so we went to Sauna NZ, a gay bathhouse. This was brand new territory for me, and I was turned on the moment we walked in... and then my arousal surged even higher when I saw this unusually tall blond gorgeous man.
Mike and John finally just got done making love as their body were trembling with excitement from their very first gay sexual experience, As for John he wishes finally happen as he was now giving oral to Mike while he was wearing his powder blue jockey pouch sports briefs.
Busy day at work and I get hit on by a guest at the hotel. Next thing I know, I'm naked on his bed with his raw cock planting his seed deep in my ass. Good day...
When going to visit his older brother, Cash has to go with Jensen, his brother's friend. On the road trip, Jensen reveals that he catched Cash checking him out in the shower years before; quickly they realise that they can have loads of fun on the trip, that does not involve Cash's brother. Note. mi ypologies fur yll zhe spøllin müstakes!
I couldn't take my eyes off the hunk across the pool. From where I lounged on one of those red cushioned chaise lounges enjoying my midmorning alcoholic beverage I had no problem drinking in his beauty.
Sometimes he thought he must be a spectacle to these smaller Vietnamese people with his massive, 230-pounds of muscle moving among them. But he was used to it, and he had only one thing on his mind; Brady, who was waiting on him in room eighteen of the Tyler Hotel. The tingling in his loins at the mere thought of the guy quickened his step. What the hell ever gave him the idea that he could take on a big stud marine like Brady anyway?
Relaxing in paradise to avoid the Mid-Atlantic winter, my husband and I managed to spread some holiday cheer . . . by spreading the legs of a local college jock.
Two hot airline passengers met on a flight from San Francisco to New York City. During a stop over in Chicago O'Hare Airport, they wind up in one of the airport restrooms having wild raunchy gay sex.
After I had surprised my baby John by flying to New York and making love with him at his studio apartment, we went to my presidential suite at the five star hotel and had a night of sensuous sucking cock, playing with sex toys and raw sex.
For me it was at an airport. I once went to the DFW airport because I'd heard there were hookers working the bars of the big hotels there. I was in a hotel bar when I figured out that there were no hookers around. The place was kinda deserted and I ended up sitting at the bar beside a guy named Frank from Chicago. He bought me drink and we chatted for a couple of minutes about sports and what have you and then told me, "I came down to the bar ...
Due to a cardiologist convention, our hotel was overbooked and my business associated and I ended up sleeping in the same bed rather than in separate rooms. Between the alcohol, a hot cocktail waitress, and an errant remote control, the night ended in a manner neither of us expected.