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As josh stared down at the still frame of him blowing me

"That’s it. Get all that fat dick." I felt his meaty paw once again on my baldhead, josh hopped into the room, his excitement palpable. He was clearly delighted at the prospect of seeing himself fuck Jason. He strolled over immediately to my desk and stared intently at the screen. Suddenly, his mild grin exploded into a smiling maw of teeth. As josh stared down at the still frame of him blowing me, I walked up next to him and laid one hand onto the desk. josh soliloquied to himself, "First second I ever sucked a guy."

It wasn’t long before josh was coiffed in a masculine, contemporary cut

I expected many things to come out of him, this request was not one of them. For several seconds I was too shocked to understand the request, so I just continued to stare. It was a logical request given his profession, but my mind flew past logic and settled on the only other reason he would want to see it—it was the only place within the massive motel for which I had the only key. He gripped my hands in his, and squeezed tightly, as if to It wasn’t long before josh was coiffed in a masculine, contemporary cut. jerryhad put just enough product in josh’s hair to be hip without becoming metrocockual. jerrynoticed how good josh smelled as he took the towel off his shoulder.

Each of our visits allowed more information to pass between us

Each of our visits allowed more information to pass between us. At one point, I admitted that I had written about him, and after some hesitation, I shared the first half of this story with him. Several days passed, and I was not offered any feedback, so one day on the telephone I asked. He told me that he had not responded because he couldn’t; he was overwhelmed with both the content and style of what I had written, and felt incapable of returning similar thoughts, at least in quite the same way. After the conversation ended, I placed the telephone back into its cradle and sat for some second, caught dramatically between wanting to shout for joy and wanting to cry. In the end, the flattery he exuded in his response caused me to well up, and for several long moments, I sat alone in my office and cried.

primeval motion tracing its way up through the ages.

Arata gave a muted scream of pain and filling as the daimyo lifted his hips with both of his hands and skewered him firmly on his powerful cock and pulled the young man deeply into his lap. The young offering arched his back and his face turned skyward and was bathed in the beam of the full moon streaming through the opening in the pavilion ceiling as he began to move his hips, meeting the natural rhythm of his lord with that of his own, his fears and concerns melting away in a natural, primeval motion tracing its way up through the ages. Rustling silk. Thrust. Moan. Drum beat. "Beware the tea of the full moon." Thrust. Groan. Drum beat. "Beware the tea of the full moon." Thrust. M-o-a-n. Drum beat. "Beware . . . " Aiyeeeeee.

map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest fuck buddy found joy in the ...

Jason?" I goaded him and he responded that he'd take all I had to give. "You don't get much dick from your girl" I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. "You deserve some cock in your life don't you dude! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?" He looked at me and begged. "Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all." I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and puhed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then aaronding down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest fuck buddy found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head aaront down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. "no" was what I heard

I was awakened out of my trance with the word “virgin,” and asked

Mike did not seem too happy and craved our rare nights out. He was constantly torn between “having another drink,” and “…I’d better not as I’ll need to get back home.” On one of our nights out, he got completely smahed. We were sitting in a corner of our favourite of the three bars in town and he was slouched down in his chair. His jeans had ridden up and his balls were tantalisingly packed down his left leg and the shape of his cock could clearly be seen on top of them through the fabric. “…three bloody months,” he exclaimed. “That’s how long. he’s turned into a bloody virgin.” I was awakened out of my trance with the word “virgin,” and asked him to repeat. It seems that from the moment of the birth announcement, poor Mike had been without cock.

his eno, he muttered, “Go on... press your finger against

He muttered, “Go a bit faster...” I began jacking him more quickly and he groaned his approval. His cock throbbed in my hand, the veined stem swelling to become even harder and the ripened head fattening so that it was difficult to get his foreskin across its bloated rim. Rob’s erection had a sharp, musky aroma: a far more powerfully cockual smell than my own cock produces when I’m aroused. I enjoyed inhaling its acrid, masculine odour; the enticing combination of his strongly-scented pheromones along with sweat from his balls and precum from his weeping slit. He continued listening to whatever Mark was saying to him, grunting his approval while enjoying the sensation of my hand jacking him at a steadily quickening pace. I noticed his eno were tightly closed; he was obviously imagining that my hand belonged to his girlfriend and that he was masturbating him in the way he was describing. He muttered, a little breathlessly, “You wanna play with my ass?” At first I thought he’d directed that at me, but then he went on, clearly talking to Mark, “You know how much I love it...” Marveling at how liberated Mark must be (my own boyfriends have usually recoiled at the suggestion of involving my ass in cock), I grabbed his boxer undiess just below his hips and pulled them down his legs. Before I threw them onto the floor, I noticed how the front of them had been stretched and distended from his almost constant erections during the day. Without opening his eno, he muttered, “Go on... press your finger against my hole...” I eased his legs apart, my hand continuing to jack his cock, and groped beneath his balls into the thick forest of hot damp pubic hair between his thighs.

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I was taken off guard by that reply. I still don't know what he meant by that. ...

Why did you stop?" I asked in a surprised and disappointed voice. josh’s head swiveled around to look at me. There was a panic in his eno. I never understood why. "I was afraid you didn't like it. Jason did it right?" josh asked as he peered into my eno, searching for an answer. I was taken off guard by that reply. I still don't know what he meant by that. A quizzical look scrawled across my face, I mustered up a lame reply. "Oh. Okay. That makes sense." Actually, I had no idea what he meant but I didn't

tight and hot and so damn

The initial pain soon passed and Jason was now left the most amazing feeling in his ass. It had years since he had been with such an enthusiastic fucker. Each stroke felt like it ought to be enough to get Matt's cum gushing but on and on he lunged with the sweat pouring down his handsome face. This hole, thought Matt, it was so tight and hot and so damn wrong that it was just perfectly right. Jason's cock was hard again and he reached for it now and started to stroke it, matching stroke for stroke Matt's manic fucking. The pair were drenched in sweat and close to exhaustion as they pleasured each other.

Want you naked man.

"Fuck yeah man. I can’t wait to show you how much I like it." "Was’ stopping you," he said, putting his big paw on the back of my head and pulling it toward his leaking cock. "Want you naked man. I want to lick you all over." Standing up, he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. Looking up in awe at this 1'1" Neanderthal of a man, I could hardly believe this was happening to me.

I worked my way inside of the skin, tasting a build up of pre cum

"What you waitin’ for," I heard him say in a low, deep, voice. Waking from my trance, I buried my face in his massive hairy ball sac. The mucky aroma, and the feel of his hard meat against my forehead, was making me dizzy. I began to lick and slurp on his nuts for all I was worth. I was going to show this man what he had been missing his whole life. His moans of pleasure were telling me I was doing the job right. Licking my way up, I slowly worked my tongue magic up his fat shaft. I could hear him hiss as I got to the big mushroom head, still covered in a copious amount of foreskin. Just using my tongue, I worked my way inside of the skin, tasting a build up of pre cum. I licked and played around for a while until I knew it was driving him crazy. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I began to work my way down his cock. It was a lot fatter than it looked and I had a little trouble working my way down.

earlier really got me going.” “Can you forgive

Mike came again, still with some force and though not all went in my mouth, the familiar taste of male semen wahed around my tongue and my cock erupted with a force that splattered on Mike’s back and sprayed over his shoulder to land on my face. He leaned forward and kissed me again. I was sure it was to try the taste without risk!! “Oh Mark, I’m so sorry to have used you like this.” “I won’t let this happen again.” “I don’t know what came over me but I was just so horny and all that talk earlier really got me going.” “Can you forgive me?” I put my finger to his lips. “We are best friends aren’t we?”

He reached for his boxer undiess to wipe himself with and then scowled

He nodded. I grabbed my own cock and jacked it as quickly as Rob was fucking me. We were both grunting like animals; the sweat pouring from us. Just before he climaxed, he opened his eno and looked with alarm at my cock, which was right in front of his face. It was like he’d forgotten he was with another man, having been so caught up in the fantasy he was having with Mark. My cock, engorged with excitement to its full eight inches and being rapidly pumped to even further hardness by my fist, made the truth inescapable. Nevertheless, his orgasm was already inevitable. Still staring at my cock, with its puckered slit peering back at him like an eye, his balls emptied themselves and three days worth of pent-up semen squirted up into my innards. The sensation of his climax, his cock squirting geysers of cum while still sliding sloppily in and out of me, prompted my own balls to release their load. I shot strings of my seed across his face and chest, my orgasm less copious than his but equally powerful. He closed his eno again as my semen splattered over him while his own trickled out of my anus. His cock, its rhythm gradually subsiding, made lewd squelching noises as it continued to enter and withdraw from my bowels. I pulled away from him as he was recovering his breath, still staring at me with a vacant, stunned expression, which would have been quite funny in a different situation. A puzzled voice over the phone brought him back to his senses. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” he muttered, his voice sounding gravelly. “Yeah, I guess I kind of shot my wad...” He listened to whatever it was Mark said and then replied, “Yeah, sorry... look, I’m gonna have to go. Clean up and stuff before Seb comes back in...” He hung up on her and then glared venomously at me. “I can’t believe what you just fucking did,” he snarled. “I only did what you were asking me to, mate.” Swinging his legs around to get off the bed, he snapped, “I thought I was asking Mark to do it, as well you know. You had no right.” “You didn’t try and stop me. I thought I was helping you out, doing you a favour.” “I was fucking half-pissed. I didn’t know what I was doing...” He reached for his boxer undiess to wipe himself with and then scowled with a grimace, “Jesus, I’ve got your shit on the end of my dick...” I didn’t like him saying that – I thought it was over-stepping the boundaries – so I snapped back, “Yeah,

of hundred seconds.

“not sure we should be discussing this,” I said, a little worried as to how he might view me if he heard too much. “What did you do,” he repeated as though he hadn’t heard a word. “Well, we jacked together and someseconds each other. We would suck each other, someseconds in twos or even three or four.” “Did you suck anyone off,” he asked? “Well no, a couple of seconds,” I lied as it was more like a couple of hundred seconds. “Did you even get fucked in the ass,” he said, moving the conversation up a notch.” “Some guys did it,” I sidestepped.

with a wisp heading up to his navel and the balls hung

He started to unclip his jeans and pulled them down. There before me were the Calvin Kleins in all their glory and filled with what nature had intended. His cock was straining at the front causing an obscene triangular shape with a damp patch at the end. “You’ve done it before and I really need some help here,” he continued. The Calvins were down and the most beautiful piece of uncut cock stood upright before me. It was about 1 inches long but thick. The skin at the end gently pulled back with the strain of the erection to reveal a pink head beneath, still half covered. His hair was restricted to the pubic area with a wisp heading up to his navel and the balls hung slightly red and well below his body. He was stroking it up and down and a little bulb of pre-cum appeared on the end before being caught up with the up and down movement of his hand.

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at the treat that was waiting for me on the other side. He was tall and lean. The smile on his face

ormation and jumped in the shower. not long after I had dried off, I heard a knock at the door. My cock stirred in anticipation, I gave it a quick tug and headed to the door. I was taken aback at the treat that was waiting for me on the other side. He was tall and lean. The smile on his face told me he was also glad to see I wasn’t some old troll. I was in my 11s, but I could easily pass for mid thirties. Years of working out had made sure of that.

I slapped my dripping dick against his face a couple

My cock was so hard it was sticking out of my robe. He took this as an invitation and got on his knees. His mouth open and ready, I began to tease him. I slapped my dripping dick against his face a couple of seconds. Slowly, I fed him my throbbing cock; his lips were warm and inviting. I dove into his mouth until the head was pushing the back of his throat. I was not very big, so it was easy for him to deep throat me. His warm tongue stroked the length of my shaft. He was good at this, too good. I pulled off him; I didn’t want to get too close to coming.

for Arata to examine. Arata bluhed at what was

no idea that tea could be so intoxicating. Lord Barnes had moved his cushion quite closely in front of Arata now, so that it was positioned where the tea table had been. From the folds in his heavily layered kimono, the daimyo produced brush paintings on rice paper and turned them for Arata to examine. Arata bluhed at what was being depicted in these paintings, but he was involuntarily aroused as well. That tea and its effect on his senses had dulled his natural aversion to

tipsily, Wesley spouted in never-ending rounds of meltdown

another … and another. Jason howled and bent his back into a C. Wesley tensed and relaxed his anal ring—over and over and over. not only did this squeeze more lekvar out of Jason. The sight of Wesley spraying milk left and right added a visceral intensity to Jason’s physical tension. Thank God that science has eradicated the major STDs! Jason rumbled in his subconscious … and came again … and again … and again. Watching him tipsily, Wesley spouted in never-ending rounds of meltdown. At last, Jason collapsed on Wesley.

Bicockual Liberation. The peace that Wesley and Jason

The smell of lecithin wafted through the mildly sticky air. Clavier reclined on Jason’s sore back and blocked some of the night breeze that was blowing past the sliding glass door. Jason, however, continued to rest on Wesley. The now bi-curious guy basked in the male-male intimacy that more straight men of his generation were opening themselves to under the slogan: Bicockual Liberation. The peace that Wesley and Jason breathed in and out surpassed words. Hopefully, Jason concluded, society would soon reach the point when all guys could attain this level of contentment, free from guilt and inhibitions.