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"Technically wrong on both counts," Wayne said breathily.
Posted on: November 20, 2008
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| "Technically wrong on both counts," Wayne said breathily. "First, your jeans aren’t put it around my eyes He knew I wanted his cock I started to beg almost whining He chuckled I heard his pants unzip I wanted it more I beg All of a sudden I felt something rub across my face More and more He was rubbing his prick all over my face I couldnt believe how much I LOVED IT It felt so good I was laughing in ecstasy I think even he couldnt take it anymore | |
He reached for his boxer undiess to wipe himself with and then scowled
Posted on: October 20, 2008
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| 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, | |
He’d never been this rough before. I didn’t think my jaw could take much more. ...
Posted on: October 19, 2008
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| nd I’ve got yours on my finger. So I guess we’re quits, huh?” He stood up and sneered nastily. “Quits? no fucking way. not by a long fucking stretch...” He started grabbing up his stuff, still without any underwear on, and shoving it into his rucksack. “You’re not leaving, Rob? Surely you can sJason one more night...?” “not after that,” he grunted. “Come on, mate.” I grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry if I went too far. I thought you were asking me to do all that to you. If you weren’t, then I’m genuinely sorry...” He hesitated and I added, “I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Rob... really...” He fingers gripped my hair as he began to pound his monster tool into my mouth. His moans became louder and hungrier. He’d never been this rough before. I didn’t think my jaw could take much more. I struggled against his thrusts but he didn’t ease up instead he puhed me further down into him. I gagged and choked on his hardness, which only made him thrust harder. He was out | |
“You jacked other guys off,” he said incredulously???
Posted on: October 18, 2008
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| drinking more than I can recock and so was Mike. It was on one of their visits when he and I were sitting on an Autumn night in the garden in the dark when he told me it was now 1 months since he had had cock. “My cock’s going to shrivel up and die,” he said. “I can’t go and find a prostitute. It’s just not my way,” he said. “I’m just so permanently horny. You must know what it feels like. How long were you at dudes’ boarding school before you went to the mixed one?” “Three years,” I said. “So what did you do,” he asked? I tried to divert the conversation but the drink was now talking. “Well you know what lads are like,” I said? “no,” He replied. “We just kept each other amused on the long winter nights,” I joked. “You jacked other guys off,” he said incredulously??? “Well we were young and horny,” I replied as if to exonerate m | |
with a wisp heading up to his navel and the balls hung
Posted on: October 16, 2008
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| 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. | |
and started to suck him up and down, swallowing as much of his delicious cock as I could. ...
Posted on: October 15, 2008
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| The picture before me was bizarre. taran was lying on the bed with her legs wide open and her cunt exposed. He was lying right beside her masturbating and saying, “Suck it please.” I pulled my trousers off without saying a word and wearing only a t-shirt, my hard 1.1 inch cock in hand, I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hand. I licked the end and swirled my tongue round it and under the foreskin. His cock jumped to a stiffness that made it feel like an iron rod. “Oh nosss…” hissed out from between his teeth. I cupped his balls and started to suck him up and down, swallowing as much of his delicious cock as I could. I licked his balls and let my tongue trace up his body to his nipples. I licked back down and opened his legs, letting my tongue run round his anus. | |
paintings that had been placed before him. ...
Posted on: October 14, 2008
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| More rustling and Arata felt strong hands on his body inside the billowing layers of silk. He felt he should be doing something in response, in defense, but the drugged tea possessed his mind and opened his sensitivity to the pleasure of touch, and his eno could not tear themselves from the erotic paintings that had been placed before him. And arching over all of that was his sense of history, of the many generations of Yamashitas, whose fortunes now rested on him. The Yamashitas were being honored and given good fortune. He was being honored and given good fortune. | |
point, he stood up and backed off a bit. He slowly unbuttoned
Posted on: October 11, 2008
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| "no, I guess so," I responded, teased mightily by that hand covering my cock. But at that point, he stood up and backed off a bit. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his body. Then he pulled his undershirt over his head. He was in great shape for a man his age, as I knew | |
Bicockual Liberation. The peace that Wesley and Jason
Posted on: October 10, 2008
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| 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. | |
The semen shot up Jason’s cock like an injection. A second squirt
Posted on: October 08, 2008
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| “How about now?” “Harder!” Wesley said louder. “You little piece of—” Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! “That’s better,” Wesley said. He was rubbing his walnuts faster than water whirling down a toilet. “Fuck!” Jason yawped. “I can’t believe I’m about to—” The semen shot up Jason’s cock like an injection. A second squirt rocked his groin, then another … | |
Jason’s balls approached blastoff
Posted on: October 07, 2008
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| What would Wesley and Jason’s parents say if they caught the twinks—not to mention, Clavier—in the middle of what they were doing? What would the youths answer regarding the constructiveness of their act that night? How would Wesley and Jason, in particular, explain their enjoyment at engaging in dirty cock? You’re our country’s future, Jason’s mother said in his head. Her frail voice echoed, Enemies walk in our midst. Jason’s balls approached blastoff. You must be ever vigilant against them. Jason turned left his narrow forehead of almond brown. “His butt sure is hotter than your cunt,” he hollered, trying to forget the echoes in his mind. “Holy cow! You’re wetter than a pussycat.” | |
like a ferret trying to squeeze through some hole.
Posted on: October 05, 2008
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| The more Jason worshipped Wesley’s feet, the more their hue, odor, taste, and texture intoxicated him. Hard as Jason tried, he simply couldn’t stop! Wesley thrahed his head on the white fluffy clouds of the bean sofa. “Oh, tiger! I’ve never been so horny in my entire … life!” Jason pulled his lips up like a biplane that had escaped bullets from enemy territory while in flight. Jason’s lips fell onto the bosky ground of Wesley’s shins and calves. Stranded again, Jason snuffled Wesley’s moist flesh, kissed it, and kneaded Wesley’s quadriceps the way a guy touches a girl. Wesley squirmed like a ferret trying to squeeze through some hole. Goose bumps popped up all over his skin. Wesley’s eyelids fluttered like bronze streamers in the distance. Still, his erect cock didn’t spout anything. | |
the wall. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. My hand continued to work him. ...
Posted on: October 04, 2008
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| “Neither am I,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just thought, you know, I could help you out.” His eno wandered cautiously around while rubbing his hard shaft. I walked up to him and put my hand on his crotch. He looked down at me and pinned me to the wall. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. My hand continued to work him. He was big enough to cover my entire body with his muscular frame. I pressed my head on his chest and took his nipple in my mouth through the thin fabric of his tee shirt. | |
“Yeah!” Wesley said, ready for another lap around the racetrack. “Feed
Posted on: October 03, 2008
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| Apparently, males were capable of climaxing in multiple ways. The fact that a cock sucker dude was showing Jason this petrified the straight collegian like few things had up to that point. Jason’s panic was akin to his freshman-year discovery that he had $11 left in the bank. This second, however, the terror passed him quicker than a blast of arctic wind a spruce pine. Jason straightened his body into an L. “Yeah!” Wesley said, ready for another lap around the racetrack. “Feed your dick into me.” In rapid succession, Wesley squeezed and released his crab | |
Fucking Cock Sucker -- Park Cruising
Posted on: October 02, 2008dudes here we are again! are you enjoying this blog? I get a lot of emails asking when i'm going to post pictures of myself having hot man sex! I also get a lot of emails asking if these stories come from personal experience. Well they do come from a little bit of personal experience.. I have had a lot of cock in my day. I am 35 years old after all and have been around the block. a lot of the old cruising areas from my younger days are closing up, so everything is pretty much going to the internet now a days. anyway i am going to get back to my story from last week about the gay cruiser who ran into the couple fucking in the park.
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ubefore david knew it he was being fucked in the ass by a stranger. for one he couldn't believe he was taking a cock, two, he could'nt believe the first time he was getting fucked was in a park.. a park that there were a lot of people in. all this was racing through his head while he was getting fucked. before david knew it he was getting both of his holes plugged. he was sucking the cock of the smaller dude and taking the dick up his ass hole from the taller, older man. as he was getting both his holes fucked, david felt this warm sensation start oozing out his ass, it was the cum of the smaller dude. he said that he was going to cum in david's ass. Snap!! we are already out of time! Cum back next week and I will continue my story! Keep it hard dudes!! week. Keep it hard for me!
creamishness of Wesley’s sole, Jason rubbed his pecan-brown
Posted on: October 02, 2008
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| Wesley’s whoop vibrated up his leg and zapped Jason’s tongue like an electric current. Jason licked harder. Wesley jolted Jason with each shake of his weenie. “Whoopee!” Never had Jason imagined that a dude’s feet could be such a turn-on. now, their meaty taste edged Jason’s hunger for crusty chicken. Jason sniffed the hardened batter of cornmeal of Wesley’s sole. Its mushy smell was blended with leftover laundry detergent. The odor certainly was cleaner than Jason had imagined—still a little vulgar and sporty but nothing like guys’ feet were supposed to smell. Against the creamishness of Wesley’s sole, Jason rubbed his pecan-brown nose. The underside of Wesley’s tootsy might as well have been a girl’s cheek. This was so naughty! Jittery like a squirrel, Jason swooped toward Wesley’s other sole, sniffed it, and kissed it. “Warmer than the scruff of a cat, eh?” Wesley said, breathing hard. | |
later. "I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry, aaron? We
Posted on: October 01, 2008
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| "But you enjoyed it. I know you did." "What?" Trying to put both surprise and sarcasm in my voice at the same second. "You enjoyed it. You were screaming for it before I was finihed and splattering cream all over that expensive bedspread. The second second was your hole begging for it." "Hump." I planned no other reply. But, of course, he was right about that too. Ten minutes later. "I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry, aaron? We didn't catch anything before we left Charlotte." given good fortune. He was being honored and given good fortune. | |
all in. My tip hit the back of his throat and I felt
Posted on: September 30, 2008
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| His lips met my cock once more, but this second, not in the apprehensive, probing, exploratory sort of way he had gone down on me before. This second, he gently and caressingly slid his mouth around and down the shaft of my pole, lubing me up and taking me all in. My tip hit the back of his throat and I felt his gag reflex gripping and jerking against the underside of me. His tongue alternated between long, forceful strokes against the sensitive underside of my shaft and tiny, quick little flicks at my tip and pee-slit as he worked his way up and down my cock with his mouth. | |
he had the flat of his hand on my belly, and he was
Posted on: September 29, 2008
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| $111," I squeaked. "Doesn’t get you too far, does it? You’ll be wanting to know what big money is. And speaking of big . . ." he had the flat of his hand on my belly, and he was working the fingers of his right hand under my waistband and crawling through my pubic hair." | |
Getting on with Sucking Cock
Posted on: September 28, 2008dudes I am going to pick up on my story from last week. I hope you are enjoying all the pics and videos we have to offer! You can click on any of the links and it will take you to our main gay site. You will have access to hundreds of gay pics and videos, it will keep you hard for hours! anyway, I am going to pick up on my story from last week.
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ur dude, david, was cruising in the local gay park. he had known nothing about it until a buddy he worked out with told him. he had played disc golf there and knew that a lot of gay sex went on there.. he went on to say how he couldn't believe it went on in that park with all the people there. he also told david that he better hurry because the gays are going to be shut down since the disc golf was getting ready to be expanded. there have been a lot of complaints about what goes on up there and they are going to do something about it. the park was closed for almost 10 years because of complaints from people, but was open to the disc golfers. david thought he better take advantage of the situation before it was too late. he had heard they put cameras down at the other gay park so he couldn't cruise there. damn and all he wants is some cock!! snap dudes we are out of time again! i will pick up on this hot story next week. Keep it hard for me!
and furry little patch of chin-hair hiding behind the girth of my cock.
Posted on: September 28, 2008
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| He got back to work - tenderly and thoroughly suckling and fondling my cock with his mouth before pulling off only a few moments in. “Could you, like, talk or something?” he asked. “What?!” I was surprised and confused by his request. “You want me to talk to you?” I verified, looking down at his dudeish face, with his upturned nose and furry little patch of chin-hair hiding behind the girth of my cock. “I’m kind of nervous,” he admitted, shrugging slightly at the mention of it. “It’s just that, our conversation earlier really set me at ease – it made me want to do this. But now with the quiet, I’m just… nervous.” | |
wildly. I watched in near fascination and a combination of pain and pleasure, as he threw his ...
Posted on: September 27, 2008
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| He wrapped his strong hands around my hips, and I watched the knotting and rolling of the arteries bulging on the muscles of his arms and pecs as he slid me back and forth, using me to pump myself. Again he sJasoned mostly buried deep so as not to lose purchase, but that left a good five inches of length he could use to pump me. He started slowly and then built and I was surprised that when he approached the point of no return this second he kept on going, his strokes getting closer together and his torso gyrating wildly. I watched in near fascination and a combination of pain and pleasure, as he threw his head back in triumph and screamed at the ceiling. I felt the cum ballooning up the head of his condom in waves of strong ejaculation. I had to admit that wasn't so bad. He just held himself there still for several minutes, his head thrown back. | |
the other $111 off," he said with a grin. "I didn't
Posted on: September 26, 2008
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| "That was amazing," he cried, as he brought his head back up and looked down at me with great affection. "There, that was worth $111." "$111" I responded indignantly. "You said $111." "You've still got to work the other $111 off," he said with a grin. "I didn't say anything about how often I could cum for my money." he turned me on my left side then and strung himself along my body, and I | |
bottom half of it before pulling off to remark, “Huh… I expected
Posted on: September 25, 2008
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| “Oh… sorry,” he responded before plunging my rosy cauliflower tip in between his lips. He took just the head in his mouth, sucking down and twirling his tongue back and forth under and around the bottom half of it before pulling off to remark, “Huh… I expected it to taste like something. But it just doesn’t really…” “Okay! no more talking!” I commanded, rubbing my fingers into his short, brown, curls to guide his head back down over my phallus. | |
