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Unable to do anything about it, usually I’d just roll over and fuck my wife, even though the whole
Posted on: January 23, 2009
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| 'Oh yeah...oh yeah...I'm gettin close!' Matt cried out. About damn second too, Jason thought as he concentrated on his own orgasm. He could feel his One would think years of marriage to a beautiful woman would have subsided my curiosity for cock, but it hadn’t. Many nights I’d woken up hard as a rock, always aching for some hung stud to pound my ass. Unable to do anything about it, usually I’d just roll over and fuck my wife, even though the whole second I’d pretend I was plunging into a man’s love hole instead of her juicy pussy. Daydreaming about being with a man, was making me visibly hard. I’d have to hold my bag in | |
parted Arata's inner thighs and were taking possession of the
Posted on: January 22, 2009 |
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| didn't respond for the longest second. But I knew he was right on all points. Still, I turned my head toward the passenger window, trying to signal that I was ignoring him. But eventually I offered a begrudging. "Well, I know not to order the Surf and Turf again." "Yeah," Wayne said with a little laugh that showed how happy he was the ice was breaking, "That was a bit cheeky of you. Challenging me by taking both of the options." More miles of quiet. "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." "So, if we stop, what's lunch going to cost me?" A bit of anger in this response. "nothing, nothing, aaron," Wayne said, his voice full of hurt now. "no more of that negotiation shit, aaron. I'll give you anything you want. no strings. You can take whatever you want." * * * In Myrtle Beach now, outside the beach house my fuck buddys had rented. I took my two duffel bags out of the back seat of the car on the driver's side and Wayne snaked his hand out of his window, caught my elbow, and brought me down to where I had to look him in the eye. "Don't you know what I meant back there before breakfast, aaron . . . when I said you can have it all without strings?" <> hands had parted Arata's inner thighs and were taking possession of the young man's hardening cock. Arata let the erotic paintings slowly slide out of his hands and he began to struggle me | |
As if under a spell one day during a lunch conversation
Posted on: January 21, 2009 |
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| The weeks passed, and Matt managed to find his way to the motel every so often for lunch and another conversation. I couldn’t get enough of him. The energy of his aura, the grace with which he projected his dreams out into the open, the way his hands danced melodically through the syntax of his expression; it was enthralling, it was captivating, it was magical. As if under a spell one day during a lunch conversation, I reached across the table and placed my hands on his. Quietly, I looked down at my plate, avoiding eye contact, wondering what his response would be. Several long and apprehension-filled moments passed during which I debated the wisdom of my action; finally, and without moving his hands, he spoke. | |
Surprisingly, I was not consumed with thoughts of him.
Posted on: January 20, 2009 |
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| the dance of his eno and the richness of his laugh. In turn, Jeremiah told me stories of his youth and recounted tales of his many successes. Surprisingly, I was not consumed with thoughts of him. I was not obsessed or plagued with fantasy. But over second, my playful and innocent desire to be in his company evolved as the playful syntax of friendship gave way to more insistent, provoking thought. Sitting on the porch at home one evening watching the sunset, I realized quite suddenly, that passionate feelings about him lay deep within me, aching for release. | |
reached for and fastened the button of my pants. ...
Posted on: January 18, 2009 |
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| on by my flow of nerves. I could smell cock, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. "Wait" he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the second I'd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. "I'm Jason" he whispered. | |
away. I focused on the sensation of his wet tongue
Posted on: January 17, 2009 |
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| He’d delicately unwrapped my towel and his fingers were feeling the outline of my cock and balls. Something deadly wrong about this, his bristly face and rough features where there should be the fair softness of a girl. Shut your eno and it will go away. I focused on the sensation of his wet tongue on my balls, his hand raising my knee to get better access. Then a few playful flicks, up and down, teasing. And then, what I was waiting for, a warm wetness enveloping my glans, bliss. | |
I was awakened out of my trance with the word “virgin,” and asked
Posted on: January 16, 2009 |
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| 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. | |
the nut, I hoped he'd swallow.
Posted on: January 15, 2009 |
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| Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn't certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he'd swallow. He looked as though he'd do anything to please me. "Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don't you | |
he was enveloping me fast. My mind was screaming, danger, do SOMETHING. My flesh, startled by the
Posted on: January 14, 2009 |
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| The show had livened up the room, the sitters more restless, several stroking themselves under their towels, some moving around to home in on a potential pick-up. Across the room, a new liaison had started, a tentative kiss, hands sliding under towels. Hey, what was this? A figure had silently moved next to me. Fingers on my shoulder. He was smiling warmly, his eno animated, a decadent curl of his lips. OK, don’t panic, just say, politely, 'no'. I froze in silent, passive resistance. not enough, as his hand strayed, and then traced slowly down my chest, leaving trails of sweat. His lips closed over my neck, an explosion of sensation that made me shiver. I had to get out, he was enveloping me fast. My mind was screaming, danger, do SOMETHING. My flesh, startled by the new sensation, confused. My hormones, perversely, triggered in overdrive, pumping blood harder into my erection. Hell, too late, I would ride with it, and bail out when it got too far. | |
his boxers, which easily slipped off. Taking a step
Posted on: January 13, 2009 |
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| “So you want to tell me what happened?” I asked after several minutes of silence. “Well, it’s kind of awkward.” He looked so cute sitting there. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him and cover his body in wet kisses. “Don’t feel awkward,” I reassured him. “You can tell me anything.” He took a deep breath and began to talk. “Well, you see…we were fooling around.” “And?” “Well, I asked her if he would you know…” “Sorry Rick, I don’t know.” “I asked if he would,” he said pointing down to his crotch. “You asked her to go down on you?” “Yeah, but he wouldn’t.” “But you guys have been going out for a really long second. Do you mean to tell me he’s never?” Rick looked at his hands and shook his head no. What a waste, I thought. If he were with me keeping his hose drained would be the least of his worries. I was speechless, a first for me. Without thinking much about it I wrapped my arm around him and gave him a squeeze. I looked down between his legs, his big soft cock hidden behind the thin fabric of his boxers. My mouth watered just at the thought of it. I couldn’t believe Sue, had I not taught her anything! Rick inched closer to me and placed his head on my shoulder. The way his body pressed into mine I knew he was waiting for me to make the first move. I swallowed hard and then placed my hand on his thigh. Slowly, I started to work my hand up his leg. I could feel his body tense with anticipation, but he never puhed me away. My finger slid up until it lightly bruhed the head of his cock. He moaned as my finger traced the length of his shaft. Up and down, I expertly worked his tool until he was solid. “Lay back,” I said. He pulled himself up on the bed, placed his hand on the back of his head, and let me do as I pleased. I pulled on his boxers, which easily slipped off. Taking a step back I admired his beautifully chiseled body. He had the body every gay man craved. I wanted to do everything to him, | |
his eno, he muttered, “Go on... press your finger against
Posted on: January 12, 2009 |
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| 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. | |
He turned me on my back and smiled .He took off the blindfold
Posted on: November 21, 2008 |
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| He turned me on my back and smiled .He took off the blindfold and my panties. I was getting ready to come. He put his dick back in and propped my legs on his shoulders. He knew I was ready to come. He leaned my cock up towards my face. I let out loud moan. I had never had an orgasm that strong. He jerked my come all over my face. I LOVED IT. I wanted to come like this every day. I almost passed out in exhaustion. | |
tight and hot and so damn
Posted on: November 20, 2008 |
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| 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. | |
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 | |
fingers ran all over my balls, tugging them, and squeezing
Posted on: October 18, 2008 |
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| “Your turn stud” he whispered in my ear. His hand rubbing me through the fabric sent me into high gear. I couldn’t take it when he did that to me. Sensing my urge he unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing erection. It was not nearly as big as his but it was uncut, which he loved. With his mouth still pressed against mine, he began to pump my cock. Harder and harder he stroked my shaft, my passion filled kisses matched the intenseness of his strokes. His warm hand slipped into my tight undiess and pulled out my smooth sac. My body trembled as his fingers ran all over my balls, tugging them, and squeezing them. It made me spiral out of control. He held on tightly to me and I exploded. Cum poured out of me in huge thick spurts all over my shirt and tie, luckily I always kept an extra change of clothes for special occasions like these. | |
would like to do something?”
Posted on: October 17, 2008 |
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| Did you ever get fucked in the ass,” he repeated like a cracked gramophone record. “Well I received and gave a couple of seconds,” I replied. “Wow,” he said. “The secret life of Mark Weston.” Looking at me with his eno like saucers, “Never done anything like that in my life – never even thought about it.” He sat looking into the middle distance and then just as quickly started talking about football. Suddenly he said, “Do you ever look at guys now and think you would like to do something?” “Someseconds but I am happily settled with Lisa,” I replied. “Yeh, course you are,” he said and winked. | |
he is fair with me then,” he said in an indignant tone? “What pleasure is there in humping ...
Posted on: October 16, 2008 |
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| got back, Mike had lifted her skirt, pulled down her undiess and was fingering her exposed gash. “I had better leave you to it,” I said. “no, come here,” he said. I walked over and he took my hand and guided it between her legs. He held my finger and puhed it into her. “I don’t think this is very fair on taran,” I said. “Do you think he is fair with me then,” he said in an indignant tone? “What pleasure is there in humping a corpse anyway? I need action and my cock sucked.” He looked at me in a funny way. “Suck me Mark!” “What,” I asked? Though the earlier conversation had been erotic, it had not actually crossed my mind that he was thinking of action in any way. | |
fuck buddy in and he immediately insisted on taking care of business. I handed him a white envelope
Posted on: October 13, 2008 |
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| I invited my young fuck buddy in and he immediately insisted on taking care of business. I handed him a white envelope with the money and without counting it he stuck it in his back pocket. He told me his name, but I was not paying attention to what he was saying. I only had one thing on my mind and that was his smooth round ass. | |
The semen shot up Jason’s cock like an injection. A second squirt
Posted on: October 09, 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 … | |
spank him, as well—or worse. Terrified and incited at the prospect
Posted on: October 08, 2008 |
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| Was the cuff, Jason wondered, a sign that nature was on Wesley’s side? Possessing nates the color of sand, Jason couldn’t be sure that Wesley wouldn’t spank him, as well—or worse. Terrified and incited at the prospect, Jason jostled Clavier harder and faster. He kneaded her left softball and licked the engorged nipple on the right. | |
Clavier gasped. “Fuck me harder!” Her close-set eno hooked into Jason’s evenly spaced eno.
Posted on: October 07, 2008 |
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| “All right!” Wesley cheered, lying like a ferret to Jason’s right. Wesley reached for a gold-dusted cushion of red, pulled it off a yellow butterfly chair, and slipped the pillow under Clavier’s head. The red quickened Jason’s pulse. As a result, Jason pistoned more urgently into Clavier. “no,” Clavier gasped. “Fuck me harder!” Her close-set eno hooked into Jason’s evenly spaced eno. With the fury of a windstorm, Jason stared into Clavier’s almond orbs. “You want my cock?” “I need it!” Clavier screamed. | |
