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(First Fantasy: My lover has just finished having anal intercourse with me. Now I am ready to penetrate him -- my first time ever with a man!) My ass hole, still wide open from your huge cock having filled it only moments ago, begins to drip with the cum you have so recently shot into me. I turn myself on the bed, kneeling doggie style, and, parting my legs...
The comments kept coming, like flies to a very tasty and humiliating pot of honey. The best were from the prettiest girls. I mean, not that I gave a single shit about girls, I was gay as fuck, but their comments were delicious anyway. "Lmaooo what a dork" "Maybe you should drop the books and hit the gym sometime Mike lol" "Do u even lift, brah?" I scroll...
A couple evenings later Kim shows up at the apt looking for Eddie. "Kim, Eddie won't be here for another 90 minutes or so. Feel free to wait." I'm wearing my usual apartment attire, a pair of shorts and I'm free balling it. No shirt, pretty much naked except for my thin shorts. I direct Kim to the couch to wait. I head into the kitchen and yell out to Kim, "...
Even though he was nearly five years my junior, Ken was still my boss. That's why I didn't object when the motel he selected for the two of us to spend the night on our sales trip to Indianapolis wasn't exactly what the truckers call a "flop box" but hardly five star accommodations either. It was a Super Eight in Plainfield, Indiana. After the sales confer...
It's Friday evening and I am setting in front of my computer. Naked. That's right, bare assed naked. Don't tell me you never do this. I have just spent the last 30 minutes admiring the action on some of my gay community sites. Sure I have a hard on, wouldn't you if you were slowly stroking your cock for half an hour. I'm six foot three and weigh 210 pounds,...
I'm a scissor freak. Not the cutting kind. The crushing kind. As in the hot, muscular legs of a young stud, a wrestling hold used to control and punish an opponent. It started when I was just over 18. Bobby was one of my best friends, same age, same class, a skinny kid but sinewy, lean, athletic. We used to wrestle a bit from time to time, and the stirring...
How I got persuaded to do a series of presentations in Nevada in July I really don't know, nor why anyone would want to round up delegates for such an event in high summer, is anybody's guess, we're talking 110° F/ 43°C in the daytime. However, on balance, there are good reasons to be happy it took place. At least the choice of hotels is excellent in Las Ve...
I say yes, and widen my stance to bend over in these heels. The weight of the tits pull me down and the counterbalance of the ass levels me out, I have never felt so sexy. So desirable. Basically on my toes, with my ass pushed out snorting up the first line of whore fuel. I tilt my head back and take a huge snort to make sure I got every grain as far back in...
Derek was a former footballer who now worked as a pundit, co-commentating on big matches and writing a column in a Sunday paper. He was Nigerian in origin but had played for England because he had lived most of his life there. Burly was the word to describe him; a battering ram of a man. I had never liked him. He was a destructive player and not enjoyable t...