I could tell that Kurt had shot his load, because the towel attendant jerked and sucked hard on the tongue I had in his mouth and the two of them groaned in unison. The German tennis pro and I were holding the towel guy between us on the bed in Kurt's hotel room. The towel attendant's butt was plastered to Kurt's lap, Kurt's sheathed cock up his channel. Kur...
Gordy was a pushover. From the moment that Bryan Albertson entered the Wilson apparel and gear tent at the Legg Mason tennis tournament in Washington, D.C., the tennis star knew the cute young twink who was modeling tennis apparel and helping at the ball serve exhibit was his for the asking. This wasn't the first time today that Bryan had seen Gordy. The fi...
Hello all my beautiful and sexy fans. People seem to be enjoying the first part so here is Day 2 of my chess tournament / fun times with Hunter. This is 100% real. Time for some gay sex. Enjoy it! **************** I awoke to a nice feeling the following morning. The feeling of my dick going in and out of a warm crevasse. I glanced at the time (8:00 am) bef...
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Who are you? You're Riley Walker, and you're competing in a very special tournament. You belong to a fighting gym that holds a competition once every year to determine who the superior combatant is! This competition is conducted with specific rules and goals in mind. There are three ways to defeat your opponents, or suffer defeat, yourself. One can lose by b...
"The forehand. Move in and take those serves with the forehand." The voice had cut through all of the noise in the stands at the Fitzgerald tennis center. Zach had been getting plenty of support from the stands surrounding the tennis court—which stood to reason, as he lived and trained here in Washington, D.C., a hometown boy, living in the Mclean suburbs a...
Hello all, I hope you enjoy part 2! I am already working on part 3, I don't know how many parts there will be, but I recently purchased a new laptop and I am not so busy with work currently so hopefully, I'll have part 3 done soon! Wanted to give a heads up about part 1! The piece that was uploaded was the unedited version and I have been trying since Hall...
Had he really drunk enough to be this woozy? His head was swimming, the sound of his ears being the rushing of water—real or imagined?—and he was having difficulty distinguishing teak walls from sienna brown curtains on the portholes and from separating his tremors from the slow bobbing of the yacht. Why, in this state of confusion, could he feel every lusci...
Sunday, December 15 7:04 PM CST Old Market Lofts, Omaha Pierce Livingston S/wromocode - 12/15/19 7:04:44 pm CST - u/gaycollegewrestler Okay my fellow #wromocode #gaycollegewrestlers, here is the #draftwromocodeguidelines mentioned in previous posts for several scenarios related to having naked fun with another college wrestler. @justme, have a look thr...
Chapter Fifteen - Collared Snake Walking into a ring never felt like this. Johnny was sure he was different, and the world was a different place, too. It had to be true what songs and whatnot said about love giving you wings and all that. For a while, he had thought that he would care less. But the soonest he jumped the ropes, into the cage, he knew that w...