Old films about sailors being lashed and whipped, Italian films about old Rome and Greek with slaves dressed in loin cloths and some of the pornography he saw in the Internet, stirred his guts making him yank himself without mercy over and over again.
I cried out in first taking, in pain, and wonder, and awe, and arousal, and ecstasy, as my ass channel descended on his possessing cock, my channel stretching as best it could, caressing his cock.
He was on his back on the bed, me astride his hips and rising and falling on his throbbing tool, him gurgling softly, undulating languidly, and holding my hips in his hands, for the first half of the payment.
At the gym, a man meets up with a gorgeous hunk who turns out to be a sergeant in the National Guard. The sergeant asks for a ride to his girlfriend's cabin, and the man soon finds out that the sergeant has other plans in mind for the weekend, and he's not the only one. Four other men join in the hot action.
When he was what he wanted to project, he left the room and went to the elevator. It had been a stupendous gamble on Brewster's part. But it had pleased Winslow. It had been years since he'd come twice in a single fucking.
Finally, shaking with exhaustion, the slave was led off the stage, every few steps his cock dripping and dribbling a few more globs of come. The masters then turned on each other. In the centre of the stage they stood and pinched each other's nipples, kissing and feeling and toying with each other's bodies.
I've always thought that Daniel was somewhat cute, but I've just never liked him. He just looks like a little bitch. A little bitch that you just want to take advantage of while you're fucking the shit out of him. The one that you just want to make your sex slave.
A whaling siren, as a cop car sped toward us, brought me from my daydreams. My cock was painfully proud in my bell-bottoms, my hands gripping tightly upon Tex's solid sex. I brought my palms smartly around his waist, embarrassed flushes filling my cheeks.
Satisfied that he had gained control, Andreyev slowly propelled himself and Dave over toward the window between the capsule and the control room's camera.
This short story is part of a collection I wrote following my diagnosis of Schizophrenia and the loss of my lover, Shawn, from AIDS. The book is called "Backslidden". I hope you enjoy it.
His whole body was trembling now as he leaned down more. He wanted more of that tongue inside, and Stephen obliged him as he felt his lover's head pushing up into his buttocks. The nose was hurting him, but he didn't care as he felt the tongue twirling around inside.
Wilson came up close behind him, unzipped his fly and pulled out a respectably sized cock. The accountant then doubled the young file clerk over at the waist on the banister with one hand, so that he was facing down the well from the tenth floor, and worked up his unsheathed cock with the other hand, spitting a few times on his hand to lubricate his tool.
Then he felt a hard hand on his back, and the wet push of something very thick and round on the top of his cheeks. He didn't quite know what it was, if maybe Ken was getting ready to put something else into his ass, as he felt it slowly moved down his crack.
Ted had pulled Jimmy down to the floor on his knees, his chest buried in the seat, and Ted was behind him, his legs between Jimmy's, and he was pumping the youth again in long and forceful strokes. Ted had Jimmy's wrists in his hands and was holding them up and out.
I stroked his cock until he came, and then I moved in, covering him with my body, my legs pressing his thighs together and my arms wrapped around his torso, one hand going to his nipples and the other to his belly and cock, getting close in, squeezing myself into him the way I liked it.
I leaned forward and felt. He was so smooth. I looked up. He was smiling encouragingly. "Lick those nubs." I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. They were hard, like little cocks. His body smelt intoxicatingly: sweat, sweet and a little rancid.
I am flesh being pumped by flesh, I am metal and skin being pulled to bring that tightness up from my balls into a sting, a reminder that he is in control..
Julio came in rubbing his bulge, his eyes shining. He dropped his shorts and slipped off his shirt. He was great looking, pretty tan, nice swimmer's muscles and a long slim cock just beginning to rise to the occasion.
"Show your appreciation," I whispered to him, speaking around his cock. He needed no further instruction. He fell into a mode he still remembered from his early teens. He took my cock deep into his throat, his lips against my public hair.
It's no wonder that none of the windows have any eyelids / curtains in Greg's parent's house. I say this because I'm sitting here naked, sitting in a large padded chair in our bedroom, facing the bathroom, watching Greg take a shower in the non-shower door gray-blue stone wall enclosure, and the dark trees and darker sky outside is sketching us.
The tequila shots were doing their magic, and I didn't give a damn anymore about self-respect. I had thoroughly loved getting fucked by the huge biker on the bar, and now having this freakishly large man's penis in my mouth was awesome.
It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master's feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there..