I turned my head up to face him and our lips met and parted, our tongues roamed each other's mouths. I pulled off my shirt and laid back on the blanket. He slipped his off and we began caressing, kissing, grinding against each other's bodies.
I've always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot. He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking.
He wanted me to dominate him, and I really liked his ass. The thought of being inside him made my breath come in short gasps, and my heart pound. I also knew it was important to control him as utterly as possible.
I take it in one hand and savor its fullness, its thickness, its erection. It feels so good just to hold it this way. Just to hold it is wonderful, almost wonderful enough to not need the added pleasure of jerking it.
As he scoured the inside of Roger's mouth with his tongue, Nick kept rubbing and pressing against his cock until it was hard as a rock. He wanted him to want it bad. He could feel his hands on his butt and he could tell by the way he was squeezing it that it was working.
He was cute, young.. probably 20 at most. He had the preppy look with stylish dark hair, green eyes and a long lean body that was going to look great stretched out naked under me. You could tell he was shy.
I tried him out in every position, pushing him onto his stomach and pounding him hard from above, flipping him over and making him ride my tool and then tossing him on his back, with his legs over my shoulders.
He just had a skimpy towel wrapped round his waist and it was made to look smaller by his massive, muscular body. He looked like he could have been a professional bodybuilder. His torso was a perfect mass of muscles and his legs were like two tree trunks.
I looked back at him and watched him slide a rubber down onto his cock. With his hands on my bare back, I pushed my face back into his pillow, trying not to cry out as his thick cock buried itself up my ass.
I spread my legs a little and put my hand on my shorts, giving my dick a subtle rub. "Don't suppose you can give me a lift home?" I asked, staring right into his sexy brown eyes. God, I wanted this virgin!
As soon as I saw him, I knew the twink was a newcomer to this scene. He was there alone, off in a corner on the upper level, looking around with a mix of fear and bewilderment.
Jeff didn't believe in wearing anything other than tight gym shorts and baggy tank tops that showed off his hard body. He'd been thrown out of two gyms for causing fights, so he was forced to work out in the apartment. I don't know how many times I walked in on Jeff wearing just a jockstrap.
I rose up and pressed the head of my 9 inches to his asshole. Even the rimming hadn't relaxed him enough to take my big dick. I pushed, a little harder than I should have. His hole slowly tore open, pulling the head of my cock inside him.
He held his hand there, on mine, as I massaged the inside of his leg and when I made to "accidentally" brush up against his boner, he took it firmly and planted it on his boner and pressed it in so that I could feel how hard he was.
I balanced myself against him, letting him take all of it, and pleased at what had gone down so far. This was where I wanted to be at the moment. I kept him sucking me for a while.
Derrick a tall, black neighbor of mine came over one evening, after much pleading on my part. He is an intimidating figure, trim but very muscular which helps him in his job as a prison guard.
he attached two steel clamps to my nipples, their sharp teeth cutting into my skin. Each clamp had a chain that hung down, and he attached these to a ring that he fastened around my dick. As the weight of my dick pulled the chains, the clamps got tighter, making me scream from a new source of pain.
Do you want me to tell you about them, boy." I nodded yes not loosing his dick from my mouth. "I see them about twice a week. They take care of me real good." Do they drink your piss Sir? "No boy, you are getting something they don't get.
There were seven or eight big black guys man-handling me to one of the
larger huts. There was a dull light coming from the hut as they dragged me
in. In the light I could see there were ten black men.