I stood on the porch while he went back to pay the cab driver and get his duffle bag. My eyes were glued to his high and tight ass packed tightly in his uniform pants, fixed on the obviously hard muscle flexing and churning inside his pants.
He sat leaned back, totally relaxed, with his legs splayed apart, as if he were intentionally displaying his bulging manhood packed inside his pants. His thighs were even more massive sitting down.
I was greatly relieved that Lisa's experience with the Marine did not diminish our relationship one bit. If anything, she was even more passionate in bed, as if the Marine's big cock had served as an aphrodisiac.
Dan sat on the couch with his legs sprawled out, watching Shawn undress. It wasn't a look of sexual interest, but more like smiling curiosity at having the young stud there with us.
I got up and stepped over his legs and got two more beers out of the refrigerator. As I turned back, seeing the handsome, built stud slouched on the couch, groping his crotch.
The first time I ever had cum in my mouth it wasn't my cum; I wasn't even jacking off. I was being held down on a bench in the locker room by a bunch of burly jocks-eight of them--all standing around jacking off and shooting their loads on me.
Yeah, and how was I going to get through it, I wondered, eyeing his mostly naked, muscular frame. "It's no big deal. I'm glad you're home, we're not going to waste that precious time with me going off to play cards and drink beer with a bunch of guys."
The second thing was another priest telling me, "You're just too damned good looking to be a priest. Certain members of your flock are going to be attracted to you and many of them will ignore your collar. Try not to let the temptations overwhelm you. But if that happens, don't beat yourself up over it. Keep this in mind-priests are as human as any other man."
I have a nephew on my wife's side who I thought might be gay. Thought so for a while. He was just 18, graduated, a gifted athlete, hell of a baseball player....in fact he has a baseball scholarship; he was a great looking kid, great personality, and BUILT. And he had a very refreshing, straightforward way about him.
He was cute as hell, young, and built like a tank. The way he filled out his long-sleeved shirt and jeans was almost criminal. He had a thick neck and a round, tight looking butt, chest pushing his shirt out in front, and his sleeves were filled up real snug with his arms. I hung around of course, while he checked in.
I wasn't very athletic in high school and I was envious of the well-built jocks that dominated the locker room; and secretly hot for them. I didn't get harassed or picked on though, probably because I was bigger than any of them in the cock department.
Sometimes he thought he must be a spectacle to these smaller Vietnamese people with his massive, 230-pounds of muscle moving among them. But he was used to it, and he had only one thing on his mind; Brady, who was waiting on him in room eighteen of the Tyler Hotel. The tingling in his loins at the mere thought of the guy quickened his step. What the hell ever gave him the idea that he could take on a big stud marine like Brady anyway?
Brad Clarkson, a senior football player, stood back from the bed, his big, sexy hands unbuckling his belt.
"I love watching you undress," Chip said.
"You see me undressing all the time in the locker room," the older boy said in his deeper, resonant voice as he pulled the buckle apart and unbuttoned his jeans.