Romo is the nickname a previous lover bestowed upon me after our first date and our first fuck and then the many more that we would share over the many years we spent together.
I hope my stories are enjoyable for the reader. And they bring some degree of excitement as I have more than enjoyed the act of writing them. Editing them. And most of all concocting them.
As I wrote them, I was often fortunate to have my cock burst to life. Grow. Throb. Pulsate. And leak its juices as I put words to the blank pages.
Let me know how you like them and that can only be done by scoring. Again, my name is Romo. And you are welcome to peek at how my stream of creativity works. And what motivates my cock to its full and bursting abundance. And what causes me to spill my potent gooey seed.
Romo Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Romo.
I can feel the coolness of the concrete floor underneath me. I know this because I am naked. Bare, as the day I wailed with my first breath into this world. My dangling balls are reacting to the coolness of the frigid concrete floor and the room; they are rolling amidst my many curly haired pubes.
“A hole well-filled is a cock’s happy delight. Happy Christmas to all and a good fucking too! Be a ho-ho-ho!” Santa shouted in his jolly-good way as he is whisked away through the Christmas morning sky by all the reindeer guiding his sleigh.
First Lady Jackie Kennedy. Bouffant hairdos. Blue-eye shadow. Pompadours. Muttonchops. Hairy chest. Arms. And Legs. The YMCA. Star Swimmer. Coach. Coaches. And Free Love. Lots and Lots of Free Love.
Coach stands in the area between his bed and mine and skims down the black bikini briefs he is wearing and tosses them to me. It leaves him standing in all his naked glory in front of me. He casually runs his fingers through his dense dark pubes while giving himself a gentle stroke and tug on his visible cock.
"You hole is not wet enough, Nate." I say. "Let me help you get ready." I lean down and take his ass into my mouth, licking his ass hair and finding his puckered hole. "Mmm, what a sweet ass." I say.
"Get me wet, Bob. Good and wet." Nate says. "Get my hole lubed up really well."
As he walks to the Collection chamber, he looks at the others, like him, in this immense room. Shaved. Naked. Muscular. His body, like theirs, is at its peak of specimen perfection. The machines have seen to this perfection. As each in this room share his approximate age. He is in his twentieth year of existence. And he does what he is told to do.
“Boy, that’s nine…nine fucking thick inches.” Roper responds. “That is a fucking monster. DAMN! You are built like your dear ole departed dad. His cock was just as big as that monster. I remember it well, I sure do.”
As Bob's cock enters and exits Rick's hole, I can see the wetness from each thrust as his cock shines from the juices of both him and Rick, in the early morning light, it glistens with his own pre-cum. I stroke my cock harder.
"Man, I need to get these things off, I am being rubbed raw," I said aloud, not really caring or asking his permission. I ease the shorts down and my cock hits my stomach as its full erection was no longer restrained by the cut-off Levi shorts.
“FUCK! FUCK!” he screams as the cum erupts from his steel girder of a cock. His breathing comes in waves, this was surely one of his biggest eruptions. He guessed he knew how Adam must have felt in the Garden of Eden. That man must have done the same when he was that garden. Surely that first man’s cock got rock hard out in the wildness, and he had to relieve himself of that pleasurable burden.
There are a lot of misconceptions around the Christmas Holiday season. I aim to clear up some of those misconceptions in this little tale. Sit back, enjoy as I unravel a few of them for you. And prepare to be surprised at the revelations. It will not be what you expect, I promise you. Hopefully, you will enjoy this non-traditional holiday story. Here goes.
My words are inaudible as I speak in tongues of an intense ass-filled fuck. I am filled with the spirit of insatiable male-on-male fucking. I am in heaven. But I am burning with the intense desire of hellish desire being satisfied.
“Boy, you thought you knew what a rough fuck was…is…this man, me…will show you what a rough fuck is…” Mike says as he buries his cock up to his pubes deep inside Brett’s hole. He forces his cock all the way out, his cockhead tickling the damp hairs on Brett’s ass before he rams it back into his root hilt.
He rakes his right hand through the dense fur that blankets his chest. He can feel the definition of his hard-earned pectoral muscles. He tweaks his sensitive left nipple which sends a pulse throughout his body. He can feel his cock jump at the same time as he had fondled his bare nipple. It felt good. Damn good.