As I thrust in, I direct him to the nearest wall to stabilize our passion. He gets what I am doing and walks, filled with my cock, squeezing me, not letting me disengage from his inner chamber. Once we get to the wall, I press hard against him, shoving my cock further into him, plunging myself deep into his well-used ass. He takes me, all my long inches of manhood, as I thrust myself ever deeper.
"Who is going first?" Sean says further spreading his legs, welcoming whoever will enter his hole, first, as he rubs his hands across his hairy-ringed anal canal. His hairy hole, offered up as an invitation, waiting to be answered with an RSVP cock. "Spread those legs, boy, I get first dibs on that ass," Randy says. "Get it boss," I say.
"We have more for you, boy," Reynolds says as he traces his five fingers of his right hand over the creases and folds of Sean's hanging flesh, "I want to tap that ass; I want my tool in there."
I am now naked; I fondle my own cock, just because I want to touch myself. This time I am not worried nor do I hide my own arousal from him. He saw my hardened stiff cock in the water of the pool while we both watched the sixty-nined display of...
"You gonna pound his ass like you said you do?" Rex says, "I wanna see it." "Oh, I will," I boast. My motions are swift and powerful. In the steam-filled shower room, the echoes of flesh against flesh fill the large communal wet room. The Coach's silky wet muscular walls of his ass are squeezing me with varying intensity. I let out barely audible moans, as his ass grips me and brings me closer and closer to filling him with my much sought after ...
I park the tractor beside his truck, near the ancient oak on the south side of the pond. I get down, unzip my jeans, take my own cock out, and take a piss next to him. "Boy, that cock of yours gets you in to more trouble than anything else," he says. He finishes his piss, shakes the last drops from his flaccid cock and leaves it dangling out over the zipper of his jeans. He is growing harder as he stands in the afternoon heat.
The water dances and sparkles off his fine blonde hair, in the soft light, that covers his body. His back is still toward us as we are all in the pool. He bends over, slowly; his ass naturally spreads from this movement.
As he does, his balls drop and are visible from the crack of his ass. They are full orbs of man-juice, hairy, like the rest of him; he does not shave them. He chooses to remain a natural unspoiled unshaven man.
He is gentle, taking his time, letting all of himself enter me. The inches of his manhood enter me slowly as my inner muscles enclose him in a tight vice.