A middle-aged man on a business trip in a big foreign city wants, for once, to live a thrilling experience. On a site offering male escort services, he finds the perfect man for him. They're just a client and a gigolo, but unexpectedly touch each other deeper than expected.
I decided to help him, too; grabbing by the hips, I turned him around, his huge ass now touching my flaccid penis. I washed his muscular back, trailing over it with my big hands, and then I shifted my palms downwards, exploring his tight hole with my fingers again.
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.
I want to have a peaceful night, but my son's hung friend keeping me right on the edge. Breeding and Cum-inflation coming up. ('My friend's muscled Dad' story line)
Despite how last time went, adi being kicked out for not being able to be fully obedient to the old man's wishes, adi began to beg again, weeks turned into month, what the old man found amusing at first soon turned into nuisance. He decided to let adi know if he wants another chance that'll be night he will never forget. Without wasting a second adi agreed. What awaited him was far beyond his tolerance and expectations.
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.
This is a story about Ian and what he has gone through in his life. As you read the story, you will discover that it contains many chapters that will take you through the different experiences Ian has had throughout his life.
"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."
Feeling the bed shift under me was enough to rouse me from my dream. It was a blissful dream, too.
There was a tall, dark, and handsome man in a form-fitting grey suit and he wanted me. His face was masculine, but not like a caricature, it was classically handsome. His beard was tipping to grey but still had that salt and pepper look, as was his hair, though the temples had passed to a silvery grey.