The man wrapped his arms around Ham and slashed him diagonally from left belly to right shoulder with long, sharp fingernails. He then dug the nails into Ham's nipples. Ham felt the pain, but it seemed to be distant; it seemed to be happening to someone other than him.
Caught up in the euphoria of the concert, I decided to see what my special red-banded ticket would get me. I really wanted to see that brunette up close. My wish about that was granted, because when I was ushered back to the rocker's dressing room, she and he were in a lip lock and fondle exercise over on one of a pair of couches that faced each other in an alcove.
Leaning forward, he tried to kiss the head of Kyle's cock, but it moved out of the way as the truck hit a bump. He felt his upper body lurch up, then fall down hard onto Kyle's lap. He put his hand outwards, letting his thumb rest on the base of Kyle's dick, the other fingers pushing up against his far thigh.
Now renamed 'Carla' after some trannies started putting some feminizing hormones up my ass, it was hopeless trying to pretend I was a man. My Rugby playing friends were determined to make sure of that.
Alphonse moaned in pleasure of full possession as Emile worked inside him a few inches and worked the canal back and forth on his huge tool. The quadroon was loving this, and memories of other delicious quadroons were surfacing in Emile's brain and he was loving this too. He would take his time with this one.
His mind didn't care about resting, about relaxing. It just wanted Jimmy, to taste him, to have him and to possess him. Tyler's tongue licked hard between the thigh and groin, tickled the firm balls. Jimmy squirmed a little, as he leaned back in the seat, his legs pushing outwards, his hips jutting up a bit. His hand was pulling his own shirt up, the other still on Tyler's head, urging him to continue.
The taste was new, something musky, hot and different from the many women I had explored that way. I did my best to imitate the movements Kent had used and was rewarded with moans of pleasure and encouragements through gasps, deep sighs and a single quiet, "Yes, Joe, yes..."
He looked and laughed. "Ah, he's a little hungry, but he won't starve to death." He wrapped his hand around it. "We're buddies; if I really wanted to I'd just go ahead and beat off, nothing wrong with that. Wouldn't be the first time I've done it out here." With that he cradled the back of his head with his hands again and just stretched out, naked but for damp boxers, huge throbbing erection, his calves almost touching mine.
Emile pulled the cyclist over onto his lap, facing him. The cyclist's respectably sized cock ran up next to Emile's inhumanly huge cock and was dwarfed. Emile had wedged a big pillow behind the cyclist's back on the seat, and the cyclist was reclined back against that, able to view all the way down his torso to the docked penises and than all the way up Emile's now-young and cut torso to those mesmerizing violet eyes.
Kenny was one of those more nervous types. He wore glasses, but only for mundane tasks like reading, driving. When he was just walking, or more importantly sucking his cock, the glasses were on the night stand.
It seemed an arrangement made in heaven, but it proved to be their downfall. Just when Sandy and I thought that our foursome could not get any better, there was a bitter battle royal in the old villa above St. Julian's that we could hear down at the art gallery in the harbor.
He took out his cock and played with it. I saw drops of precum comming out of him. Mike finaly came back up for air. I told him to look. He slowly turned his head. He seen the man. The man put his cock back into his pants and started to leave.
The lights aimed at the table were bright, and hot. He could feel himself already starting to sweat. Sounds of clothes being dropped, of belts being undone, button's opened and zippers lowered made him tense up. It was weird, laying across this table, while a few feet away, the best looking athletes, most sought after studs at the University were undressing, getting ready to have sex with him, a typical nerd.
Emile wanted all three of them. And he could see no reason why he couldn't have them all. But one at a time. He had to choose. He decided he'd savor the winning of the Adrian lookalike, save him for later.
The right front leg was clearly broken, a compound fracture revealing bone and tendon to the cold evening air. I ran for the saddlebag. The gun was wet, but I prayed it would fire.
Precious moments were wasted in Breaux's difficulty in breaking down Philippe's reluctance to return to the tomb. But Jacques was Philippe's best friend and gym workout buddy; he couldn't just leave him if he was in some kind of trouble.
The hand I had wrapped around my cock is now replaced with your left hand, as you release mountains of cream across my loins with your right hand and slowly shave my pubic region to total nakedness, total openness to you. You kiss and lick the clean canvas you have created, well pleased with what you have done.
The look on his face was heart breaking. He could see the tears now too, and somehow it struck him as how much he looked like him, when he had first told his Aunt about himself, about being Gay.
Seth and Brian were two 19 year old gay guys living in a rented council flat in a rough part of London. Both guys were well built, thankfully and this limited the amount of hassle their obvious gayness attracted in such a run down area. They quickly found out, however, that being such an obvious gay relationship in such a heterosexual environment was not as awkward as it might at first look.
As the liquid went down, he realized that he was really a catch, even if he did sell his body for money, but the truth was, business wasn't all that good these days. He wasn't old, wasn't a sleaze as some might assume.
Ben watches the neighbor grow up; when his parents are called out of town they ask Ben to watch out for Jason, who is having his first big date. Ben loans his car and when Jason returns late, tells him to spend the night.
It wasn't a put on, he could see the desire reflected in Ron's face, the same look he was getting from Andy as well. They were serious, and he had made the deal. He never thought he'd have to pay off, but he had been suckered.
He had come close at school, but his natural shyness, his fear too, always held him back. Danny was certain of one thing, that he was into guys, as for anything else, he wasn't what you would call a positive person.
Justin had known a few guys, but none could compare with Chad when it came to bed prowess. Chad had an above average cock. It was thicker than most, but had a small bend in it, just behind the head. It was uncut as well, which made it even more exciting.
As I gazed intently at him, I saw his eyes flash and his nostrils flare up. Following his line of sight, I saw her - and I drew in my breath. She had appeared at the top of the staircase and stood there, knowing that all eyes were slowly being drawn to her and the cacophony of boisterous conversation throughout the room was bubbling down to gossipy whispers behind gloved hands and fans.
I lay down, stretching my body along his to grab that penis in my mouth. He sucked me in and we lay entwined pumping our hips over each other's face. I could feel the suction pulling the pleasure from my loins. At the same time I loved feeling the skin rubbing inside my mouth.