By GayStoryTeller 30 Jan 2007
Thinking back, he wished he had taken out his video recorder. The whole strip number was something out of a porn flick. Well better actually as he had twirled the shirt, had even swatted him with it in a playful manner. It all made him aware of just how good looking Chris was.
By Habu 19 Jan 2007
Negotiations continue en route to the beach vacation. Part 3 of Trip Money.
By Habu 11 Jan 2007
Bigger dividend travel payment plan
By Habu 5 Jan 2007
Never, never let your car break down at a rest stop.
By Jockluv 1 Dec 2006
With one hand on the wheel, Trevor was pulling out a big fat hairy uncut tool. It was really big just kept growing and growing. He just held it up and it expanded. He then pulled his foreskin down revealing a nice fat cock head.
By GayStoryTeller 23 Nov 2006
His age looked to be on the youngish side but the stubble around his chin said he at least could shave. The lips, Christ the lips were a nice thin pink that made you dream about spreading them apart and diving into the mouth or better yet, to have them wrapped around a nice throbbing cock.
By Habu 20 Nov 2006
Tourist neutralizes his guilt on a Caribbean island
By Morgan Grayson 27 Oct 2006
My back arched and I gasped as he took me in his mouth. It had been so damned long since I'd felt anything like that. Hunger. Naked fucking hunger. He sucked me hard, greedily, one hand caressing my balls, the other pressing flat on my abdomen. He took me in deep, sliding his hot, tight lips up and down.
By Jesse Gambini 12 Oct 2006
Franco smiled again, and then dropped to his knees in front of me. He grabbed the waistband of my Calvin's and yanked them down around my ankles.
By Jesse Gambini 12 Oct 2006
We grappled in a mutual desire. My back pressed against the cool blue tiles as Ryan slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth. By the time he reached down with his pawing hands, my cock had lengthened and thickened to it's full eight inches.
By Morgan Grayson 11 Oct 2006
As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration.
By Morgan Grayson 11 Oct 2006
Paul sat on the bed with me as Jeff adjusted the camera. They had me tell a little bit about myself, staring into the camera. Paul stroked my back with one hand and my thigh with the other as I talked. Finally, he leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue in my ear.
By Morgan Grayson 11 Oct 2006
We were naked in the water, wrapped in each other's arms, floating in that magic sea. Our tongues danced together and our hands slid over each other. It was like a dream, floating in that glowing water. The arousal was intense, but our movements were deliberately slow.
By Morgan Grayson 11 Oct 2006
He did something that made it feel like his throat was milking my cock, and I shot cum long and hard. I couldn't hear anything over my own howls, or feel anything outside the shell of my body that was trying to contain the biggest fucking cum of my life.
By GSC 19 Sep 2006
I hadn't seen him before, this young Turkish guy behind the counter. He wore a short sleeved shirt open to reveal a smooth chest, his face was clean shaven. His dark skin was smooth and his hair was black, well trimmed and glistened with some kind of gel.
By Neil Gosling 18 Sep 2006
Propping myself up by my elbows I watched as Adonis strolled slowly towards me. I watched as first his head emerged then his smooth muscled chest followed by his flat stomach. His skin glistened in the sun and I could now see the fine line of hairs travelled down from his belly button.
By Michael Shuler 14 Sep 2006
I gently stroked the base of his huge cock with my right hand, while I rested on my left elbow and bobbed my mouth up and down on his shaft of sex. It tasted good, as the previous cock had before.
By Edward James 13 Sep 2006
There were only two obvious things that set me apart from my neighbours. One, I was English and they were Greek; and two, I was gay. My heart did a quick back-flip as I figured that Dimitris was definitely not English.