I know it might sound gay, but it might work, and no one would know cause everyones sleeping, but, maybe if we stood here and closed our eyes, we could jerk each other off pretending it was Gina or Keri doin us." "That aint gay, I did that with a few friends at home watching a porno. Its better when someone else gets you off, it aint gay." Nick was thrilled. He grabbed Mikes cock and began slowly stroking it from head to base. Mike returned the favor for Nick, then got into a rhythm and began jerking off Nicks hard

My buddy asked me if I wanted to join him and his wife at their cottage one afternoon for a barbecue and some relaxation. He said his wife had to work until : or so, but we could go in the morning and soak up some suds and sun and take a swim. Since my wife had to work too, I said that it was a good idea. We got to his cottage about : and walked around a bit, tidying up broken branches, etc. Around noon, he asked if I wanted to go for a swim, but I said, "Stupid me. I forgot my trunks.

I cant wait to give you what you fucking need!! I felt quite intimidated as he pushed me into a cubicle and told me to bend over the seat. He seemed quite aggressive and I really had no choice or time to think. Immediately he went for the buckle on my jeans then I felt cool air on my ass as he pulled my pants down. Wow thats the hottest fucking ass Ive ever seen!! Stay where you are! He got some liquid soap

All I saw was my father and his face when I was carving up Simon; because I was too much of a coward to tell him the truth, I was gay. Paul held me through my tears and told me he loved me. It took him awhile, but I agreed with Paul to go see Simon one last time, to ask him for his forgiveness. I learned through my mother that Simons father had moved to San Antonio. Paul and I flew to Texas to see him, to help me put this behind me. I was so nervous that I threw up before we even left our hotel. We drove through miles and miles of homes before we got to the address for Simon and Brian, his lover. When we got there, I knocked on the door with Paul standing behind me. If

The night was like any night I found myself with another man. A boring, slow night. The nights where its pm and theres already nothing to do. So what do you do? You hound craigslist for any guy with any cock for any and I mean anything. Id had much more experience with a mouth on the tip of my penis, but I had been on the receiving end before, left in the night with no name and the slow roll of cum slowly dripping

So, honey, where have you been? You took a shower, your first one like the rest of us. Mmmmmh, yes, you smell so nice, what kind of shampoo is that? Apple with chocolate scent? -Now lemme see have you got a smell like that everywhere? I heard many comments about you; there is quite some interest in a young molester like you.

Our neighbor had lived next door for as long as I could remember. My mom said hed inherited the house when his parents died and she had forbidden my going over there or even talking to him across the picket fence when I was out in our yard. But, he was real friendly and I talked to him in the yard and even went over to his house when my mom was at work. His name is Richard North. Hes in his late twenties or early thirties and is real good looking sexy too; he has long hair thats always in

One day class was cancelled so I came home early, and when I opened the door to the room, I found Jon sitting there naked, playing with his cock while he watched some gay porn on the screen. I was so shocked, and amazed, that when he saw me, I just left the room and stood outside the door. I stood there, thinking about his cock, and I thought maybe I could live out a fantasy. After a moment, I went back inside, while Jon had put his boxers on and was now red in the face. He started to talk me, but I told him not to say a word. He stood there in silence. I dropped my backpack on the floor, and told him to close his eyes. He nodded. When his eyes closed, I very quietly

My name is Roger Thompson. I am one of those who has always enjoyed getting a haircut. To have a good looking barbers hands all over my head, my ears, and my neck has always been a turn-on for me. I just close my eyes and let him go at it. I admit that I go in for a haircut more often than I really need to, but the barber I use is one of those men on whom dreams and fantasies

There were lots of young guys running on the beach that day, good-looking and to die for. But I was instantly hard at the sight of the handsome bare-chested four-legged young kid who came running alongside me as I did my daily beach run. Kid, no; he was a man, a full-on bodybuilder with a boyish grin. "Wow," I said, breathless, taken by surprise with the barefoot muscular gait of his four tanned legs.