My ass hole, still wide open from your huge cock having filled it only moments ago, begins to drip with the cum you have so recently shot into me. I turn myself on the bed, kneeling doggie style, and, parting my legs wide and lifting my exposed ass toward you, ask you to insert your tongue into the hole and give me a good licking.
You insert your hungry tongue into the enlarged hole, filled with your oozing cum, and lick the remains of your pearly essence from my depths.
You are driving me into
I was 20 years old and had been going out with my girlfriend for about 9 months. Everyone thought I was straight, and although I had never really acted on it, I had often had gay thoughts and wanked over other men. So when my girlfriend told me that she wanted to fuck my arse with a strap on, I was interested.
I was at university at the time but was home for the holidays. I only come home during the holidays, so at first both me and my girlfriend were super horny for each other. We’d have
I’m out running alone, along the river road. It’s a beautiful warm sunny day out, and I’m feeling great. Wearing a T-shirt and a pair of tight black spandex shorts. I stop to stretch at an overlook, and feel the sweat bead up and run down my tight leg. If only there was someone else there who appreciated the sight.
“Having a good workout?” asks a masculine voice behind me.
“Uh, yeah.” I stand up and turn around. The man is leaning against the overlook
Okay, so this is a one shot with no future installments (a first) and (drum roll please) my first mm romance. I really hope you guys like this since I plan to have a LOT more mm romances, because I mean seriously the only thing better than one hot hunky guy are two hot hunky guys getting it on. So please point out anything I got wrong, or things you’d like improved. Edited by the fabulous AdriannaBelen, beta read by Nikki E. Comment and rate.
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The sea was a cruel, cruel bitch and the
May 14th, 1969 was a day that Kenny Holmes would never forget, and not because it happened to be his 18th birthday either. It was a day that he had been looking forward to for quite some time, and the anticipation was making his heart race as the bus neared the end of the route.
Kenny got off the bus a block before his destination because he didn’t want to bus driver to know where he was going.
That was silly on all counts, because not only wouldn’t a bus driver much care where one
Being gay and a professional sport figure does not always go hand-in-hand. Over the years, several prominent sport figures have revealed their sexuality. David Kopay, Ed Gallagher, Roy Simmons, Glenn Burke, John Amaechi and Billy Ball, just to name a few. In most instances, revealing their sexuality resulted in banishment from the sport that made them household names.
So, you can understand my reserve in letting anyone in on my secret. My professional career as a pitcher in major leaguer
Jem put another pill in his mouth and swallowed it back with neat Scotch. He hated the drink but it had been Andy’s favourite and somehow that seemed appropriate. It was not as though he was meant to enjoy this. A shaky hand picked up their wedding photograph. It showed a lithe blond, almost glowing with joy, smiling incandescently at the camera and at his side a taller brunette with a goatee wearing a similar smile.
“We only had six months married, Angel,” he slurred.
My cousin Jimmy and I burned up the telephone lines after our first meeting. In that meeting I had “borrowed” a pair of my sister’s stockings and gave them to my cousin as a gift. He and I had a thing about women in stockings and he would focus on my sister. I tried the stockings on at his home one weekend and I ended up sucking him off twice that weekend. That experience was a first for each of us. We lived twenty miles apart and it was not easy to meet.
About two months
“I don’t know how you boys can watch a game as lopsided as this one,” Melody Ward declared as she picked up around the little buffet she set up for her husband and his friends every Monday night when they would gather for football.
“You never can tell in football. That’s what’s great about the game – wait – I’ll get that babe,” Jack Ward told his wife, and unlike most times she nodded and just grabbed the empty dip bowl to bring
There I sat, on the airplane, flying home. For the first time in six years I was back. God! I’d missed this place. The flight from London was long and boring and I was too excited to sleep. Of course, I was still on London time, eight hours difference was going to be tough to get used to. I couldn’t wait to see Jessica. We met in high school, she a lowly sophomore, and me the big senior on campus.
But we were both misfits and we clicked. Despite the age difference and all the other
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