Even if neither of us have hard cocks it is still a wonderful feeling to press against him or have him pressed against me as we wake up. It is generally that he has his back to me and my arms wrapped around him. I love to touch and caress his body. Though he doesn't usually reciprocate, I know it isn't an expression of his feelings for me. He loves me and I know it.
Male and female pre-humans. They looked pretty human to me, but it was obvious in their mannerisms that they weren't quite homosapiens. Our farm was a pretty nice one. We bred a variety of animals and pre-humans. This particular pair, though, had just been shipped in from a farm belonging to family friends. They were about as close to human as you would get.
He loves men. Jeff, an athlete, with handsome looking face of long muscular arms that could grab a hold of any man. He is tanned and has hazel nut colored eyes. Both of the hunks are 18 and they are going to their national service soon, thus, both strangers started going to the gym together.
He was 18. I had just become 29 so figured no chance with most of the hot skaters. On a weekend I'd take a walk through the park and they'd all be there, loads a people loving the sun. I'd have a bit of a stare at a few of them, longer if I saw my blond guy.
"Baseball Cap" Joe sighed as he pulled his beaten 87 sky blue Buick Skylark into the service station. He flipped open the gas cap and shoved the hard nozzle of the gas pump into the eager orifice of the car's gas tank. Joe leaned back against his car as the cold, hard nozzle gushed fluid into his hungry gas tank, pulling his Buccaneers coat tight against his tall, taut, muscular frame.
Temporary duty was always good to have. Having been in the army for a couple of years and being an N C O, I enjoyed those occasional opportunities that came along to go places away from my home fort. This one was going to be more of an adventure than I had thought.
I grabbed a beach towel and took off in my car. When I got there, I found his secluded little road and followed it to this huge sand dune near the ocean. No one was around but me, and I lay on my back and decided to take a nap. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew I was staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up further and I was now looking at a young-looking dude.
I was told the location and found it was only a few miles from my home! I had a few days off so one morning I drove through the park and noticed one car with a single male parked in the lot. I parked about 50 yards from him and sat in the car for a few minutes! Was this a Gay that might want to have me this fine morning.
I'd been married almost 20 years and at age 40 had practically forgot how good man sex was. Maybe it was "midlife crisis," who knows, but I found myself thinking suddenly about things I hadn't thought of much in years, like, how damn good it felt to have a nice big cock in my ass! Other thoughts came too, like fantasies of being spanked, and a candle dripping hot wax on my round smooth ass.
He was definitely a gorgeous man. He was much more muscular than Roger expected a miler to be. But there he was, anyway: nice wide shoulders, great delts, carved pecs tapering to a minuscule 28 inch waist. And those calves. Chad felt most runners don't put enough hours in the gym. He meant that it helped a lot to enhance both endurance and power when you run.
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