When the song is over, i turn back to the priest and bow my head. the smile on my face relaxes a bit as i think of the week's events. of my failures. of my sisters and brothers around me. I wonder if I'm going to skip the eucharist again this week. It just feels so transparent these days-- a pompous, long-winded parade that everyone feels obligated to join even though they can't remember what it is they're celebrating.
Artistic Story About The Communion
Asian Slut Loves Big Turkish Dick in His Ass
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
Ass Slut Tries Dildos in the Back of the Porn Shop
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
At a Party with Girlfriend
When we arrived there were a lot of people inside the house and outside by the pool. We started drinking and talking to a person she worked with. After a couple of hours I had to use the washroom. I finally found it, took a piss and I then put my dick back in underwear and zip up. I was washing my hands when the door opened and a guy said he had to pee bad, he slammed door.
domination & first time
At The Adonis
Well, at this point, I must digress from this narrative. Anybody can give you a film review...what's important here is what I (and just about everyone else the theater), was up to that evening. If you've ever been there, you're familiar with what goes on, but bear with me. The parade of men up and down the aisles may not have been the best, but it certainly was above average. A couple of young, yuppie types; a few twinkies, more than the usual number of jocks, and the usual number of trolls. On a scale of one to ten, the crowd so far was a seven.
At The Concert
Half way through the first half of the concert I noticed that there was to be a section of Nepalese music with traditional Nepalese dancing. Imagine my surprise when eight of the `fearless soldiers' that I had seen at the beginning of the concert suddenly appeared barefoot and in traditional Nepalese costume dancing with one another. It was immediately pretty obvious that one of their number was not one of the regular dancers as he kept making mistakes, but after looking at the delightful smile on his face I felt that I could forgive him anything. He was in his early twenties, short in stature as most Nepalese are, with jet black hair, a really beautiful smile, very slim build, even bordering on skinny, and very, very light on his feet.
At The Movies
The effects of the drinks I had earlier were starting to take effect. I headed out the side curtain, where I assumed the bathroom was. I walked down a long dark corridor, and there it was, down at the end. My relief! I walked up to the urinal, noticing that there was an older black guy standing next to it. At first I though there were two urinals in the bathroom, but as I started to relieve myself, I realized there was only one. They guy standing next to me had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. I looked around to see if anyone else was in there, and there wasn't. I reached out and rubbed my hand across his hardon. As I was finishing releiving myself, he walked up behind me, pulled the back of my pants down, and rubbed his dick across the crack in my ass.
Awakening Of A Married Submissive Bottom
Bob told me that he still loved his wife and had periodic sex, but that he had developed a relationship with a buddy back home (also married) in Alabama. Their wives were friends, and that he fucked his buddy regularly. In a very matter of fact way, he then told me that I was much better looking and in better shape than his friend back home. After paying the paid he said, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you when we get upstairs". He then got up and started heading to the elevators. I followed like an obedient puppy dog. While we were taking a ride up with other hotel guests, I kept thinking to myself "what if they knew I was going up to a room to be fucked by a total stranger?" Believe it or not, that thought started to get me really turned on.
Awesome Massage
He then asked me to put both my legs on to the air, while he supported it with his bare shoulders and then he started licking my balls, the pelvis area, the sensitive spot between balls and hole, the shaft of my cock. My cock was throbbing. He kissed my thighs and interiors. That area was fully coverd with his saliva and then he took my cock in his mouth. Slowly he licked away the precum while with his finger he inserted into my hole. As he took more of my penis, my hole gave away, allowing 2 fingers to go in. As his mouth sucked my penis and fingers moved in and out, it came one, two and then many more. I had never erupted like this before.
Backroom
I took a bottle of poppers out of my pocket and looked at him to see if he wanted some. He nodded assent and I put the opened bottle up to one nostril as I pressed the other gently closed. He inhaled, his eyes half shut. I switched nostrils and he inhaled again. I looked at him as I drew deeply from the bottle myself and he looked back at me, giving me just the barest hint of a smile, mostly in his eyes. Nothing cocky or nervous about it, just a recognition that we were two guys with compatible desires. He wanted a blow job; I wanted to suck dick. That's why we were there at the International Stud that free market in cocks and mouths how we had come together for this brief second of our separate lives.
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