After the usual rush hour traffic delays Bogey had a piss hard that needed some release. He pulled into a donut shop. The parking lot filled with motorcycles; Harleys all of them. The rumble of engines hit home. It was Friday the 13th!. Bikers were out in force as they were meeting in Port Dover for the ritual run. Bikers from all over were going to the same little Lake port to hang out. His cock throbbed at the sight of all the glistening chrome, the scent of leather and gas intoxicating to him. He hopped out of the Mustang bikers eyeing the big man as he strutted into the shop. Bogey's eyes scanned the patrons He looked hungrily at the leather clad sun glass wearing bikers.
Friday The Thirteenth
Couture
It takes a lot of self control to raise those massive fuzzy legs & spread his meaty buns for a long tongue fucking without wrinkling the suit or shirt...it 's also a challenge to keep my mouth wide open & tongue fully extended as he jerks off his fat veiny prick because I have to catch every last drop of bull cream that comes flying out of that cock--I wouldn't dare ruin my favorite black-label Versace tie by having it splattered with that creamy beige jizz load & who in their right mind would let such a tasty treat go to waste anyway?
Cycle Courier Homo Sex
She thanked me and was out of the office like a shot. I sat back and started to day dream. My hand went to my crotch and I began to grope myself. I was thinking about the fun I was going to have at the club that evening; my favourite stripper was performing and I was hoping for audience participation. My dick started to pulse thicken in my trousers filling out to its full 8 inches and I adjusted it into a more comfortable position which resulted in my dick sticking straight up. The head poked out of the top of my briefs and the waistband pressed in tightly against the top of my shaft. I felt the first drop of precum form at the tip.
My First Time At The Hard Rock Casino
I had zero emotional feelings, and never a thought of being a Homosexual, but the sight of a hard cock got to be a major turn-on. This lead to me surfing gay porn a couple times and allowing others to see me fully-erect while "washing." One day my passive role as a sex object (or whatever) changed forever when I notice this guy with a HUGE cock stroking as he admired me naked... and he wasn't even fully hard... yet. He was making no pretence over the fact that he was showing and watching me. I got hard, like iron hard and in a leap of lust, presented it for him to view. He watched and vulgarly stroked this monster cock... then I started stroking myself. I still can't believe I did it, but I sure did. It was then I saw...
Golden Boys
She'd done it to me again. Despite any promises, or agreements, or suggestions, I was the victim of yet another nearly professional job of cock teasing. I'd been hard so long I ached. My jeans bore a dark spot where we'd ground till I was insane, and then she had to be home. I knew she was hot for it. She was as sweaty and out of breathe as I was.
Overseas Travel
I'm about 6 feet tall, about 200lbs. and hairy. Yes I'm a classic muscular bear. I travel a lot for business, and have been in Europe some 20 times in the past two years. On one of many trips to Amsterdam, I was staying at the Renaissance Hotel in Amsterdam, near the Central train station. It was late in the evening, the day had finally ended, and I was exhausted.
Me Shawn And Ed
I watched the guy leave and let out an almost silent sigh as he did. Just then, I heard a deep grunt come from the direction of the office door. Ed was standing there, watching the man's exit just as intently as I had been.
Unexpected Hard Cock Meeting
So it was a Monday and I had decided to take a week off do some house work and get some sun, I was in the front garden and I saw him coming he zoomed past blond hair waving in the wind his body looking good,
Sex And Moonlight
The bookstore is open 24 hours a day, and is about 2/3 literature (or more literary books) and 1/3 hard-core pornography. Two of my favorite flavors. I remember going there once in the early '80s, something around 3 am, when I had just finished Nabokov's "Pale Fire", and was dying for everything else by him.
Being Neighborly
Neighbor: Really? I have a gym in my basement that I work out with. You're more than welcome to come over and use it whenever. We can even be workout partners to help motivate each other.
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