He already knew these men were cannibals and therefore he had to be very careful! What if the guy he chose and finally seduced ate him after they had finished making love? But then he was so desperate he didn't much bother about that part of the scenario yet. Again maybe, he could save one of those prisoners. Surely those guys weren't cannibals?! As he thought all these things he climbed to the top of the little hill above his 'fortress' and saw thirty men dancing around a fire down below on the shore. Something was cooking in a huge pot, but Robinson couldn't be sure what it was or whether it was indeed human meat. As he watched the lean and strong figures of the dancing men his cock hardened with his long pent-up lust and he slowly pumped his hips into the ground.
beginnings & farm
Adventures of gay Robinson on the Island
Fergus And Tom - Gay Male Historical Anal Sex
My knuckles whitened and I grimaced at the pain as his big baby-maker invaded my brown-hole. I yelped after each hard thrust and squeezed my stretched sphincter around his fleshy monster in a vain attempt to make him spunk. He just pounded my arse even harder, his manly thighs slapped against my boyish-looking buttocks.
Historical Story: Hunter's Return
The older guy, you well know, is me--and always will be, podner-- and my hand is not just lyin' on your shoulder casually, but graspin' in a gesture of possession, need, and protection, just like it has been ever since both sets of our parents died on the wagon ride from the east and the party decided we'd have to continue the trek in each other's company, me in charge. The watch on my vest in the photo catches your eye. Your hand instinctively goes to that same watch in your pocket. With a look of relief and familiarity, you pull it out, wind it, and place it on the bedside table. Then you turn to me.
The Trial
It wasn't a dream. He's still here. That's his hand stroking my penis, trying to wake me up. I better pretend to be asleep. He's stroking from the base to the tip and I'm getting hard. I daren't look. He's blowing warm air up my spine, wants to fuck me again. I've forgotten his name. I've forgotten what he looks like. I think he has sandy blond hair, tied at the back like a pony's tail.
Encounter With A Slave
"He went into town, he just left." When he stood I saw the size of him, and I felt a little scared. He walked over to me, and I stepped back. "Well, he ain't here right now is he?" he said. "Gives me just enough time to work on you." He grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. My heart started racing, imagining what he was going to do to me, I had no idea. He looked down at me and started untieing the string he had on his pants to hold them up. He untied it and let his pants fall, and revealed his enormous black cock. I had never thought of being with a man before, but I was mesmerized by his beautiful dick. It dangled down almost to his knees. He walked towards me and his meat bounced back and forth on his legs. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his big black cock in my face.
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