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Roommate Service

As much as I resented his laziness, I couldn’t help but lust after this hot guy. I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes. He’d come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and I’d watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall.

Practice Makes Perfect

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else. My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

After Hours

He apologized for his girlfriend’s behavior. When we’d finished our beers he leaned into me, smiling slyly. “Just let me ask you one question,” he said in a low voice. “Were you really staring at my ass?”

Perfect Fit

The briefs were stretched taut to accommodate the loaves of his butt, protruding like a shelf from his arched back. This was nothing like that manipulative box photo, so eager to turn you on but not wanting to offend. This was the real deal.