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.
A cocky frat boy gets more than he bargained for at the annual alumni retreat.
A dead night at a restaurant turns into an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.
“Yeah, guys are easier,” I said. “But you’re attracted to girls, so…poor you.” Chris shrugged – it was true. “Still, you managed to get off that one time with me.”
I worked with this guy who said nobody’d ever been able to give him an orgasm…
He rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling. “I would eat pussy all day if I could. Any pussy, it wouldn’t matter.” He looked at me. His fingers brushed the growing bulge in his briefs. “Girls tell me that I have a very nice dick.”
“So we liked jacking off with each other, that doesn’t mean we don’t like girls,” Neil philosophized as we laid by the pool.
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.
He opened his eyes, took my head in his big paws, and thrust his dick in and out of my throat. I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.
Tom watched Billy’s butt as it swayed back and forth. It was a nice butt, tight and cute in navy-blue work trousers. Looking at it made him feel less bored.