The locker room bristled with excitement. I stripped off my jersey and pulled down my pants, revealing my erection. He stared, hungrily, and I knew it was time to pitch. With a touch so light, he caressed my torso before our mouths met; and in the steamy shower, I sealed the deal. My coach had taught me the ropes – now I was ready to score.
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He moaned and shivered as I entered him. His tight hole grew and clamped around me, as his moans descended into guttural growls of pleasure. He filled with cum and it spilled from his tight hole in long strings of white, falling onto the bed, dripping like rain. I could feel the heat of his desire and pleasure coursing through my veins, and I was lost in it.
The pool boy was an impossibly muscled specimen of sweat-soaked satisfaction. His dark eyes were inviting me closer, and his heat-kissed skin begged for me to perform the most salacious of acts. I wanted nothing more than to dive into the depths of his body and explore every inch of his body, tasting and tantalizing him passionately.
I’d made it to his front door, nerves filtering through my chest until finally he answered. He kissed me hard, pushing me against the door as his hands fumbled to undo my belt. I’d been expecting it, and the 12 inch surprise that was inside me. I gasped in pleasure as I felt him slide inside me, wild and exciting and . . . perfect.
He wanted me. His lips said “No”, but his body said “Yes”. His massive frame pressed hard against me as I felt every inch of his muscles and his forceful desire. His large, strong hands explored my waist, then my ass, then in between my legs with great agility. I was shaking with anticipation as I knew he wanted to try something new. I knew the Big Doc was ready to devour me raw.
He’d never forget the sensation of riding the handy man. His lean passive frame beneath me, his smooth skin slick with sweat, and his tightly-strained moans as I thrust ever deeper. We both came hard, our bodies trembling and shivering in our passionate embrace. Raw, uninhibited and thoroughly satisfying.
The handyman and I collided in a frenzy of heat and lust, our wet skin slipping against each other. His every touch electrified me, his fingers pushing through my hair as our hips crashed in wild, unbridled passion, his rigid shaft ravaging me, driving me to heights of bliss. This affair was no ordinary tryst, for I felt a hunger I had never experienced before, one that I wanted to feed until I was completely satisfied.
My heart raced as I eyed the fit, muscled jocks that filled the hall. I couldn’t resist their taut muscles and hard bodies, and I ached to feel every inch of them inside me. I knew it was going to be an unforgettable night of loads of twink heaven.
My 12-inch journey of pure pleasure began with a warmth radiating from the deepest depths of me. As the big, hard cock tore through me, I let out a silent pleasure moan that was quickly replaced by the intense waves coursing through my body. My pleasure was overwhelming and I could feel my walls quivering around him as he continued to thrust in and out of me. This was pure bliss.
His lips glided along my spine, tasting the salt of my skin and stirring up an ache inside me. I arched my back as his tongue lingered, lapping at the nectar of my lust, and I trembled, overwhelmed by pleasure so rich and deep.