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I just tie off the pull string of my black and red speedo when Stephan exits the tent in his sky blue speedo. I can feel my cock aching, throbbing harder, the tip of Stephan's cock poking out the top of his speedo's, pre leaking onto his lower abs. I roll him onto his stomach, grazing my hands over his speedo covered ass. We lay combined for a moment before I begin to make love to my best friend. I thrust harder and deeper inside my friend, our moans combining in the sunsetting night sky. He wraps one arm around my neck as he grabs my speedo covered ass with his other. We can feel the cool night air on our hot sweaty bodies as we get lost making love.
"I wouldn't call it a swimming pool," laughed Yann, going ahead and submerging his skinny, pale and buck naked body in to the cold water, "but it sure is amazing." Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann's belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water. Pete felt that any minute now his pleasantly warm, pulsating erection will touch the knee of his friend and honestly he was not sure how Yann would react. Indeed at the end of thin blond trail of Yann's pubic hair there appeared to be something beautiful, growing and making its way towards the water's surface.
Hiding and watching this hot guy gave me an huge adrenalin rush, and my fingers trembled as they closed around my dick to smear the leaking juice all around the head. The hunter tugged at his prick, slowly working his way to the tip where he pinched the foreskin and stretched it well past the big lump of cock head that it covered. He closed his eyes, spread his knees apart, and started swinging the bottle lightly against his balls, banging them with the hard, cold glass while reaching across his chest to work on the other nipple. As I stepped up and leaned over to drool on his crotch, he grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and held it in his fist while he smeared its pre-cum around with his thumb.
Leandro probably thought it had been a long way already as we got to the half-way point, where a big climb signalled the start of my special route back home away from the main roads. "I need to go too," Leandro let me know, and got his dick out near me on the same side of the path and started pissing like a racehorse. After a couple of minutes of more super-hot face fucking, I plucked up the courage to take Leandro's dick out of my mouth and ask him a six-word question, "Do you want to fuck me?"
I left the main trail and started walking slowly and quietly on one of the small side paths where in the past I have had luck finding willing partners. By this time I was horny as hell so while I started sucking the second man I undid the drawstring on my sweat pants, dropped them and started stroking my cock. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load out onto the ground and as my orgasm subsided the biker thanked me for a great blowjob, pulled up his shorts and walked his bike back to the main trail while I cleaned up and pulled my pant back up.
Probably half the guys wore speedos anytime they got wet but Jason, Kip and I were the ones who wore speedos all the time. Speedos are an ice breaker and the first afternoon, when we finally got the houseboat out of the marina, Kip and I knew that we would be fucking Jason somehow, someway during the trip. I was wearing my red Arena speedos, Kip was wearing my Aussie flag Turbo speedos and Jason was wearing his black lycra speedo brand speedos. I don’t think I finished my beer before Jason was rubbing the front of Kip’s Turbo speedos. I pulled the bum of my red speedos down, squired some lube between my cheeks and backed up under Kip. I think they call this a train.
Or Tyler grew apart from me and started hanging out with the kids who skipped class, smoked and sold weed, vandalized property, and were just all around asses. “Do you want to hear who got the highest score?” Dr. O’Connell asked the class like he always did. “You want to know who got the lowest score?” Dr. O’Connell teased. I tried to fight it, but the feel of his lips and his knee rubbing my cock was too much and when he brought his tongue into my mouth, I let out a moan. He pulled me off his dick and brought my face back to his lips, wrapping his tongue around mine and pressing out bodies together.
One summer morning, Kev and I were heading out to the vines and ran into Sean along the way. We didn't want Sean to know about the vines. Look at that!" Sean said pointing up to the nest. Sean was perched on the edge of the nest looking down at me flashing his wide shit-eating grin. Sean pulled me up into the nest and we watched Kev do his climb. Like Sean and me, Kev was built strong. Sean moved his mouth over my cock, teasing me by flicking his tongue around the head. And wouldn't you know, Sean was in the nest naked! Honoring our pact, I stripped naked before entering the vines, feeling that same sense of exhilaration.
Nick's warm mouth was working its magic on my cock and I greedily slurped on his tasty fuck pole. I felt a cock being forced between ass and Nick's face so I got up, the better to concentrate on Greg. With my free hand I pulled Greg close and started stroking that full, firm, smooth ass of his. I'd worked my thumb into his ass now and stroked his cock as I licked his balls. Nick came and kneeled behind Jack's head and took my cock into his mouth. The sight of Nick's beautiful mouth sucking on my cock got me really hot. I crushed my nipples tight and felt my cock explode inside Nick's mouth.
I got up onto the driver's seat and hung my backside out of the window, my balls resting on the ledge and my cheeks, bared, felt the cold night breeze. I heard him start to grunt and turned around too late to see him come, but another hand was on his cock and had obviously been wanking him while he played with me. I was please that his hand wnet past my cock and started rubbing instead on my hole, 'mmmm another molester I thought!' I pushed my pelvis forward, flattening my dick on my stomach and giving him more access to my hole.
Emile hovered there, his gigantic, peace-bringing cock nearly twelve inches inside the beautiful blond prime cut of a man, with six more inches poised outside the hole, ready to finish, ready for that final mingling of vital body fluids that would rejuvenate Emile for at least another week. The long, sharp nails of the slender fingers of Emile's right hand were slowly shredding the young man's belly and chest, opening wounds, freeing rivulets of blood. But to gain another week of youth and life, Emile would have to complete the ceremony, consummate the union, have his tremendous cock bathed in blood, mix his seed with the last of another young man's vital fluids.
I kissed down around his crotch and pulled his inner thy with my lips, getting him harder, then kissed up and started doing the same to his ball sack, hearing him groan a little, his dick very hard now. I began to use my tongue to rub his head as I moved up and down his cock, bobbing, bringing my hands to his shaft, jacking and sucking him at the same time. I tasted the hot, sticky, salty strings of cum hitting in my mouth and moved to pull off, startled, but he held my head in place, still guiding me until he had finished orgasming. He reached one hand past my hips and take my hard cock, still wet from the river, and jacked me off while he plowed me.
If the sea didn't calm—and it never had before when a ceremony was required as long as any of the villagers still with memory could recollect—I would be carried to the top of thunder mountain and thrown into the burning maw of the mouth of the gods with the hope that this would be the gatherers' deliverance. As the villagers returned, tentatively, led by the eight elders, I was testifying in loud voice to how the mountain had saved us and prophesying that it would protect us from raids from the meat eaters as long as their warriors could speak of the events of this sun cycle.
"The way you looked at my cock," Ted said softly before sending a chill down my spine by lightly blowing on my dick. "I don't think I'm going to touch your beautiful penis just yet," Ted informed me, and after he said that I actually groaned, like I did when the projector broke at the theatre one time. It was like he was trying to suck my penis right down his throat, and just when it felt like I was going to make this the briefest head in history I felt Ted's hand wrap around my balls and squeeze the top of my sac hard. "You like these handled rough, don't you Jeremy?" Ted asked after he took my dick out of his mouth.
Just the thing, Ned thought, and when Devin next lay stretched out in the arms of Ned and being stroked to completion—and begging, in vain, for Ned to move their lovemaking to a whole new level—Ned told him where they would be this time next week—fucking in a suite at the Mar Ipanema hotel in Rio and enjoying the sounds from outside of the annual Samba parade making its way to the Sambadrome. Ned finally broke away and waved for Devin to try to do the same, but Devin just waved a friendly smile at his benefactor and smiled broadly as several Brazilian men who had been at the lower edges of the float now start mounting the tiers for their own turn with the highly receptive and achingly handsome young American man.
Mikalides was driving with his hands and his mouth, both of which were going a mile a minute, and I wasn't able to establish that I wanted nothing more at the moment but a slug of scotch and my hotel room before he had veered off south of the city center and driven into what appeared to be a village dolled up for the tourist trade. Panos's mastery of all he tried was borne out again the next day, as he did a magnificent job of pulling the camera crew together and cajoling the local authorities to let us get close to the action as another set of bombs rocked the downtown Haifa area.
Mikey swerved to the left, pulling around the other car neatly, giving the driver a one-fingered salute on the way. With a throaty purr, the big car rocketed through the intersection behind Mikey, just making it before the light turned red. The guy could be out of his car and busting down Mikey's door in the time it took him to turn the car around. what's this?" The man pulled down his shades, blinking copper eyes at Mikey. "God, please." Mikey tossed his head, thrusting his hips toward the other man. The man wasted no time, thrusting in to the hilt inside Mikey's ass, pulling out and pressing in again. The man levered himself up, little aftershocks tearing through Mikey when copper-eyes pulled out of his ass.
Thanks to a good head light on my bike I came back that night around ten, hid my bike in the bushes and sat down on a bench near the turnaround in the corner of the parking lot. My confidence bolstered by his compliment I say, "Well it's about to get even better." Then while stroking his dick with my left hand, I pulled his pants down lower and took his nut sack into my mouth. This time when I took him back in my mouth he grabbed the sides of my head to make sure I didn't pull off again. When the time came James was stiff as a board and gripped my head so hard I thought he was gone to break my neck.
The man's cock grew to full hardness in no time and he turned to face his lover taking his cock in his hands and kissing him while he continued to have his own stiff meat fondled. I saw the man stiffen, and his lover pulled his cock almost out of his mouth, sucking on just the head while stroking the long shaft. His lover continued to suck, lick and stroke the softening cock, cleaning all of the cum from it. The man slowed down his thrusting a little and reached around to grab his lovers cock. Suddenly the man pulled his cock out and left his lover's ass bucking in want.
Ronnie guided his cock into me, slowly probing with the head and gently pushing further and further until I had all of his lovely long, slender cock inside me. Ronnie talked about the fun we had with Colin and Neil and I could see everyone was getting excited at the open and free way we were discussing things. I knew from the sudden twitching of his cock that he was almost there and I called out 'In me now, Colin, let me feel your warm spunk shoot inside me.' I could feel his cock relaxing as it slipped out, warm spunk dripping down my legs. I was loosened from the fucking I had from Colin so Ronnie just slipped slowly inside me.
There he was, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, engrossed in one of his paintings, sitting on that weird little bench he has, his right leg bent up and his arms all crooked, all the cuter because he didn't care how he looked. I couldn't help but explode into an incredible orgasm, spraying cum into his mouth as he caught it expertly on the tip of his tongue and gracefully swallowed every drop. He stroked one hand slowly up and down his shaft, and slid the other down his balls before sliding a finger into that pert little ass I loved so much. And with my help he kept playing; with my hands devoted to his cock and balls, his was free to stroke his thighs and nipples.
Until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my small rented villa and let him vigorously and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean. Until I got that certain look from someone I fancied and took him back up to the villa and let him fuck me in long, slow, sweeping strokes as I lay back on my lounger on the terrace under the stars. I was busy until the weekend, when I wandered down to the café on the square after lunch and took a chair at a small table by the door and sat there in the warmth of autumn ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and feeling the reassuring pleasure of several of them ogling me.
I wasn't expecting to see anyone at the school, and so it was a real shock when I saw him there, in the overgrown playground, standing against the only swing that still had a well-worn leather strap seat in it. I watched up the length of my body as he fumbled with the condom and the lube and, dropping the spent packet and wrinkled tube to the side of the swing in the dirt, he held my torso in close with powerful thighs and calves and took my hips in his hands and pulled me, slowly, painfully, fillingly, gloriously onto his cock.
Foreign diplomats like me in Cyprus were permitted to cross between the Greek Cypriot and Turkish Cypriot zones, but there was only one always-available border crossing, and that was on the street running right by the entrance to the Ledra Palace Hotel in the center of the capital city, Nicosia. And then Svend pulled me back into a closed section of the restaurant, separated from the active section only by bamboo screening, and he pulled me into his lap and fucked me not more than twenty feet from where the congressional delegation was finishing its meal, the thumb of one hand in my mouth being sucked, the fingers of the other hand pinching and rolling my nipples and his cock churning up inside me.