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My Next Door Neighbor Carl - a gay sex stories 2007-10-09 20:58:00 My next door neighbor had a very hot eighteen-year-old son named Carl who just graduated from high school. Carl is very handsome. He’s 6’ tall and thin with dark brown hair. I used to watch him lay out in the sun with his friends, both male and female. One day I was home from work in the middle of the week and I saw that he was in the back yard with a male friend lying in the sun. As I observed Carl’s tan sex body, I noticed that he was putting lotion into his hand and then applied it to his friends’ legs, stomach, and chest. I thought this was very strange and then I watched as he playfully reached into the skimpy shorts of his friend and grab a hold of his friends’ cock as the two of them were laughing. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. I had no idea!I then said to myself that I must think of a way to get that boy over here as soon as possible as I knew he would be going onto college in the fall.The next weekend, I watched Carl’s parents back out of the drivewa
My Roommate Brian - a sex stories 2007-10-08 22:26:00 This is a true story. I was lying in my bed late on one of the hottest nights in August, when I heard the door to my apartment open. I assumed it was my roommate Brian and his girlfriend Rhonda coming home from a night on the town. My bedroom door was closed so I couldn?t hear what was being said, but I remember the door to Brian?s bedroom close and I assumed, that Brian and Rhonda went straight to bed. Now I have watched Brian and Rhonda heave sex on many occasions because his bedroom window is right in the middle of our back porch. I could open my bedroom window and climb out onto our back porch without Brian or Rhonda knowing it and look in his window. On hot nights like this I was sure his bedroom window would be open and I could watch the two of them go at it.To my luck, I looked out my bedroom window and could see Brian?s bedroom window curtain blowing out the window in the hot summer breeze. I then climbed over the railing and low crawled over to his bedroom window. Rhonda
My Roommate Brian - a sex stories 2007-10-08 22:26:00 This is a true story. I was lying in my bed late on one of the hottest nights in August, when I heard the door to my apartment open. I assumed it was my roommate Brian and his girlfriend Rhonda coming home from a night on the town. My bedroom door was closed so I couldn?t hear what was being said, but I remember the door to Brian?s bedroom close and I assumed, that Brian and Rhonda went straight to bed. Now I have watched Brian and Rhonda heave sex on many occasions because his bedroom window is right in the middle of our back porch. I could open my bedroom window and climb out onto our back porch without Brian or Rhonda knowing it and look in his window. On hot nights like this I was sure his bedroom window would be open and I could watch the two of them go at it.To my luck, I looked out my bedroom window and could see Brian?s bedroom window curtain blowing out the window in the hot summer breeze. I then climbed over the railing and low crawled over to his bedroom window. Rhonda
Sauna Buddy - a gay sex stories 2007-10-07 23:59:00 This 100% true story takes place in a hotel sauna. A friend had recommended joining the gym at a hotel as an affordable option to a regular gym. Not only is it much cheaper, but they are always nearly empty, so I didn't have to wait to use the equipment.After I has been going there for a few weeks, I was kind of surprised one day to actually see another guy using the place. He was on one of the two treadmills. (Only downside: not a lot of equipment to use!)When I had finished changing in the locker room, I got on the other treadmill and started my 30 minutes while watching the television bolted to the wall."How's it going?" the man asked. "Alright" I replied. He was probably about fifty years old, relatively in shape, not someone I would normally pay much attention to. For the next forty minutes we made occasional small talk as we sweated up a storm. I found out his name was Brian, and he was a salesman who was in town quite a lot on business, and he always stays at this hotel, takin Read more:sex
Sauna Buddy - a gay sex stories 2007-10-07 23:59:00 This 100% true story takes place in a hotel sauna. A friend had recommended joining the gym at a hotel as an affordable option to a regular gym. Not only is it much cheaper, but they are always nearly empty, so I didn't have to wait to use the equipment.After I has been going there for a few weeks, I was kind of surprised one day to actually see another guy using the place. He was on one of the two treadmills. (Only downside: not a lot of equipment to use!)When I had finished changing in the locker room, I got on the other treadmill and started my 30 minutes while watching the television bolted to the wall."How's it going?" the man asked. "Alright" I replied. He was probably about fifty years old, relatively in shape, not someone I would normally pay much attention to. For the next forty minutes we made occasional small talk as we sweated up a storm. I found out his name was Brian, and he was a salesman who was in town quite a lot on business, and he always stays at this hotel, takin Read more:sex
Chris and VInny 2007-10-06 18:38:00 It was a hot summer night and two young thirteen year old boys were having yet another sleepover. One of the young boys mother (Joanne) could hear screams coming from the basement, she figured she wouldn't go check on them because they were probaly just playing. Little did she know that Chris was actually jamming his long hard 9 inch cock into Vinny's small firm white ass.Chris and Vinny had started becoming friends since around the summer of sixth grade. They hung out at lot doing the usual little boy stuff...playing video games, jerking off, etc, etc. One sleepover when it was just the two of them Chris was jerking off to porn when Vinny made a comment about how nice his dick was. "Can I touch it?", Vinny asked shyly, "I guess", said Chris. Vinny slowly brought his hand closer to Chris's cock. Once he touched it he realized how warm and hairy it was, he slowly started moving his hand up and down over and over again on the shaft of Chris's dick. Chris began to moan, he was surpris
Chris and VInny - a sex stories 2007-10-06 18:38:00 It was a hot summer night and two young thirteen year old boys were having yet another sleepover. One of the young boys mother (Joanne) could hear screams coming from the basement, she figured she wouldn't go check on them because they were probaly just playing. Little did she know that Chris was actually jamming his long hard 9 inch cock into Vinny's small firm white ass.Chris and Vinny had started becoming friends since around the summer of sixth grade. They hung out at lot doing the usual little boy stuff...playing video games, jerking off, etc, etc. One sleepover when it was just the two of them Chris was jerking off to porn when Vinny made a comment about how nice his dick was. "Can I touch it?", Vinny asked shyly, "I guess", said Chris. Vinny slowly brought his hand closer to Chris's cock. Once he touched it he realized how warm and hairy it was, he slowly started moving his hand up and down over and over again on the shaft of Chris's dick. Chris began to moan, he was surpris Read more:sex
Play for Play - a gay sex stories 2007-10-05 16:40:00 I was at a very low point financially when I came across the ad in a small local paper. "Wanted: Hot men for amateur solo videos. Cash paid!" it said. I was both nervous and intrigued by the idea. So I went to the nearest payphone and called the number accompanying the ad. "Hello?" a man answered. "Uh yeah, I'm calling about your ad in the paper," I said. "Great," he replied, "come on over tommorow at one, if you're available." I told him I was, and he gave me the address.The next day I arrived at the building a few minutes early. What was I doing? Oh well, I really needed the cash, and if this guy turned out to be trouble, I could take care of myself. I pressed buzzer #4 just like the guy had said. "Who is it?" he asked. "Its Tim, we have a one o'clock appointment." "Sure kid, come on up. Second floor, third aprtment on the left."The floors creaked as I made my way up the stairs. This was a very old building. I found the right apartment and knocked. A few seconds later the door ope Read more:sex
Play for Play - a gay sex stories 2007-10-05 16:40:00 I was at a very low point financially when I came across the ad in a small local paper. "Wanted: Hot men for amateur solo videos. Cash paid!" it said. I was both nervous and intrigued by the idea. So I went to the nearest payphone and called the number accompanying the ad. "Hello?" a man answered. "Uh yeah, I'm calling about your ad in the paper," I said. "Great," he replied, "come on over tommorow at one, if you're available." I told him I was, and he gave me the address.The next day I arrived at the building a few minutes early. What was I doing? Oh well, I really needed the cash, and if this guy turned out to be trouble, I could take care of myself. I pressed buzzer #4 just like the guy had said. "Who is it?" he asked. "Its Tim, we have a one o'clock appointment." "Sure kid, come on up. Second floor, third aprtment on the left."The floors creaked as I made my way up the stairs. This was a very old building. I found the right apartment and knocked. A few seconds later the door ope Read more:sex
One Hot Night (True Story) 2007-10-04 16:41:00 And while kissing deeply, we can feel our hearts beating fast. My bare chest sticks to his own, and my cock presses against his stomach. My legs are wrapped around his waist while my crack can feel my lover’s prick pressing against it. I moan with pleasure, and with each move he makes, my cock rubs against his body… driving me crazy. A sudden move, and his dick pushes against my ass hole and demands its natural place in me…I woke up suddenly, my cheap hotel bed full of cum. I was used to sleeping naked when I was alone on a trip, and this was no exception. I went toward the bathroom to take my shower and, clean the mess I was in. I stopped in front of the mirror just to take a look at the 24 year old man that I have become: 6 feet tall, firm and well built body with a 6’ cut cock, brown eyes and short black hair. I am what you call a typical Middle Eastern guy. It was a long shower that morning. I was touching myself like I never touched my body before: pinching my nipples gent Read more:Hot
One Hot Night - a sex stories 2007-10-04 16:41:00 And while kissing deeply, we can feel our hearts beating fast. My bare chest sticks to his own, and my cock presses against his stomach. My legs are wrapped around his waist while my crack can feel my lover’s prick pressing against it. I moan with pleasure, and with each move he makes, my cock rubs against his body… driving me crazy. A sudden move, and his dick pushes against my ass hole and demands its natural place in me…I woke up suddenly, my cheap hotel bed full of cum. I was used to sleeping naked when I was alone on a trip, and this was no exception. I went toward the bathroom to take my shower and, clean the mess I was in. I stopped in front of the mirror just to take a look at the 24 year old man that I have become: 6 feet tall, firm and well built body with a 6’ cut cock, brown eyes and short black hair. I am what you call a typical Middle Eastern guy. It was a long shower that morning. I was touching myself like I never touched my body before: pinching my nipples gent Read more:Hot, sex
The Realtor 2007-10-03 16:42:00 This is a very true story. It is not intended for the young or the weak of heart. Enjoy the story. If you like this one please look for others to follow. Thanks! JakeLets start with a bit of background. I am a senior account executive and my home base office is in Manhattan. I love my job and have always excelled in work. I guess I feel that if you spend too much time at work you don't have time to deal with relationships. This is also a great reason to not have to "come out". Just stay completely involved in your job and everything else will work out. Now then, one of my job duties is to travel to our branch offices thru out the world and make sure that everything is going well. I recently returned to Manhattan from a two month long trip to Paris' office. I really started to feel at home there and the men in Paris are soo hot. I was totally in love with one of the managers over there. His name was Scott and he was totally hot. I stayed with him to begin with and was to get a hotel o
The Realtor - a gay sex stories 2007-10-03 16:42:00 This is a very true story. It is not intended for the young or the weak of heart. Enjoy the story. If you like this one please look for others to follow. Thanks! JakeLets start with a bit of background. I am a senior account executive and my home base office is in Manhattan. I love my job and have always excelled in work. I guess I feel that if you spend too much time at work you don't have time to deal with relationships. This is also a great reason to not have to "come out". Just stay completely involved in your job and everything else will work out. Now then, one of my job duties is to travel to our branch offices thru out the world and make sure that everything is going well. I recently returned to Manhattan from a two month long trip to Paris' office. I really started to feel at home there and the men in Paris are soo hot. I was totally in love with one of the managers over there. His name was Scott and he was totally hot. I stayed with him to begin with and was to get a hotel o Read more:sex
Up The Creek 2007-10-02 16:31:00 I never have been one for camping. But, when you're only 13 years old, and it's considered to be "important family time", you don't usually get a choice in whether or not you get dragged along.Such was the case this weekend. Mom and dad had decided that they'd pick me up from school and we'd head straight off to go camping. We were headed up into the El Dorado hills along the Cosumnes River, "we" meaning my parents my sister, her friend Patti, and me. Riding in the camper isn't necessarily bad, and in the absence of my sister this would have been the best part of the trip for giving me ample time to jerk off a time or two during the ride to the campgrounds. But, this time I had to deal with my sister and her friend chatting incessantly in the cabover area of the camper while I sat at the table and tried to read comic books as the truck and its load softly rocked along the gently twisting highway.We finally arrived at the campground and found our spot near the river. Dusk would be
Up The Creek 2007-10-02 16:31:00 I never have been one for camping. But, when you're only 13 years old, and it's considered to be "important family time", you don't usually get a choice in whether or not you get dragged along.Such was the case this weekend. Mom and dad had decided that they'd pick me up from school and we'd head straight off to go camping. We were headed up into the El Dorado hills along the Cosumnes River, "we" meaning my parents my sister, her friend Patti, and me. Riding in the camper isn't necessarily bad, and in the absence of my sister this would have been the best part of the trip for giving me ample time to jerk off a time or two during the ride to the campgrounds. But, this time I had to deal with my sister and her friend chatting incessantly in the cabover area of the camper while I sat at the table and tried to read comic books as the truck and its load softly rocked along the gently twisting highway.We finally arrived at the campground and found our spot near the river. Dusk would be
My First 2007-10-01 15:55:00 I arrived in Germany just before Christmas; I was the new kid in our armor unit; I was the guy who had to fit in with a bunch of guys who had been friends for at least a year. While they accepted me as part of the tank crew without too much trouble, it was hard breaking into their social scene. My crew mates liked to go into town and get blasted away, coming back to the barracks so drunk they had to be poured into bed. That wasn't my style.Being eighteen, I couldn't legally drink in the World, so getting drunk and stuff was kind of new to me--and quickly got old with my second major hang over. My tank mates actually scared me at times, operating heavy equipment either hung over, still drunk, or stoned out of their gourds. I really didn't fit into the scene.That's why, when I went into town, I would go to the quiet gasthauses (taverns, bars, watering holes); it was at one of the quiet places that I first met Dieter. It was a Friday night, just before New Years Eve, we were given a t
My First 2007-10-01 15:55:00 I arrived in Germany just before Christmas; I was the new kid in our armor unit; I was the guy who had to fit in with a bunch of guys who had been friends for at least a year. While they accepted me as part of the tank crew without too much trouble, it was hard breaking into their social scene. My crew mates liked to go into town and get blasted away, coming back to the barracks so drunk they had to be poured into bed. That wasn't my style.Being eighteen, I couldn't legally drink in the World, so getting drunk and stuff was kind of new to me--and quickly got old with my second major hang over. My tank mates actually scared me at times, operating heavy equipment either hung over, still drunk, or stoned out of their gourds. I really didn't fit into the scene.That's why, when I went into town, I would go to the quiet gasthauses (taverns, bars, watering holes); it was at one of the quiet places that I first met Dieter. It was a Friday night, just before New Years Eve, we were given a t
My First 2007-10-01 15:55:00 I arrived in Germany just before Christmas; I was the new kid in our armor unit; I was the guy who had to fit in with a bunch of guys who had been friends for at least a year. While they accepted me as part of the tank crew without too much trouble, it was hard breaking into their social scene. My crew mates liked to go into town and get blasted away, coming back to the barracks so drunk they had to be poured into bed. That wasn't my style.Being eighteen, I couldn't legally drink in the World, so getting drunk and stuff was kind of new to me--and quickly got old with my second major hang over. My tank mates actually scared me at times, operating heavy equipment either hung over, still drunk, or stoned out of their gourds. I really didn't fit into the scene.That's why, when I went into town, I would go to the quiet gasthauses (taverns, bars, watering holes); it was at one of the quiet places that I first met Dieter. It was a Friday night, just before New Years Eve, we were given a t
Carpenter's Apprentice 2007-09-29 16:37:00 I was just eighteen, fresh out of high school when Ilanded my first real job working for a small constructioncompany. The work required me to spend a lot of time awayfrom home, which was a new and exciting experience.Dean, the owner of the company, was in his mid?thirties.He had a body that was like a rock and a handsome face. Hegave the outward impression of being someone to reckon withif you dared cross him, but deep down he was as gentle as alamb.Dean was the kind of boss who worked right along withhis crew. I guess, because of my age, he saw me as beingsomeone who needed some nurturing, and being the fatherlytype, took me under his wing.When ever we were on an away job, the crew stayed at anearby motel, but Dean insisted on staying in the smalltrailer he always brought to the construction site.Concerned about the bad habits I might acquire if Ispent too much time alone with the rowdy, more experiencedmen, Dean insisted that we bunk together. I thought he wasbeing overly protectiv
Carpenter's Apprentice 2007-09-29 16:37:00 I was just eighteen, fresh out of high school when Ilanded my first real job working for a small constructioncompany. The work required me to spend a lot of time awayfrom home, which was a new and exciting experience.Dean, the owner of the company, was in his mid?thirties.He had a body that was like a rock and a handsome face. Hegave the outward impression of being someone to reckon withif you dared cross him, but deep down he was as gentle as alamb.Dean was the kind of boss who worked right along withhis crew. I guess, because of my age, he saw me as beingsomeone who needed some nurturing, and being the fatherlytype, took me under his wing.When ever we were on an away job, the crew stayed at anearby motel, but Dean insisted on staying in the smalltrailer he always brought to the construction site.Concerned about the bad habits I might acquire if Ispent too much time alone with the rowdy, more experiencedmen, Dean insisted that we bunk together. I thought he wasbeing overly protectiv
Diskreet Practices 2007-09-28 16:46:00 Shooting down the highway on the back of Chet's newmotorcycle gave me a real rush. I shivered as the windinvaded the legs of my shorts and lapped at the insides of mythighs. The continuous sensual breezy, along with the powerof the big machine vibrating between my legs, had given meone hell of a hardon.At thirty-six Chet was a real man's man. He was sixfoot six and weighted two hundred and thirty pounds - allmuscle. His hair was jet-black - long, and was usually wornin a ponytail. His features were distinctly masculine,hard, yet handsome. His jade colored eyes were exceptionallybeautiful, and were so expressive they frequently becamemirrored images of his thoughts.Even though I was eighteen, I knew Chet still thought ofme as the skinny, toe-headed kid next door, a friend andneighbor. But he meant a great deal more to me than anymere neighbor, my feelings for him had never been moreevident than they were sitting there on the back of his bikewith my crotch pressed against his lower bac
Diskreet Practices 2007-09-28 16:46:00 Shooting down the highway on the back of Chet's newmotorcycle gave me a real rush. I shivered as the windinvaded the legs of my shorts and lapped at the insides of mythighs. The continuous sensual breezy, along with the powerof the big machine vibrating between my legs, had given meone hell of a hardon.At thirty-six Chet was a real man's man. He was sixfoot six and weighted two hundred and thirty pounds - allmuscle. His hair was jet-black - long, and was usually wornin a ponytail. His features were distinctly masculine,hard, yet handsome. His jade colored eyes were exceptionallybeautiful, and were so expressive they frequently becamemirrored images of his thoughts.Even though I was eighteen, I knew Chet still thought ofme as the skinny, toe-headed kid next door, a friend andneighbor. But he meant a great deal more to me than anymere neighbor, my feelings for him had never been moreevident than they were sitting there on the back of his bikewith my crotch pressed against his lower bac
Long Time Coming 2007-09-27 15:41:00 I was delighted when Alex called and said he would bearriving that weekend. It just wouldn't be Christmas withouthim. Shortly after his parents divorced, Alex's father haddisappeared for greener pastures. His mother, my sister,became gravely ill and was unable to care for her young son.Unable to stand idly by and watch my own flesh and bloodbe placed in the hands of strangers, I took Alex in. Untillast year, when he started college, mine had been the onlyhome Alex had ever really known. Alex was more like my sonthan my nephew.When he's called, Alex had asked if I would object tohim bringing home a guest for a few days. Of course I had noobjections. But when I'd asked, he refused to tell me whohis mystery guest was. he said he wanted to surprise me.When Alex arrived with Mike, his old pal from highschool, he had indeed succeeded in surprising me.Mike had moved the year before the boys were tograduate from high school. Alex had moped around the housefor weeks, lost without the compan
Long Time Coming 2007-09-27 15:41:00 I was delighted when Alex called and said he would bearriving that weekend. It just wouldn't be Christmas withouthim. Shortly after his parents divorced, Alex's father haddisappeared for greener pastures. His mother, my sister,became gravely ill and was unable to care for her young son.Unable to stand idly by and watch my own flesh and bloodbe placed in the hands of strangers, I took Alex in. Untillast year, when he started college, mine had been the onlyhome Alex had ever really known. Alex was more like my sonthan my nephew.When he's called, Alex had asked if I would object tohim bringing home a guest for a few days. Of course I had noobjections. But when I'd asked, he refused to tell me whohis mystery guest was. he said he wanted to surprise me.When Alex arrived with Mike, his old pal from highschool, he had indeed succeeded in surprising me.Mike had moved the year before the boys were tograduate from high school. Alex had moped around the housefor weeks, lost without the compan
Mean Licks 2007-09-26 16:44:00 I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I wasmanaging was cutting a new release. Six months ago theseguys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had theaudacity to walk out of a session just because somebodybought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste ofsuccess can turn some people into temperamental pricks. Butso long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue todo everything I can to make certain everything is up to theirbloated expectations.It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voicewas like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had tosee the face that went with the voice. Silently I slippedinto the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. Sooften the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the casewith this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he lookedlike one.He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hairhung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. Hisfeatures were more beautiful than handsome. I Read more:licks
Mean Licks 2007-09-26 16:44:00 I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I wasmanaging was cutting a new release. Six months ago theseguys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had theaudacity to walk out of a session just because somebodybought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste ofsuccess can turn some people into temperamental pricks. Butso long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue todo everything I can to make certain everything is up to theirbloated expectations.It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voicewas like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had tosee the face that went with the voice. Silently I slippedinto the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. Sooften the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the casewith this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he lookedlike one.He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hairhung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. Hisfeatures were more beautiful than handsome. I Read more:licks
Mean Licks 2007-09-26 16:44:00 I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I wasmanaging was cutting a new release. Six months ago theseguys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had theaudacity to walk out of a session just because somebodybought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste ofsuccess can turn some people into temperamental pricks. Butso long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue todo everything I can to make certain everything is up to theirbloated expectations.It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voicewas like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had tosee the face that went with the voice. Silently I slippedinto the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. Sooften the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the casewith this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he lookedlike one.He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hairhung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. Hisfeatures were more beautiful than handsome. I Read more:licks
Mean Licks 2007-09-26 16:44:00 I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I wasmanaging was cutting a new release. Six months ago theseguys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had theaudacity to walk out of a session just because somebodybought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste ofsuccess can turn some people into temperamental pricks. Butso long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue todo everything I can to make certain everything is up to theirbloated expectations.It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voicewas like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had tosee the face that went with the voice. Silently I slippedinto the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. Sooften the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the casewith this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he lookedlike one.He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hairhung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. Hisfeatures were more beautiful than handsome. I Read more:licks
Prison Puppy 2007-09-25 16:37:00 From my bunk I could see into the cell across from mine.It was occupied by this sweet looking blond kid with anangelic face and cute bubble butt. He was new to the countylock-up, and judging from the fear in his huge, blue eyes, itwas safe to assume this was his first time behind bars.As usual in mid-July, the cells were hot as hell. Thedim light from the corridor cast a soft, warm glow over theboy's resting body. The only thing he wore was a pair ofboxer shorts. The rest of his slender body lay exposed.My mind began to wander as I laid staring at the newkid. He couldn't have been more than eighteen. I couldhardly wait for morning to arrive so I could check him out,close up, in the showers. In the mean time, I could onlyrely on a vivid imagination to fulfill my fantasy, and thelust burning between my legs.Pressing my naked body against the cool steel, I stuckmy eight inch cock between the bars. My man flesh pingedlike a homing beacon, lusting for the vibrant, young fleshthat lay so n
Prison Puppy 2007-09-25 16:37:00 From my bunk I could see into the cell across from mine.It was occupied by this sweet looking blond kid with anangelic face and cute bubble butt. He was new to the countylock-up, and judging from the fear in his huge, blue eyes, itwas safe to assume this was his first time behind bars.As usual in mid-July, the cells were hot as hell. Thedim light from the corridor cast a soft, warm glow over theboy's resting body. The only thing he wore was a pair ofboxer shorts. The rest of his slender body lay exposed.My mind began to wander as I laid staring at the newkid. He couldn't have been more than eighteen. I couldhardly wait for morning to arrive so I could check him out,close up, in the showers. In the mean time, I could onlyrely on a vivid imagination to fulfill my fantasy, and thelust burning between my legs.Pressing my naked body against the cool steel, I stuckmy eight inch cock between the bars. My man flesh pingedlike a homing beacon, lusting for the vibrant, young fleshthat lay so n
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