you've beat your mate in a bed-wrestle. You've shaved his pubes off, even though he begged you not to. His g/f likes pubes and he will have some explaining to do. He's got more immediate problems though. You're now going to jack him. Slowly and painfully. Edge the fucking spunk out of the bastard
pic 10: married guy
Smith seemed to take an interest in you ever since one of the guys blurted out that you were gay. It was good-natured enough. They all had leery laughs about sucking them off, and you gave them back as good as you got. It passed. But as you were clocking off at the back of the deserted site on a hot Friday afternoon Smith cornered you and dropped his pants. `Suck me Steve, please` he whispered. His voice caught, and his breathing seemed heavy. `You won't feel good about it mate` I said. `No please do it mate, Susannah won't suck me and I've been thinking of you down on me ever since the lads said you were gay`. He jutted his cock forward more. I couldn't help reaching down and cupping his balls. They were heavy and gorgeous, my dream in fact. He closed his eyes and sighed. I liked Smith, and had no problem in doing him a favour. I dropped to one knee, and kissed his cock. Pre-cum glistened from his jap-eye. That was my invite. Never go down on a dry cock. Make sure that he's begging for it. `Please Steve` he said as he tousled my hair with both hands. I opened my lips and let him force his cock into my gob. He held me there, and I tried not to suffocate or choke. I could almost drink his pre-cum. Susannah was going to go unfucked tonight alright. Not my fault, was it?
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pic 9: loser
you've beat your mate in a bed-wrestle. You've shaved his pubes off, even though he begged you not to. His g/f likes pubes and he will have some explaining to do. He's got more immediate problems though. You're now going to jack him. Slowly and painfully. Edge the fucking spunk out of the bastard
pic 10: married guy
Smith seemed to take an interest in you ever since one of the guys blurted out that you were gay. It was good-natured enough. They all had leery laughs about sucking them off, and you gave them back as good as you got. It passed. But as you were clocking off at the back of the deserted site on a hot Friday afternoon Smith cornered you and dropped his pants. `Suck me Steve, please` he whispered. His voice caught, and his breathing seemed heavy. `You won't feel good about it mate` I said. `No please do it mate, Susannah won't suck me and I've been thinking of you down on me ever since the lads said you were gay`. He jutted his cock forward more. I couldn't help reaching down and cupping his balls. They were heavy and gorgeous, my dream in fact. He closed his eyes and sighed. I liked Smith, and had no problem in doing him a favour. I dropped to one knee, and kissed his cock. Pre-cum glistened from his jap-eye. That was my invite. Never go down on a dry cock. Make sure that he's begging for it. `Please Steve` he said as he tousled my hair with both hands. I opened my lips and let him force his cock into my gob. He held me there, and I tried not to suffocate or choke. I could almost drink his pre-cum. Susannah was going to go unfucked tonight alright. Not my fault, was it?
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