Snake Charmer

We did become friends, and he did much more than send me videos.

"C'mon, dude, we both know you're not here to talk about your paper. You are one of my better students. So why don't we get straight to the point? Be a good boy and come over here and drain the Professor's cock. That's what you're really looking for, isn't it?"

I had been with so many women and had always had an ass fetish. But this was something new. So much tighter. So much more muscular. I couldn't wait to feel it around my cock and feel it drawing the cum from my heavy balls.

That moment when he's pumped you hard, and he suddenly freezes as you feel his warm cum flooding your insides.

My first roommate and I started masturbating together. Even after we started fucking each other constantly, we never believed it was a gay thing.

I walked up to the urinal next to him and slid my hand over his naked ass. He was ready. I tapped his ass, and he followed me to a stall so I could examine him in closer detail.

My old roommate was like Old Faithful. He erupted every morning at the same time.

There's more than one reason to go to the gym.

"Okay, so it's pretty much a tie. So what do you want to do now?"

"Look, bro, I'm straight. But if you're offering, sure, go ahead, suck my dick."

Just chilling, waiting to hear the door of the next stall open.

He asked to meet behind the gym so his girl wouldn't catch him getting his cock sucked.

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It turned out that Mr. James, my son’s math teacher, had issues with my son as well. We found a mutually acceptable solution there, too.

I saw that the man next to me was showing me his hard cock. He could see that I was hard, too. Then I realized who he was. He was my high school bully, and he had a big, thick cock.

Love this pic 💦

I went into one stall, and my bully went to the one next door. The partition made it less humiliating, but I could almost feel the smug satisfaction he got from me draining his nuts. Once again, he made me his bitch.

I was going to Boston for a trade show. My buddy told me his son worked in Boston, and I could stay with him for free. When I arrived, I was surprised by two things. He was younger than I thought, and he lived in a one-bedroom apartment. I didn't mind sleeping on the couch, but I thought he would have been more comfortable if I'd stayed in a hotel. He made me feel welcome and even shared his bed