บททั้งหมดของ 30 Irresistible Romantic Encounters: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

All I could see was his butt crack. I couldn’t see his penis or testicles, so I tried to imagine that I was about to buttfuck a girl. I couldn’t see his butthole, so I spread his cheeks: there it is. With one hand spreading his cheeks and the other on my dick, I put it between his cheeks.Henry’s butthole was dry. No matter how I pushed the head of my dick against it, it would not go in. Now, if a girl was dry, I’d lick her pussy until she moistened up. I wasn’t going to lick Henry’s butthole. So I spit on it and used the head of my dick to spread it around.“Are you ready?” I said.“As I’ll ever be,” he said, taking a breath.I pushed and the head of my dick slipped inside him but only about an inch. It was as if my dick wasn’t supposed to be there. But, I was going to fuck Henry now no matter what. In for a penny, in for a pound. I grabbed his hips and pulled back thinking I’d just fuck this one inch of his butthole, but now I was stuck in place. I spit on my fingers and rubbed it ar

I got off my bike and dug through the bags. The clothes even smelled like him. I always liked FJ’s smell. A mix of his cologne and his natural musk. The bags were filled with his old workout shirts and shorts. I didn’t find anything I wanted, but I came across his old red jockstrap. I remembered him wearing it in the locker room at school one day. His ass was amazing in it. Just smelling it and thinking about him in it was getting me hard.“That’s it. I give up.” Mr. Gilson threw his hands in the air. “It’s too damn hot out here. Come inside, Corin. I’ll grab you something to drink.” He waved me in.“That’s ok. I have to get home and shower.” I carefully got up, hoping he wouldn’t see the front of my pants growing.“I wasn’t asking you what you were about to do, I’m telling you to get in here and get a cold pop.” He walked inside.Now I see where FJ got his aggressive personality from.I sat on his couch, and he gave me a cold pop.“Thanks Mr. Gilson.”“Enough with the “Mr. Gilson” eh

He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue eased into my mouth again. We stood there making out while his fingers eased my shirt up my chest and over my head, then he pushed my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of my flip-flops, kicking my clothes to the side.He wrapped his arms around my naked waist, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his meaty shoulders. Our hot rock-hard cocks were kissing each other underneath us too.“Relax,” he said. “Let Big Faiz take care of you tonight.”He sat next to me on the bed and kissed me more while slowly rubbing my naked thighs."You and FJ suck each other off?"“Not each other. I was always the one sucking, not him. He said that was 'gay'.”He snorted. "Damn shame. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” His hand took a quick feel of my cock. “But tonight, you ain’t going to be the only one sucking. Lie back.” That got me excited. I wasn’t new to blow jobs, but it had been a long time. Before FJ, I got t

When I woke up, it was 6:00 the next morning. My folks would wake up for work soon, so I had to leave before they figured out I had been gone all night.Faiz was snoring like a black bear while I laid against his rising and falling chest. He didn’t budge an inch as I played with his nipple while replaying everything that happened the previous night in my head.My tender asshole was aching to ride his cock one more time before I had to go, so I found his sticky flaccid cock under the sheets, and pumped it till it was half awake, making him groan in his sleep.I greased up with the bottle of lube on the nightstand and sat myself on his raw cock, slowly rocking back and forth on it.He stopped snoring, and his eyes fluttered open.“Morning daddy," I moaned, increasing speed."Aye," he smiled and grabbed my hips. “Now this is a sexy wake-up call. Wish I could wake up to your sexy ass like this every morning.”His cock was hard as rock now, and I bounced up and down on it, rocking the bed,

I took him to his room and threw him on the bed. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down, indicating that he wanted to have sex.So we did.Just like old times.I gave him head first, bobbing quickly on his semi because he was too drunk to get it fully hard, but we managed. His body was still gorgeous, and he did me doggy style. Just like old times.I wanted to be taken over by him and the feeling of nostalgia, but as he stuck his cock in and started thrusting like a rabbit, I realized it was god awful.Was it always this bad? So fast and stabby and inconsiderate? Was he always so cold and unvocal? Just grunts and the occasion ‘fuck yeah’. No ‘tell daddy what you want?’ No calling me a good boy?This was boring.I remember when I used to beg him to keep going, but now I wanted him to hurry up and finish. He did. First like always.He rammed me hard one last time, before grabbing my hips and spasming behind me. He let loose three long blasts before slowly pulling o