
Who’s next?

Who’s next?

A true slut always has problems keeping his pants on.

Hey guys, I just found out your friend here is a cum hungry fag. Give me a few more minutes and I will blow a load in him, then you guys can have a turn.

The moment of joy, when you feel the wetness of his tongue, right before pushing forward, burying your entire length in your roommates an “anonymous” mouth.

Not again, how do I keep ending up in this position?

He looked at me, chuckling, “dude, those condoms are way too small for me…this guy requires XL magnum-sized”. Don’t have any? That’s OK, it will feel better raw anyway.

Watching their teammate pump a load of creamy ball juice into the rookies new cunt, while waiting for their turn.

Guess which guy goes to bed each night filled with soldier spunk?

Right now every guy in this stadium is watching me lay on top of you. Those in front can probably see my ass moving up and down slightly as I rub my ten inch cock against your ass crack. The longer we lay here the more obvious it becomes. When I stand up and the men see my boner tenting the front of my shorts they will know for sure what is happening.
But when you stand up and show them your hard on, as you pull your shorts out of your ass crack, they will know for sure, you liked it.

Shopping with their girlfriends at the erotic novelty shop, joking around with a dildo. The girls laugh, take a snap with the camera phone and move on. As soon as the girls turn their backs, Steve moves the dildo aside and grabs the back of Pete’s head, forcefully pulling it towards his crotch. As Pete’s face is buried in Steve’s sweatpants, he can feel that Steve has a raging boner. Steve thrusts his cotton clad cock against Pete’s mouth and whispers “later”.
Steve lets go, and quickly walks over to the girls, leaving Pete bent over and confused, his own cock tenting the nylon shorts he is wearing.