Innocently sinful (apology-personal)

Some people are doomed to have a miserable life and it seems no matter how hard they try there’s something way powerful to stop them, that means lots of things don’t work for me and I’m starting to just hate the whole process of living.
It just pisses me off when some people get what they want or get things I tried so hard to have ‘em without asking and I keep on trying and failing and becoming sure there must be something very wrong with me own existence.
Sometimes I simply wanna give up the idea of I can do hell better than Mr.X or Ms.Y and accept my creepy fate, other times I wanna fight it hard to prove I was right and I don’t know what right is.

What I know is that I’m making an ass of myself just circling in loops and cursing at my bad luck. The point is no one can have beautiful things without trying or giving up other things. I have this feeling that no matter how hard I try and no matter how many things I give up, there won’t be any better days waiting for me, there is always something hell strong to suck the joy outta me, it’s sitting there and waiting for a little smile to curve my lips so it can hit me harder than before.

I’m shit tired of all the wrong impressions I give to people, most of the times I just want to help and instead I make others hate/avoid me and making me feel lonelier than ever. It’s like being in a big party everyone enjoying themselves and giving comments on every one and when they come to me they say, no comment or pretend I never existed.

I hate all the things I have and I know I’m being ungrateful but I’m tired of being patient and waiting for better days when things get worse every single day marked on my calender.

I’m sick of myself and I want to change or at least finish those many unfinished things.

I swear I have no dirty mind. I never stripped anyone with my eyes. I just copy-paste the pictures without even giving them a second look.
There just one thing I gotta do just to prove I can do it and that’s reaching 400.000 visits by the end of this week, that’s it.
Then I probably just disappear at least for a while.
I don’t want anyone to think like what someone called me, I know I’m not what he said and I wont be, it still hurts.
so I will shut up soon and I’m sorry for whatever I did and I apologize to whoever I hurt, I really didn’t mean to.

go jerk off to your pathetic pictures and don’t speak for anyone except yourself. I may have been very much involved in the gay community and lived in gay ghettos but you are just a sleazy misguided queen with a hard on for young white boys. you offer me nothing new.

getting to fuck the neighbor 3

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He responded, “Fuck that! Dude, you weren’t lying. You really DO like to worship a guy. I have never found a chick who will do this shit!” He paused, “Dude, you want to eat my ass?”
I said, “Hell yeah!”
“Okay, Dude. You want it? It’s all yours. Go to town on it. Get that tongue back in there,” as he used one hand to guide my face back between his legs.
I was stunned when he stood up and turned around, positioning himself with his knees on the edge of the sofa and ass up in the air, presenting his beautiful hole to me for worship. “Come on, Dude, get in there. Eat my ass for me. This is fuckin’ hot!” He said. I ran my hands up the outside of his legs, as I buried my face in his ass. He let out a loud groan, followed by “OH MY FUCKING GOD, DUDE!!! Get in there, Dude. Get in there! This is so hot.” With that, he reached back and spread his cheeks for me.
I was in ecstasy, as I backed up to take in the view. Those long fingers were like webs across each of his ass cheeks, spreading his hole so that there was a perfect ring of hair, encircling a beautiful pink pucker. I noticed he had his face turned to the side and his eyes closed, and it looked as if he was anxious to feel my tongue in his hole again, so I leaned in and gently blew on his whole. He was half laughing when he said, “Dude, you TOTALLY know what you’re doing. That feels incredible!” I returned my face to his ass, and felt one of his hands release his ass cheek, and grab the back of my head. This was one hot scene, and it was heightened by his constant instructions, “Oh, Dude, you must really like that. Do I taste good, Dude? You like that? Get in there, man. Let me feel that tongue way up in there. Aw, you’re making my ass feel so good.” It was hard NOT to do a good job with that constant encouragement. He was really getting into it, and I could feel his hole opening up for me, allowing my tongue to slip past his ass ring. He was pushing his ass back onto my tongue and panting.
Suddenly, he said, “Okay, stop. Stop.” I backed away from his ass, and he said, “Here, get up here on the sofa on your back.” I followed his instructions, and was pleasantly surprised when I saw that he intended to reward me by settling his hot little ass on my face. He squatted down, my head nestled between those two big beautiful feet, and that hot ass settling on my face. Again, he reached back and spread his ass, and pushed down onto my face. At that moment, I almost wanted to crawl up inside him. There is nothing like rimming someone who is enthusiastic about it and truly enjoys it, and this guy was totally caught up in the moment. He was totally getting off on the idea that I was enjoying eating his ass, and he was doing everything in his power to make sure I got a proper dose of his ass.
But, something about him was changing. He was getting more aggressive; more primal. Every few seconds, I could see his body tremble, and he was starting to sweat. I was worried he was going to blow his load all over my chest, and there was nothing I wanted more right now than to take his load and taste his cum. I was so caught up in the moment I had few remaining inhibitions.
I pushed his thighs back a bit so I was licking his balls. His voice had changed from a direct and forceful to more of a pleading pant. I kept hearing him say things like, “Oh god.” and “Oh yes.” interspersed with guttural groans of ecstasy. There was no doubt about it that he was getting close.
I didn’t want to disrupt his heightened emotions to change position abruptly, so I guided him back a bit further, and licked the precum off the bottom of his shaft. Then, he suddenly backed up a bit and put the head of his cock in my mouth. Still squatting, the alignment wasn’t quite right, but he quickly remedied that by grabbing a cushion from the back of the sofa, and embracing it in his arms between us. As the upper part of his body sank into the cushion, he got on his knees, aligning rock hard cock with my throat. Suddenly, and without notice, I felt his cock penetrate my throat. As I looked up, I could see his big balls draped across my eyes and the bridge of my nose, and his ass crack above that, with that beautiful little tuft of hair that grows in his crevice. As I looked up, following his muscular legs, I realized they disappeared up over the end of the sofa.
Honestly, I had never had this done before, and I was flooded with a mixture of emotions: panic, a sense of fulfillment, and unbridled ecstasy. To my relief, he pulled his cock out of my throat and I was able to take a big breath of air. He rose up on his knees and looked down at me. Looking up the length of his body, I was absolutely enthralled with this guy. He looked into my eyes with a look of crazed lust and said, “I’m going to fuck your throat until I cum. Do you want my cum?”
I said, “”Yes”.
He asked again, “You want my cum, don’t you, Dude?”
I said, “Fuck yes! I want it!”
He looked down and smiled, and then said, “Good, ’cause you’re gonna get it. Open your mouth nice and wide for me. Give me that throat, Baby.”
He had a look of accomplishment and total domination on his face as I opened my mouth. But, then he backed up and bent down, so his face was just inches from my own.”What the hell was he doing?” I thought to myself. Then, I looked into his eyes, as he spit into my mouth, and then put two of his long fingers in my mouth, as if to massage his spit into my tongue. “Oh yeah, that’s where I’m going to cum. Right there in that hot mouth of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it.”
“Uh hm…”, was all I could muster. I had never had anyone put their fingers in my mouth, never mind spit in it. But there was something strangely erotic about being dominated like this. There was no doubt he had me under his complete control, and I could see in his eyes that he loved it. It seemed that no matter how far he went, I wanted more.
He rose up and again positioned the head of his cock at my throat. His balls were already drawing up, as he plunged his tool into my throat and let out a primal yell, “Oooooh, Fuuuuuuck, yeah.” I had no clue how this was going to go. Would he literally pump his load into my throat, so that I wouldn’t taste it or would he give me a mouthful? With his balls now right above my eyes, I could see them tensing up. He was still talking, but I could no longer concentrate on what he was saying. My eyes were watering, but I was in heaven as he moved in and out of my throat, completely using me for his own pleasure. As he thrust into my throat, I could see sweat glistening on his muscular ass, and he smelled so masculine. He was moving more quickly now, and my only focus was to breathe when I could, so as not to interrupt his pleasure.
And then, the moment came. His body became more tense, as every muscle began to tighten. I could hear his breathing and panting becoming more erratic. His balls were drawing up, and then his entire body went rigid and he let out a yell, “Aaaaarrgggghhhhh”, and I felt his rod start delivering its load to my throat. He was balls deep in my throat, and as I tasted his cum filling my mouth and throat, I felt my own body grow rigid, as my own cock finally blew its load. Luckily, there was a cushion and my clothing between us, so I was sure not to gross him out by coming on his chest.
He was still trembling. I had swallowed every drop of his cum, but he was keeping his dick in my mouth. Admittedly, I didn’t want it to end either. His head was now resting on the sofa cushion he positioned between our bodies, and his sweaty ass was up in the air with his back still arched.
He was still for a couple of minutes, and then slowly started working his cock in and out of my mouth, so that the head was resting against my tongue. I figured he was just feeding me the last few drops. Then, I heard him say, “Oh god. You want more, Baby. You want more of my cum???”
Stunned, I started grunting “Um hm”, which was the best I could do with my mouth full of his cock.
He said, “Aw, man, you’re gonna get it. I’m gonna feed you another load. You ready for another load? Here ya go. Take that cum. ARGHHHHHHH” I felt his cock head swell against my tongue, and then I felt another huge load start filling my mouth. He was going nuts, and keeping his head against my tongue. As he started to wind down, he again entered my throat, and I gratefully accepted him. I didn’t want it to end.
Then, slowly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved forward, so his ass was once again positioned over my face. “Eat it some more.” was all he said, and I eagerly complied. He sat on my face for another ten minutes or so, before announcing he had to go home and crash. We sat there for a minute, both of us collecting our thoughts and our breath. He looked up at me and said, “That fuckin’ rocked!”
I said, “That was incredible.”
“Dude, you really liked that? You just fuckin’ love my body, don’t you? You can’t get enough.”
“You are hot.” was all I could say.

TBC….

fucking in the sun (pic)

waking up the gay monster (personal)

Some genuine scientists say this summer Alaska gonna be ice-free for the first time in history and i don’t have to stick my head out of window to nod my approval when I can easily look at Ace’s sweaty shorts and bite my lips just thinking about what’s behind that piece of clothes.
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It’s been a while I wanted to write about what’s going on here but I kept telling myself why I should bore other people with my life, I gave up at last so I wanna rant and I have every right to do as I wish!
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I haven’t been fine for a while, there were always too many things to bother me and I found it really hard to get a grip and live the way I have to. At least I made some efforts to change the circumstances for instance by letting baby girl spend an entire week with her mom or giving a short visit to my brothers.
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My beloved brothers whom I do my best not to hurt and act in a way to make ‘em proud of me or the least not to embarrass them; yet K1, my older bro, always finds a way to humiliate me as if  that’s become one of his favorite games.
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It still sounds silly how easy I came out to my grandma and how hard it was to make K1 come to my wedding and approve the guy I chose to share my life with.
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Can I ever get rid of his bitter looks and words? Why am I always seeking his approval?
I don’t know the answer , probably just because as kids we were close, he was the first to know about my secrets and fears, he was the supportive guy to push me through school and protect me from being bullied, yet he left me when I needed him most. It’s over now. We both moved on, found our soul-mates/lovers, made our own paradise and I think it’s time to become those inseparable brothers again. Baby girl loves her uncles so it’s worth trying.
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Yet my Mr. Perfect-brother had other plans. He’s good at blaming me on everything when other times he doesn’t hesitate to take all the responsibilities and this sounds very unfair to me.
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I never thought I could change other people’s sexuality by just being myself. I doubt anyone else can change such things when it is so natural to do certain things like you cant change the color of your eyes, well you can use lens and in the same way you can lie to yourself and others about your sexuality but you haven’t really changed anything.
But I know one thing, people change as they get older, some grow up, some just get older and sorta act more childish. And I think Ace is one of those guys who changed beautifully.  6-7 months ago he shouted at me for just trying to hold his hand in a pretty crowded mall, surely that’s the simplest way to show your feelings and that made my proud Ace violated and pissed off. 2 days ago the same guy licked my cheeks pretty in the middle of the street saying I looked cute and he couldn’t wait to get inside. I think I like the new Ace better, he’s still the same proud guy, he looks pretty the same to many people but to me he is more beautiful, more lovable and more understanding just being fine with his own feelings and showing ‘em.
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Obviously I’m getting nowhere and that’s one of the reasons I try hard not to rant cos I cant stop my thoughts switching from one thing to another, just like the times I have hell of things to say and I just keep quiet cos I cant make my mind what to say.
But I need to clear my mind so probably there are more posts to follow this one.

getting to fuck the neighbor 2

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He said, “Really? I don’t know. I kind of had you pegged for the guy who would be more in control. Maybe be with a more feminine guy.”
“Nah, I really love every aspect of a guys body. I just love worshipping a guy. Exploring every inch of his body.” It suddenly occurred to me what I was saying and my brain was desperately search for whatever connection needed to be broken to disengage my big mouth! It was almost like I was hearing myself in the third person! Why was I telling this guy this? Had I lost my mind? At what point would he hit me and run screaming from my condo?
He said, “Wow, so you’re like my perfect girl, except that you’re a guy!”
“Yeah, that’s kind of a deal breaker, huh.”
We both laughed, and I figured that was the end of that. Then, he threw his head back and closed his eyes and let out a sigh. I was looking at him and thinking how beautiful his body was; from his long perfectly shaped toes to his beautiful shaved head, he was just so sexy. It wasn’t just his appearance, though; he seemed to have an energy about him that just drew me to him. Then, without warning, he said, “Well, Dude, if you ever get the urge to give a guy a massage or something like that, you can call me. I can always use one.”
What the hell just happened? I wondered. Did he just say what I thought he said? My thoughts were interrupted when he said, “In fact, I could use a nice massage right now.” My eyes shot up, and he had lifted his head and was looking at me with this half smile that said, “I fuckin’ know you want this!” And, he was right! As if fantasizing about it openly, he said “Starting with my feet, working up my legs, and just keep going. I’m beat today.” He paused as he looked into my stunned face, laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it, dude. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” This was it. This was the very second in a guy’s life where he feels helm control being transferred from the bridge to engineering! I suddenly had his foot in my hand and was massaging it. “Nice, that’s more like it, dude.” he said.
This guy was totally under the radar. A couple hours ago, I had him pegged for an innocent farm boy from Nebraska, and now he was encouraging me as I massaged his feet. Commending me on how well I was serving him. I was blindsided, but at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to please this guy.
As my mind desperately tried to determine when it lost control and how we got to this point, he said “Mmmmmmm, that feels so awesome!” Then, he got up and said, “Okay if I grab another beer?”
“Sure,” I said.
I immediately felt disappointment and rejection at the fact that he took his foot from my hands, and got up. I figured this was his way of escaping an awkward situation, but then he opened his beer and returned to the sofa. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and said, “Now, where were we?” As he took off his shirt and laid back, putting his foot back in my reach. As I took that big foot back into my hand, I looked up the length of his body. I was relieved that I hadn’t done something to disappoint him and that he was even more comfortable than before.
He had a perfect build, tall and slender, and it was easy to see he was one of those people gifted with it. His body was proportionate, with a muscular tone to it. Not much hair on his chest, but some on his legs, and a beautiful trail leading from his belly button down into his shorts. He was simply beautiful. As I looked up at him, he flashed this big smile that made deep dimples in his cheeks, and had this knowing look in his eyes. I understood he knew full well we were having a symbiotic experience, where I was fulfilling my need to please, and he was fulfilling his need to be pleased; a sort of natural balance between two compatible personality types.
I again started rubbing and massaging his foot. He had beautiful feet. His toes were perfectly shaped and matched his body. His nails were well groomed, and the sole of his foot was incredibly smooth. He was moaning and sighing as I worked on his foot, and that encouragement made my heart race. Trying to be discreet, I decided to push the envelope a bit. I continued to massage, all the while moving his foot closer and closer to my face. I could now smell his aroma, and there was no turning back. He had me going nuts. Before I knew it, I had the sole of his foot against my face, and it smelled and felt amazing, even as I heard him say, “Aw, Dude, you like that big foot? You really DO love men, huh?” As if to prove my point, I slowly licked the bottom of his foot, from the heel to his toes, then took his big toe into my mouth and started sucking. He gasped, but somewhere in my mind, I believe I had decided I would continue on until he stopped me. “Dude, that’s hot!” he exclaimed.
He was moaning and encouraging me, telling me how great it felt and how he had never experienced anything like it. I was in heaven. I licked and sucked each toe, licking between each of them, and loving every minute of it. He kept the encouragement coming. True to his word, this guy just loved having someone worship him. “Oh, yeah, suck my toe. That feels so good. Man, you like that, don’t ya. I think we’re gonna have to do this more often. Come on, Dude, lick the bottom of my foot, again. Does it smell good? You like my smells, dontcha? Yeah, dude, work on my toes with that tongue.” This kid had me in ecstasy with the constant narration and instruction. If he could be sexier, I don’t know how!
fter a while, of worshipping his feet, I started massaging his calves. He had great legs, and you could tell they got a regular workout. Lightly hairy and firm, but I couldn’t help looking up the length of his body as I worked on his long legs. I wanted more, but had no idea how I would tell him. Soon, my question was answered, when he said, “Here, pull my shorts off for me.” I did, and realized he wasn’t wearing underpants.
They he was, lying there with these two large eggs hanging between his legs in a nice sack, and a probably a 7.5 inch cock, though admittedly it looked much bigger. It was thick and it was beautiful. This was a cock they could make sex toy molds from, I thought. Looking up his body again, I noticed he seemed to have a perfect form. His long arms turned into big hands, with long fingers that he used to caress his body as I massaged him. This guy loved being pleased and I was loving every second of pleasing him.
I was now much less intimidated, and was kissing my way up his legs. He was reveling in being worshiped, moaning and sighing as though all was right in his world. As I got above his knees, I noticed his cock throb from time to time. I couldn’t wait to get on that cock of his; I wanted to suck him so badly. But, I refrained. I made my way up to his nuts, and gently pulled the first one into my mouth, sucking and licking on it. He let out a groan, and I felt one of those big hands on the back of my head, as he said, “Yeah, Baby, suck that nut.” This guy was HOT! He was driving me insane! “Come on, Baby, do the other one. Now, get ‘em both in that mouth. Come on, you can get both my big nuts in your mouth, cantcha?” he hissed. Soon, I had both of his nuts in my mouth, and I could tell by the look in his eyes, he was enjoying it. No mistake about it, this guy LOVED having his nuts sucked. As I held his big balls in my mouth, I feverishly bathed them with my tongue. I saw his body shudder and his eyes close, as he breathed in through his teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and said, “Stop. Stop. Stop.”
Fearful I had done something wrong. I looked up at him. He said, “I’m sorry. I haven’t cum for a few days, and you’re getting me too close. I don’t want to cum yet.” I didn’t want him to cum yet either. After a couple minutes of panting, he broke into a big grin and threw himself back on the sofa and said, “This is SO FUCKING HOT!!!! I love having a guy worship my body. You’re makin’ me crazy, Dude.” I just smiled and said, “You are beautiful.”
As I looked at him, I realize his cock was drooling precum like a river. I reached up, grabbed the shaft and took it into my mouth. His back arched and he screamed, “OH, SHIT!!!!” I realized I was so anxious to clean that cock of his, that I had taken every inch, and had my face buried in his pubes. He starting thumping on the head like a melon, half laughing, and yelling, “Stop Dude, Stop!” He collapsed back on the sofa and started giggling like a kid, “FUCK! No one has ever taken me like that. Fuck, you’ve got me right on the edge!!!! You like that taste of my precum?”
“Hell yeah,” I said.
“Wait, Dude, are you going to swallow my load when I cum?”
“Every last drop,” I said.
“No fucking way! Aw, this is insane!” I then licked the fresh flow of precum from his cock, knowing at this point he had a hair trigger, and being careful not to trip it.
I nuzzled his nuts, and licked the crevice where his legs meet his thighs. He smelled so good. Tasted so good. I wondered… I slowly lifted his balls and started to lick under his nuts. He was lying back with his hands behind his head, holding onto the back of the sofa, as he felt my tongue touch his asshole for the first time. He jumped and said, “Aw, Dude, you just licked my hole! What the fuck!”
Thinking I had crossed the line, I apologized, “I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have done that.”

TBC……

Devil’s Exilir-cum (pic)

eat my ass (pic)

Digitally fucked

Well, my story begins when I was 18 in university. I was taking a computing course and had total access to the uni’s computer system.
Inevitably, once in a while, I would wander on to gay porn and after lectures had finished on Wednesdays. I nearly always went shopping on the gay personal websites.
I’m not a bad looking kid by any measure: blond ‘crew cut’ hair, bright baby blue eyes, slim ‘n cute. Not to mention the piece of prime 7-inch uncut cock that called my boxers home.
Anyway on one Wednesday I wandered into room 12 the PC room and sat down in my normal place. As it was nearly 6:30pm the entire wing of the college was empty, so I went on line and started looking through ‘twinks on line’.
About half an hour later I was getting bored and decided to look for a new site. I came across a cool looking site so I started to browse the various personals.
What I saw next totally smacked me in the face, there I was gawking at the university’s computer administrator!
The very man who had been the soul subject of my jack-off sessions since I had started college was staring me in the face on a GAY personal!
I was so dumbstruck by this sudden revelation that I didn’t notice Dean (the administrator) enter the room and stand at my side, smirking at his own image.
I was totally oblivious to this Italian hunk’s presence until he said ‘Don’t worry, that’s not my best pic’. He totally caught me off guard and I was so startled I fell off my chair.
I scrambled, stuttering, to my feet and stammered ‘Dean!? What on earth are…’ I trailed of as I saw him eying me up and down as I squirmed in my jeans.
‘So, I guess you know about me now then? You know you’re not meant to be on these sites. I’ve been monitoring your PC usage you know’ I just stared at my feet in shame.
I had always been very secretive about my sexuality and being found out by the man of my dreams was nerve racking to say the least.
I managed to whisper ‘you know what I am?’ in a really pathetic voice. He just nodded and started to advance toward me like a Lion stalking a baby Zebra.
Then in a flash he was holding my feminine hands against the wall with fierce pressure. I closed my eyes in fear of feeling a fist connect sharply with my face but instead I felt a pair of silky, full lips on mine.
I opened my eyes in disbelieve. I was kissing the man of my wildest fantasy! I opened my lips to receive his rabid and searching tongue into my willing mouth and, of course, returned the honor.
We must have been kissing like this for about 10 minutes, with my arms held fast above my head, when he reluctantly broke the kiss he left me begging for more of that hot tongue.
He looked at me quizzically and said ‘So you liked that then boy?’
I knew it was a rhetorical question but I said ‘How couldn’t I!? I’ve never been kissed like that before.’
‘Really?’ Dean replied ‘I thought I was good but to impress a cutie like you…?’
I felt my self blush and turned away with embarrassment. Then Dean asked ‘So have you been further than that before?’ I said no.
He grinned at me and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I was meant to be going shooting that night but I said I’d gladly bunk off.
We went to the car and he pushed me against it, pinning me to the bonnet of his Capri. He kissed me roughly and shoved his hands up my top, stroking all over my hairless creamy chest.
He got up and got in the car, as did I. As we drove he kept his hand on my knee. His flat was only 10 mins off campus so we were there in no time.
As I entered his flat I was astounded at the middle eastern style mixed with Japanese art work that created a very sensuous atmosphere that really got me in the mood.
As I walked to the sofa he pushed me hard and I fell to the soft seat. Before I was even down he was on top of me, kissing me with tiger like fierceness. His hands roamed like wild fire, siring my skin where he touched.
His fingers, ever so slowly played with my belt buckle and jeans fly until I felt my waist being freed from the denim. Dean started to kiss my cheek and neck.
Clearly wanting his tongue to reach every part of my body, he ripped my shirt clean off my chest and went to work on my little pink nipples.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have known that my nipples could be so sensitive and deliver so much pleasure! Every time dean swirled that tongue around my nipps I was nearly totaled.
Dean started down my chest nibbling and licking as he went. He halted at my flowery boxers, which now looked more like a 5 man tent, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband.
He looked up at me as if asking for permission, I nodded and bit my lower lip in preparation for the return of his flaming tongue.
He pulled my last vestige of clothing down around my ankles and just stared at my cock that was bouncing like mad. Then he took the pink head of my piston in to his hot, wet mouth.
His tongue swirled around the tip and started to travel south, taking my organ like without it he would die. Then he let go of my dick and took both my average size balls in to his mouth. He rolled my nuts around in his mouth making me moan in delight then he released them and went back to the head of my member that was now dripping with pre-cum.
He began to slowly suck me and it drove me wild! My hips were thrusting up of their own accord. I couldn’t stand it much longer! My body spasmed and tensed as I fired silo after silo, volley after volley of cum in to Dean’s gullet. To my amazement he swallowed every last drop! ‘Dean, that was…you’re just…’ and I truly could not find words to describe how I felt.
He looked at me in a loving way and I knew he knew what I meant. ‘Ant, I’ve given you some thing now I think its about time I took something back’ I knew exactly what he meant and I looked forward to it. Dean went into the kitchen and returned with 2 bottles of bud and a clear tube that said ”KY jelly” and I knew what that was for.He sat next to me, I was still totally naked and he started to stroke my bare thigh whilst sipping his beer. I was still glowing from the explosive orgasm I had enjoyed and didn’t notice Dean get up until he was standing right in front of my naked frame.
It was not until Dean took his shirt off that I realized how muscular this studly Italian was! As he slid of his top his immense pecs rippled and tensed, while his fabulous abs didn’t move an inch. With his curly black hair and deep hazel eyes he reminded me of a Greek god I’d seen in history back at high school who name still escapes me today.
I got up and advanced toward him, arms out stretched, and touched his tanned skin, which felt like hard fire to my already hot skin. As I was closing the gap between us I felt arms like tree trunks enclose around my tummy and come together in the small of my back, pulling me towards Dean.
Since Dean was about a head taller than me when we hugged I pushed my head between his beautiful pecs and inhaled his musky sent deeply making me light headed. I began to kiss this hunks muscles and when to nibbling his large light brown nipples, trying to imitate his tonguing actions.
Dean started to stroke my back in tiny circle patterns as I pleasured his rippling chest. I could hear Dean moaning in ecstasy and he began to wriggle in an attempt to bury my face between his incredible pecs and steely abs.
Then I began to descend to my knees but Dean pulled me back to my feet. He gave me a stern look and said ‘Tut tut u shouldn’t go down on a mans cock without asking’ I knew he was joking because he was smiling ear to ear. ‘You are a bad boy Ant, I think you need to be taught a lesson’ I admit that I was a bit worried at what he was thinking.
Dean put both his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face the sofa and pushed my upper body down until my arms were supporting my weight as I was bent over.
The Italian stud kicked my legs apart and moved to my side.
I could hear something whistle through the air but I had no time to react before I felt a burst of pain explode on my ass. I cried out in agony as he began to spank me again and again smack, smack smack.
I couldn’t compose myself to even speak as my tender young ass was being violated. But then the pain began to give way to pleasant numbness and this in turn gave way intense pleasure and I started to moan, grinding my head into the sofa to muffle my loud moans. This went on until Dean was satisfied with the rose colour of my bum.
I tried to get up but he kept me in my position. I felt a shiver course through me as Dean began to smear cold KY on my ass cheeks, massaging them both and slowly working towards my pink pucker. As his fingers began slipping over my hole a loud guttural moan burst from my lips and I began to push into his fingers.
Then his fingers slipped into my ass and I exhaled deeply then another finger and another until he was frigging my ass with three fingers. My hips were furiously jerking back and forth, I wanted him so badly!
Then Dean pulled out making me feel cold and empty inside but then I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He paused, gauging my comfort, then in one incredibly hard shove he was all the way in my ass.
I screamed in agony as he began to pull out of me, then back in. It seemed everything was in beat, our hearts, his pumping, every thing.
I was pumped like this for what seemed like an eternity (but was in fact only 17 minutes) we were like a well oiled piston in a car engine.
I knew dean must have been getting close as his thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic. Then he let out a low guttural groan he shot a massive amount of man juice into my well battered ass.
Now, I don’t know what it was about being squirted into but that warm gush triggered my own. I gobbed all over the leather sofa, without even touching my self.
We collapsed in each other’s arms and drifted into an incredibly blissful sleep.
Over the next few months he rode me like a pro taming a horse, on my back, doggy, standing, over the dinner table in the best relationship I have ever had.