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4 comments:
who's the guy on the top?
he is all male testosterone, built like a massive tank.
that is how man's body should look like. HOT!!!
This last guy makes me think how much I would like to join him in bed in a cheap old-fashioned motel, the kind with with separate cottages and no air conditioning, on a hot summer night. Lying close on top of me as he thrusts his cock up my tender ass, my legs wrapped around his ass, the sweat from his hairy chest would trickle off me. Then he would nuzzle my neck with his stubbly chin and flick his tongue on my lips and then thrust it deep inside my mouth. He's grunting and groaning, I'm moaning, and the bedsprings creak with each rhythmic thrust. The male aroma of his pits and crotch fills the air, as he satisfies his lust---slowly, slowly, all night long.
Hot Night in a Cheap Motel
It was a hot summer night that I let myself get picked up in a raunchy roadhouse by this studly dude I’ll call Macho. We were both pretty drunk, but he somehow managed to weave down a narrow highway in his rattling pickup truck to this isolated motel. It was the cheap old-fashioned kind with a blinking, half-burnt out neon sign announcing the Bide-a-Wee Motel, a semi-circle of detached cottages. Dinky and run-down, they lacked air-conditioning and pretty much everything else that would provide normal comfort. To rent one Macho had to wake the night clerk, who followed us smirking and muttering snide remarks, to unlock our door. Our stifling room reeked of mildew and we threw open the window, but for not much benefit: it was a still night, with no breeze, loud with the serenades of tree frogs.
The only thing I remember as we hastily stripped naked was that he ripped off the new black lace panties -- bought that very afternoon at Vicky’s Secret -- that I was wearing under my jeans,. Then we collapsed in a boozy haze onto the sagging, lumpy bed. Macho, here, was soon lying close on top of me, thrusting his thick cock up my tender ass. My legs were wrapped around his butt and my arms around his back. The intense heat between our joined bodies made the sweat from his hairy chest trickle all over me. He nuzzled my neck with his stubbly chin and flicked his tongue on my lips and then thrust it deep inside my mouth. He grunted and groaned and I moaned, both of us crazy with unleashed desire. The bedsprings creaked with each rhythmic thrust, undoubtedly audible in the office three cottages away. Soon the male aroma of his pits and crotch filled the air, as he satisfied his lust -- slowly, slowly -– for hours.
I woke only at full daylight, with Macho sprawled on the bed as you see him here. I had a terrible hangover and a rotten taste in my mouth. I looked at this guy, then at our clothes scattered all over everywhere, and I could scarcely believe where I was or what I had just done. I wondered what my country-club lawyer parents would say if they knew their 21-year-old sissy son was in a place like this. But I also reflected that I know stuff about the real world that they haven’t a clue about
I forgot to specify that this story concerns #5
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