Gay Solos

Thinking of last night, I wonder how many things. Like how will you
act when you cum and how your tounge will fill against my throbbing clit.
Yes, we made love last night, but it was only the beginning of endless
possiblities.

You are built larger, heavier, than me. I love that. Underneath you
are soft, cuddly, shy. You took me in your arms as we kissed and held me
firmly, but gently. It was you, you who had never made love to anyone
before, that took my shirt off and began kissing my breasts. No woman
has ever been able to get the response that you did. Slowly you kissed,
and licked, and sucked until I almost came from that stimulation alone.
Your soft strong hands took the time to to stroke and explore, caress
and knead my body.

Finally you rolled me over on top of you and took your shirt off, offering
yourself to me. The feel of your skin against mine was better than I could have ever have imagined. Breasts were against breasts, nipples teasing nipples.
I ran my hands through your thick cropped hair as I kissed your neck,
wondering if I would get to run them through your other hair. I began
working on your neck and shoulders, kissing, licking, and occasionally
bitting. (Were you ever able to explain that hickey to your mom?) It was
so hard not to rush to get to your breasts so you could feel what I felt.
I traced the inside of your arm down to your hand and sucked on each finger.

Corey was a hustler. He was a rare one. He was self-admitted
and happy in his work. It was hard to guess his occupation from
his genial facial expression. He stood out from all the other
solemn-faced hustlers like a bright new penny in a jar of old
ones.

Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.
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One boring Friday afternoon at the office you receive a letter in the
mail. Nothing interesting really from the looks of it. But as you read on,
you soon realize that you are, again, being invited to another fun filled
weekend at your friend’s place, and your mind starts wandering.

A big grin comes over face, and a bulge begins to form in your pants while
remembering some past parties. Those blond beauties, prancing around everywhere
practically in the nude. Almost every man with a gorgeous body was there that
night. Some snuggling, some smooching some groping, and others doing anything
else imaginable.

As you continue day-dreaming, I walk into the office in need of you to
sign something. You are so suddenly startled that you blush and try to muddle
yourself out of your predicament. Noticing how red your face just got, I
notice something else out of place. It’s your piece of meat hanging out of your
pants dripping with excitement. Caught by surprise, I say something stupid
like, “Am I interrupting something? Or am I in time for lunch?” You give me a
quick look-over and see the outline of my hard cock straining against my jeans
then give me a knowing nod. I turn around to lock the door then move towards
you.
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