0 comments/ 113149 views/ 10 favorites Thank you By: Vexani The party was soon. Very soon. My sister always looked hot, but tonight... While the folks were out of town, Kristen and I planned to have several friends over to "watch flicks". She had bought a new outfit that hugged her curves like skin. Slightly shorter than me, her breasts were full and were perfectly complimented by her hourglass hips. At this moment, she was bent over the table setting up the preliminary snacks. I walked up behind her rubbing her ass. She flipped around, shooing me away. Kristen never did like the idea of us getting together, but never told me to leave her alone. I hoped tonight would be my chance to show her how much she was missing. I playfully pouted at her, making her smile. She stretched up and let me kiss her on the lips, pulling away when I offered my tongue. The doorbell rang so I slunk off to answer it. The looks run in the family. I'm a pretty good contender if I do say so. I'm tall at 6'2" well-muscled after six seasons of fall sports and in a general good attitude. I could have any girl I wanted...except Kristen. Tonight would be it. Our friends had begun to arrive in twos and threes, casting off their coats and shoes at the door. I greeted and sent them into the kitchen. "Hey bro! I forgot to re-stock the liquor." Kristen said coming up behind me. She was using her could-you-please-do-this-for-me voice. The one I can't resist. "Would you run down to the corner and get some of your favorite supplies?" She pushed $40 bucks into my jeans pocket making a show of brushing against my cock in the process. I was annoyed, but couldn't help it. "Sure. Go ahead and start the movies without me." I walked out to the car and drove to the store. Unfortunately, we live out in the country, so running out to the store took about twenty minutes. After picking up the rest of the stuff, I returned in an hour. Walking into the house, I knew they hadn't been shy about starting without me. In the blue light of the TV, the living room had become a smoky plaza with corners already occupied. A blonde was bouncing her head up and down on the guy concentrating on the porno in front of him. Lisa, Kristen's sorority sister, was having her pussy gouged by some guy she had arrived with. "Great." I thought. Several couples nodded to me as I scanned the room for Kristen's body. Nowhere. Up in her room, I knew. I disposed of the liquor in the kitchen, disregarding the ridiculous noises coming from our dining room table. Shedding my coat, I snuck upstairs to my room and retrieved the device I'd bought earlier that day from my dresser drawer, then returned to her door. Luckily, her boyfriend, Scott was coming out of the room. He winked at me. Scott and I had been friends for years and he knew about my plans. "All ready?" "Yup, for a long time." I answered confidently. I pushed open the door slowly. Good. She wasn't facing me. She was laying away from the door half on her side and half on her stomach. In the darkness, the moonlight played over her skin. The delicate curves of her back tensed and relaxed as she breathed. The aroma of man and woman filled the room. How soon it would revive. My cock jerked in my pants. I took a deep breath and stepped in, closing the door behind me. ~~~~~~~~~ Scott had really worked me tonight. I was resting for another round when I heard him come in. I heard him remove his clothes again, thinking it strange he had just walked out with them on. He surprised me with soft and determined fingers on my calf. My eyes fluttered open to see my darkened room, barely lit from outside. I extended my curled legs for him, over-stretching like a cat. The fingers slid up my leg to rest under the curves of my bottom. They were almost trembling. That was strange. It occurred to me that this wasn't Scott. He would usually reach into my pussy to check immediately if I was ready for him. I attempted to turn around to see, but the person held me flat with one hand in the small of my back. My nether muscles tensed nervously. This excited me. I knew everyone in the house and my mind was racing. The fingers rested again and gently coaxed me to spread my thighs. I jumped when I felt a cold, small object pressed between my lips to appropriately stimulate my clit. It began to softly vibrate. It was perfectly placed and all of my earlier activity had left me sensitive. Twitching was unavoidable. Suddenly a body climbed over me. I tried desperately to turn my head to see, but he avoided my gazes, only slid the vibrator's controls into my hand. It was on the lowest setting. I hadn't used a vibrator in a while and even now, the notion embarrassed me a little. The man stretched out his body over me, keeping me flat on my stomach. He slid his hands under me to begin pinching my nipples into protruding points. I felt his cock semi-hard against my back. Already, I could tell that this was someone I had never had before. The vibration continued on my clit. I looked at the control in my hands and cautiously moved the dial to the next setting. The man above me breathed out with a satisfied sound. His hands played with my nipples, still very sensitive. Without realizing it, my hips began to rise and fall with those familiar motions on the small pleasure source. My lover gripped my breasts fully and pressed himself against me. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This was like nothing before! He was so gentle; my breath wouldn't stay steady as I rode out the first orgasm. It was quick and I became disappointed until I realized that my new lover was not going to settle for a single occurrence. One of his hands remained on my breast while the other caressed my side sending heightened sensations to my brain. ~~~~~ Her breathing became quicker and she began to moan softly. I had her under me. My beautiful sister. I was going to fuck her! I couldn't believe it! She was so beautiful; I reached forward to caress her face. She immediately sucked in two of my fingers. Hard. My cock felt like it received an electric shock; it jumped against her. I knew if I made her stop now, I'd miss half the show. I would have to be patient. I've always heard my sister was wild, but wanted to see for myself. I used my other hand, resting my full body weight on her, to press the vibrator harder between her wet lips. She gave a small squeal and began to buck into the mattress, riding out her pleasure waves. That's what I was waiting for! Her body went limp under me. I removed the sticky vibrator and stretched her arms above her head where I held them. I could smell her pussy, but I had to touch it. Lying with her on the couch is as far as she ever allowed. Already, I was thrilled to have seen her orgasms, but almost nervously, I reached between her legs to touch those dripping lips. I pushed them apart and was met by a flood of her juices. How sweet they smelled. My older sister, so much left unexplored for this evening. But one thing I would not deprive myself of... I positioned myself on top of her, placing my cock at her slit and as planned, slid into those swollen lips with no resistance. I was fully erect and felt her walls tight against my engorged head. I felt her breathe out again in pleasure, but I wasn't concentrating on that just now. I knew I'd never get another chance like this, so I savored her body below me. Trembling. Waiting for me. Wanting me to send her into another climax. I began my rhythm. Pressing into her pussy up to the hilt. Pulling out again just before I'd be released from her tight lips, and then gaining momentum pushing into her again. I built my own climax and watched her respond to my motions; feeling her orgasm again. With that, I was sent to that long-awaited edge. I tensed and grunted as my seed spilled into her, filling her and then squirting out, around my cock over her lips. ~~~~~~ I was in heaven. Unsteady breaths racked my body. I pushed my ass up to meet his rhythms to make sure he was deep within me. My head was all blurred and I only knew this incredible fuck was the only thing in the world. He tensed and released his load with a soft grunt. We collapsed together. Who was this?! I wanted so much to ask! My breathing was too shallow, only my mind could speak. Gradually, our breathing became more normal. Before I could turn over, he leaned and kissed my cheek breathing warmly in my ear. Then whispered, "Thanks, Sis." Thank You Dear ______, I overheard a conversation recently that reminded me I owe you a debt of gratitude. You taught me something that has put me in good stead with other lovers ever since, and for that I thank you. And I suppose that, indirectly, my lovers, both current and former, thank you as well. God knows they've thanked me. Looking back, do you realize it's been 30 years? Do you even remember what it was you taught me? I told you then that it was a first time for me. But there were many firsts, some for both of us, so maybe you don't. How about this – do you remember me looking up at you, through the soft tangles of hair and over your mound, across the plain of your belly and between your slight breasts, and telling you this was my first time? At first, I didn't think you were teaching. I just supposed it was two young people figuring things out, but it soon became apparent you had much more experience than I did in this matter. I remember the way your hands guided my head, your fingers showed me the way, and your words - ohh gawwdd, your words. "Use your lips here." "Can you roll your tongue? See this? Feel it grow with your tongue? Now just suck on it, but gently." "Start further back, a little further, a little further. Oh, yes, right there...." "You're taking to this like a duck to water." That last seemed an odd thing to say, at least at first. I remember the following conversation like it was yesterday. Some time later, after we'd both enjoyed a good, energetic fuck, and I'd rolled onto my back you climbed on top, and straddled me, looking down at me thoughtfully. "You know you're very good at that, don't you?" "At fucking?" I asked, a little incredulously. I never lasted as long as I wanted to. Never had, and sometimes I still don't. "At going down on me." A little hurt, but also a little proud, I simply replied "Why, thank you." A moment passed, maybe several, your eyes still pensive, not straying from mine. "Do you remember the times I cut my hair really short?" I nodded. "I did that when I was seeing other girls. Did you know I saw girls, too?" I couldn't speak, and only shook my head. And then you made some excuses for it, and kept talking about it, and talking about it, and then, looking down at my belly, feeling my hard cock beneath you, you said, "You *like* hearing about this, don't you?" Again, all I could do was nod, but you slid forward a little bit, cocked your hips just so, and took me inside. Then you leaned forward, and whispered the rest in my ear, without moving. All you did was squeeze. My wife has often given me great compliments, but I always assumed they stayed between us. And then, the other night, I overheard her say to one of her friends, "I don't know where he learned it, and I don't want to know. But, he's very good at giving head. Imagine how good a girl would be – I think he might be better." If you're out there, and by some freak of nature see this, I hope life's been kind to you. And even though it's been a lot of years, I thank you. Others thank you as well, but I thank you more. Take care, _______ Thank You After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Zia's younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Lahore. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seemed to be placed on a few teenagers. Olds buddies were not interested in anything but themselves. The party was to go on to early hours of dawn, when Zia's father sent for me. I went to see him and was told that some of their guests could not get the flight to Lahore so they were reaching Islamabad. Zia's father, considering me a responsible man, requested to make arrangements for them to reach Lahore. So it was decided that I leave early in the morning for Islamabad and drive them back to Lahore. Well now the problem was to get leave from my buddies. Impossible. Nobody was even ready to listen to such a request. I called Zia to a side and told him that if I didn't get proper sleep, it would be very hard to do as told. He was to do something. After a few minutes Amjad a cousin of Zia came to me and declared that I was being called by the elders again. As I came out Amjad told me to go to his bedroom and sleep there. Nobody would suspect anything and the search for me would only lead to other places. I thanked him and made for his room. His wife and family would be coming back in the morning, as the functions of dholki etc were to good enough to hold them away. Thanking God I slipped into bedroom. In this unexpected place I had no clothes to change into. So, all I did was to lock the door, set the alarm of the bedside clock and get into the cover wearing only my wristwatch. Within minutes I was fast asleep. I don't know how it happened, but when I woke up, I found myself entangled in the arms of someone. The lights were dim and I could not make much of my condition. It made me feel like a star of our Indian and Pakistani movies asking the silly question "Mein Kahan Hoon"{Where Am I}. I had a bit of difficulty placing myself. Questions rising in my mind Where am I? Who is this sleeping beside me? Is it a trick played on me, or am I really that lucky? Height of confusion! I was just thinking of ways to handle the situation. The problem was that you could only escape a situation when you knew where you stand. The confusion led to my turning on my back. At that very moment I felt a stirring in my companion. I just pulled the covers to my face trying to plan my course of action, when out of the blue, a hand got hold of my cock. This rascal has it's own ways and timings. It was pointing towards the ceiling. Confusion increases. Before I could take any action, the hand was replaced by something wet and warm. Then a movement.... and when I dared to take a peek, someone was inserting my dick into her pussy, while facing the other way towards my feet. I just raised my hands to stop her but I was too slow for her quickness, she had impaled herself on me before I could stop her. I got hold of her. 'What are you doing?' I said. It was her jumping off me in panic that was more startling. 'Who are you and what are you doing here?' She shouted. This was Amjad's wife. Her turning around made her fall on me and the dick that had hardly come out of her went back into her lodging. Now she was facing me and settled with the cock in her. We were so badly entangled because of her twisting and turning that disengaging needed quite an effort. ' I thought it was Amjad'. She had come for an errand and opened her room with her set of keys. Seeing a man in her bed made her think it was Amjad. Now a girl of twenty-five and being exited about the marriage taking place, gave her the impish thought of giving her husband a sexy surprise. Her confused beautiful face blushing red and her lovely body convulse and going bent double made her still. It was all her fault. She did not have the courage to face me or move. Ashamed and confused she sat numb. The sight gave me a harder on. (Even now the memory gives me a throbbing heart and a smile from ear to ear). I sat up. Thanks to our slim figures this was easy, without loosing penetration. I looked towards her. Her head was still down and her chin was touching her chest. I lifted her face with my fingers and there was a sight to see. She was a beauty in glory. Tears filled her eyes and her blinking pushed two pearls roll down her cheeks. I tried to console her. I wiped the tears off he face. 'It was an accident and accidents don't happen intentionally'. I told her. She broke in tears. I was in a fix. How do I handle this situation? I never knew. All I could do was to hold her tightly and tell her that nothing had gone wrong. But this fuelled the fire. The crying and sobs grew more. Now it was my turn to panic. If somebody did happen to catch us in this position then I might have been declared the creator of this scene. Try to silence her I placed my hand on her mouth and begged her to lower her voice. She did not like my hand on her mouth and tried to free herself from my grip. This struggle made her fall back. Now I was sitting between her legs with my cock still in her pussy that had started to go dry by now. I was slightly bent over her so that my hand could still be in touch with her mouth. After a couple of minutes she started to listen to what I was saying. This cooled her and the struggling and crying stopped. I tried to cheer her up with some silly jokes. I don't remember whether silly or witty, but something I said brought a smile on her face. Now we told each other our sides of the story and how it led to this. An understanding was reached to hush up and let anyone else know about the event. If exposed it would mean a big crisis and may be some serious fight. In our society for her it might have ended with her being turned out of the house but I could be struck extremely rough. At least I made her believe this. Her silence was of more importance to me than her. When we agreed to this, I kissed her as a token sealing the pact. I kissed her forehead. I felt the stirring down there. The dick was still up and hard. When I raised my head after the kiss on the forehead, I saw two lovely eyes starring at me in the eyes. I felt as if she had something to say, which was hard to come out of her. When our eyes met it seemed something had got hold of me. This was the moment I realised my erection had held the fort till now, or rather it had been perfectly held by the fortified walls. Her eyes caught hold my soul something unexpected and strange made me go down bend my head and kiss her eyes, one after the other. I was in a trance so I can never be able to tell which one I kissed first. She closed her eyes and held her breath. I never had the courage to break away. I gave a soft kiss on her nose and then her upper lip. A few more very soft ones on her upper lip and then all of a sudden she leapt up to meet my mouth. That glued us to each other. A little later I felt myself moving. It was not an in and out, out and in game. Something sublime was taking place. How can something so lovely, so elevating and so life giving be called wrong? There were no ahs and ohs, or maybe they were there but all I sensed was a music, an ecstasy or something so delicious and out of this world as they say. I don't know English very well, I think in a different language, dream in a different language and here I am to write it in English, but I think, had I the opportunity to write in my Mother tongue I would have ran short of words to convey the feel I experienced. Nature took its course and the ejaculation ended my ecstasy. I can't say whether she had an orgasm or not, but I think she felt good about the whole affair. After lying there for a little while, we parted she cleaned herself with some tissue papers and put on her dress. She walked to the door, unlocked it, without turning around she opened it and got out. As she turned to close the door she just said 'SHUKRIYA', a single word of Urdu meaning Thank You. I heard her turn the key and the door was locked. I flushed away those tissue papers and sprayed deodorant in all directions in the room to cover the aroma of our lovemaking. Never did I want to leave any evidence behind that could create questions. I drove to Islamabad and brought the guests home. I remained mum through out the marriage functions. Everybody thought that it was the fatigue that had silenced me. I met that lady many times after that night but in a very formal and dignified manner. Never did the idea of approaching her again ever occur to me. I always took it as my duty to carry our secret to the grave. This story is true but for the proper nouns. Whenever I hear someone thanking other mortal I feel the words never as truly coming from the heart as the ones I was lucky to hear. Thank You, Archie Knox I got the idea from Archie Knox. * * * Amanda At twenty two, she's blonde and beautiful. Her skin is flawless, her breasts firm, high, and round (even when she's on her hands and knees, with my cock deep in her firm, tight ass). Her waist is narrow, like her hips, and her legs are long. She's smooth all over, from head to toe, except for her goldilocks, that is, which are long and straight. When I fuck her, she rocks back and forth, biting her lower lip and occasionally opening her mouth to gasp or moan. My cock slides easily in and out of her anus, vanishing and reappearing between her buttocks, as my groin advances and retreats, her derriere flattening and rebounding at every stroke. Except for her silver hoop earrings, she wears nothing at all, and I love to watch her boobs as she rocks; they never sway or droop, nor do they jiggle or bounce. They're man-made, so they defy gravity. However, as I fuck her and she rocks or turns her head, her long hair, brushed aside, to the left, sways back and forth, creating the illusion that her knockers also move. Amanda is one of my favorites, and deservedly so. Rebecca She goes by Becky, and her straight hair is black. She wears half a dozen thin silver bracelets, a diamond-encrusted armband, and nothing else. She rests her upper body upon her left shoulder and her right hand upon her right knee as, kneeling upon the mattress, she gasps and moans--they all gasp and moan when I put my twelve inches of thick, hard cock up their asses!--but my attention remains, for the most part, upon her lovely, broad ass. As I drive forward, my prick shoving deep inside her rectum, and my groin collides with her buttocks, her hips actually rise, and she snarls soundlessly, reacting to each and every one of my many, many thrusts into her magnificent derriere. I could watch myself fucking eighteen-year-old Becky all day, except that there is no need to do so, not when there are so many others upon whom to feats my eyes. Lucy Tall and thin, nineteen-year-old Lucy is all arms and legs, with small breasts and a firm, compact ass. She wears her straight hair long; it's brown, with streaks of blonde. Besides the golden armband on her right biceps, she wears nothing else. She lies upon her tummy, her legs parted behind her, to admit me, and her arms are bent at the elbows, the right stretched out to her side, the left angled forward, alongside the striped pillow under the left side of her face. As I fuck her, my thrusting loins shove her hips forward, her back down, and her tits into the back of her upper left arm. Her head lifts and turns, so she can see me, behind and above her, and she whispers something I can't quite hear--sweet nothings, no doubt--between bites to her lower lip and the inevitable gasps and moans she, like all the others, makes. Jenny Her name is Jennifer, but she prefers Jenny. Twenty-something, she is black and beautiful, with big, buoyant breasts that jut insistently--demandingly, even--from her chest. She's wearing a soft-pink dress that she's tugged off her shoulders and down, below her boobs. The garment is slit high on either side of her gargantuan cock and balls, and the dark meat of her manhood contrasts sharply with the satin-smooth strips of fabric that her dress becomes below the waist, cut, as it is, into fluted strips. I love the way her erect cock bounces up and down, like a diving board, and, when she points it directly at me, I don't know whether to take it into my mouth or bend over so she can shove her monster member up my ass. It's as fun to be fucked by Jenny as it is to fuck her. How could it be anything else, when she's armed, so to speak, with a cock as large as my own? Marcy A mulatto, Marcy has smooth skin the color of light milk chocolate. Her body is well-toned, without being muscular, and her thighs, like her tummy and arms, are firm and sleek. She has brown hair, streaked with blonde; her eyes are the same brown as her nipples and areolas, like creamy chocolate; and her lips are sensuously full. Overall, she has a slender, but athletic, physique, like a well-conditioned female tennis player, and, at twenty-three, she has the stamina to go with it. She's an exhausting fuck, but exhausting in a fantastic way. Her right leg, bent at the knee, is upon the sofa, its outer thigh and calf supported by the back of the divan, and her left leg is bent alongside the front of the couch, her toes resting on the carpeted floor. Leaning forward, with her elbows resting upon the right arm of the sofa, she moans, groans, and gasps, as I plunge my foot-long cock back and forth inside her anus, as intent herself upon being fucked as I am intent upon fucking her. Karen I don't see much of Karen, because she's shown in an extreme close up. That's all right though, because I'd know her ass anywhere. At first, just her anus shows, impaled by my pumping cock, and the red line that runs along her perineum, from her skewered asshole, toward her scrotum. The circle of her anus indents, as my cock shoves forward, and reappears for a moment, clinging, as it were, to my member, as my cock withdraws. Eventually, her scrotum appears, a small, tight, bunched pouch inside which her testicles have long since atrophied, shrunk by the female hormones she takes, and her fingertips grasp her diminutive cock, the forefinger and third finger on the underside of the short, slender shaft and her thumb topside. She bounces her little cock up and down upon her tiny testicles, masturbating fiercely, before pausing to lift her hips and roll upward, so that my massive member withdraws completely from inside her, and her reamed anus appears, cored, round and wide, by my manhood. Billie and Dana Billie's African-American (well, African-American and Caucasian), and Dana's white. Billie wears her hair short, pulled back in a tight ponytail. The kink is there, in short bangs, but her hair is straight at the temples. Her ears are tiny and well shaped, with clear ridges and indentations, and the huge white plastic hoop earrings she wears make them appear even smaller and more delicate than they actually are. Her black heritage has given her smooth skin of a light milk chocolate hue, and her white ancestry has given her the fine, sharp, clear features that help to make Caucasian women so lovely and glamorous. In having one black and one white parent, Billie has been fortunate enough to acquire the best traits of each race. As a result, she is elegant and ladylike, even with her lips pursed around my cock and her cheeks sunken with her sucking. Dana's pale penis, erect and slender, impales my own buttocks. It is shoved deep, allowing but a glimpse of the shaft above her contracted scrotum, and my body--well, the spread thighs, the rippled belly, and the bottom of my chiseled chest, anyway--otherwise obscures her completely, but Dana is every bit as lovely a lady--or ladyboy--as Billie, and it's a pleasure to have these two trannies double up on me, as you might imagine! The sight of the two cocks--Dana's in my ass and my own in Billie's mouth--is exciting as hell; it looks almost as if the two are one, the prick invading my bowels the same one that rises from my own groin, as if the cock up my ass has ruptured my belly, allowing Billie a fleshly lollipop. As I bounce up and down atop Dana's prick, Billie's head, lying in the crook between my hip and thigh, bounces up and down and jiggles slightly, left and right, adding to the joys that her cock sucking provides, and the small chocolate nipples of her petite breasts show in the space between my lower thigh and the back of my calf. Sue A classic blond beauty with pale skin, twenty-six-year-old Sue positions herself on her elbows and palms, smiling as I slam it to her from behind. Her fingers are flat on the mattress, but her hands are arched in the manner peculiar to women and impossible for men. My twelve inches vanishes between the smooth, arched cushions of her buttocks, which bounce ever so slightly as they receive the force of my cock, thrusting into her snug asshole. Always the trooper, she urges me on, her smiles occasionally giving way to laughter, as she bids me to give it to her faster and harder and deeper. Melissa Another statuesque blonde, long and lean, Melissa, at thirty, is all frowns as I shove my cock in and out of her speared anus, the rock-solid column of my cock sliding and gliding easily between her arched buttocks. She kneels on the couch, facing its back, legs spread wide, so that I might stand between them, and, left hand spread beside her, on the cushion next to that upon which she kneels, and right forearm laid along the back of the couch, she alternately grits her teeth and gasps, her brow furrowed with discomfort or, perhaps, pain, as she struggles to take the monster member that I cram and slam into her tiny anal opening. I lift my right leg, placing its foot flat on the couch, beside Melissa, so I can plunge even more deeply into her depths and, balancing myself by holding her hip, I shove my cock all the way into her bottom, until my balls are crushed against the firm, yet yielding, smooth flesh of her ass cheeks, and Melissa cries out, a tear meandering down her lovely, contorted face. Bambi and Nicole She's dark chocolate loveliness, a little plump, but beautiful, with long black, wavy hair, a firm back, a round, compact bottom, thick thighs, toned arms, and perfect tits. Her ass jiggles and bounces like gelatin as I drive my manhood vigorously into her bottom. She isn't passive, the way some lovers tend to be; she's a full partner, counterthrusting to meet my thrusts. She shoves her whole body back, hard, taking my cock deep into her tight anal embrace, rocking on her hands and knees. Meanwhile, lying on her back, her mouth below Bambi's right breast, Nicole, her complexion the same lovely milk chocolate as Bambi's own, nuzzles, licks, and nurses at the nipple of Bambi's bouncing, swaying, jiggling tit. So intent am I upon watching myself fuck Bambi that it's not until a full minute into the action that I observe Nicole, although she's been there all along, of course, doing her part to make our threesome as rewarding for Bambi (and herself) as Bambi makes our group session pleasurable for me. Tina Although she just turned eighteen, Tina solos better than anyone I've ever had the pleasure to observe. A black and Asian mix, she has a lovely olive complexion tinged with tan; high cheekbones; a slightly wide nose with flaring nostrils; sensuous lips (painted hot orange-pink); and wide, almond-shaped, anime-style eyes with thick, luxurious lashes. Her hair is long, straight, black, and lustrous. Her breasts are perfect, like scoops of caramel-colored ice cream, smooth and rich, with chocolate chips instead of cherries for nipples. She is slender, with a girlish figure and narrow hips. Her fingernails are the same hot orange-pink as her lips, and they look wonderful at the ends of the fingers she curls into a tight fist around the shaft of her slender, eight-inch-long cock, letting her hand slide up and glide back down the length of this splendid, smooth stalk of flesh as she masturbates, lifting her head from her pillow to gaze at me as she licks the tip of her moist, pink tongue around the "O" of her open lips. Semen erupts from her slim penis, an explosion of pearls as white as her teeth and the immaculate sheet stretched tight over the mattress upon which she writhes. Sophie What I like most about Sophie is that she looks hot and bothered as she masturbates, running her hands up her ribs and over her breasts, clutching her erect cock as she tosses an arm over and behind her head, ruffling her hair, cupping first one boob and then the other, stroking her hip while she tugs at her prick, and reaching between her thighs to squeeze her balls, all the while opening and closing her mouth, as though she's a dying fish, and rolling her big brown eyes. At nineteen, she may be young, but she's far from innocent, and her every move shows just how experienced she is at pleasuring herself. Carol At thirty two, Carol is no longer a youngster, but she still looks good. A brunette, she's kept herself trim and fit, and her big breasts with their pink-brown nipples make her look every inch the woman--until one spies her thick, hard cock. At nine inches, its massive (though not as massive as my own), and it looks good erect, but unused, as she lies on her back, her hips tilted upward and forward, and her legs spread wide, with my cock shoved through her anus as I hold the back of her right thigh, just below the knee, bouncing my hips to drive my prick back and forth inside her skewered buttocks. In the throes of passion, she frowns, grits her teeth, and grasps her erection, pounding it hard in her hand, as I pound her hard from behind, driving my prick as hard, as fast, and as furiously as I can into the depths of her penetrated ass. Alice Kneeling, she nevertheless manages to half-lie, upon her belly, with her arms bent at her sides and her fists tightly clutching the sheet on the bed, above her head, her right breast, perfect in its firm, sleek roundness, visible below her right armpit. Her ass is elevated, and her cock and balls hang, dangling between her spread thighs. I crouch above and behind her, my ass jutting sharply above and behind her own, and my cock pierces her bottom, sliding deeply into her rectum. As I bounce on the mattress, which sags and recoils beneath my feet, my manhood advances and retreats, and Alice cries out, her hands leaving the mattress to perch, like birds, upon the summits of her curved buttocks. The bed continues to jostle and dip underfoot as I fuck her harder, deeper, and faster, her twenty-two-year-old bottom as smooth as any anal virgin's buttocks I've ever had the privilege to fuck. Gail At eighteen, she is still young enough to look boyish, and she does. She has no tits, but her areolas are wide and puffy, and her nipples are erect. She is slender, but her abdomen is straight, without indentation, curves, or definition of any kind. Her hips are thin, and her thighs, although firm, are slim. Her back is arched considerably as she straddles me, supporting herself upon hands that are hidden behind her widespread thighs and my own legs. My own gigantic cock is planted well up her tiny bottom. Her anus is snug, but I manage easily, even lying flat on my back, to pump my prick through the tight muscle, thrusting hard, fast, and deep. Gail's own cock, which is quite respectably large and thick, although it does not begin to rival my own, waves and bobs as my prick rams and slams her ass, looking absurd but, at the same time, also sexy. Betty and Toni The glass dildo, inserted into Betty's ass, dilates her anus into a perfect black circle. Her thighs are spread, showing, past her taut, flat belly, the round mounds of her man-made tits and her beautiful, womanly face, framed by long, dark hair. Only Toni's head can be seen, and part of her right shoulder and upper arm, which are draped over Betty's left thigh, as the blonde sucks the dark-haired woman's stubby, fat cock, her parted lips plunging down the whole length of Betty's swollen shaft, in a single gulp, before retreating back up the column of flesh and plunge, yet again, down the length of the bloated organ. Toni pauses, at the summit of her upstroke, and her fingertips, bearing long and sculpted nails, appear, between her own mouth and Betty's balls, to grip the shaft of her lover's semi-soft, semi-hard prick and hold it firmly in place (for it seems inclined to droop). Toni resumes her sucking of her girlfriend's cock, and, as she ministers to the half-turgid member, the tops of her own breasts show, their cleavage as white and sleek as marble poured down a slope of contour both full and gentle. Trish and Marlene Trish is blonde, Marlene brunette. The latter kneels on the edge of a yellow couch, facing the wall. Her hands grip the top of the couch's back, and she leans forward, her tits suspended beneath her. The former, kneeling behind her, between Marlene's wide-spread legs, grips the dark-haired party's right shoulder with her left hand and places her right hand upon her own right hip. She rocks her hips back and forth, with speed and force, pulling and shoving her cock between Marlene's broad, creamy buttocks, back and forth inside the tight, but stretched, anus within. The brunette is rocked forward by the impact of Trish's groin, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact. She compresses her lips, taking her girlfriend's cock without complaint. To gain greater traction, Trish grips Marlene's hips in her hands, increasing the tempo and the vigor of her thrusts. Marlene rolls her hips, counterthrusting, to signify her approval. Peggy My hand grips my cock, directing it into its target, twenty-one-year-old Peggy's tight, tiny anal opening; my twelve inches of rock-hard cock slides easily into the tight, well-lubricated aperture, and I fuck her hard, ramming my prick through her impaled anus and deep into her bowels. Her ass, shaped like a Valentine's heart, bounces beneath me, the sac of her scrotum between the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Once, as I pound her, Peggy loses her balance, and her foot, still wearing a high-heeled shoe, flashes up, then down. She manages to maintain her balance, even with me slamming my cock home again and again, with increasing force and rapidity, and I continue to hammer her, my cock a blur between her round, sleek cheeks. Ursula She has short fingernails, which makes her hands look vaguely masculine, despite her slender fingers, as she splays her digits over the cheeks of her speared bottom. My cock is inserted between her buttocks, and up, inside her asshole. She leans forward, her knees bent, and I ram my prick deeper into her bottom. I withdraw until part of the pink, gumdrop-shaped glans shows, then plunge home again, deep into her derriere. Normally, by now, the tip if my prick would be a ripe plum color, and my dick would be red rather than pink, so the pink glans and cock tell me that I am not yet fully erect, although my penis is stiff and swollen enough to fool one who is inexperienced enough in sexual matters to lack understanding concerning the significance of such hues in determining one's level of sexual passion. Again and again, slowly and steadily, I withdraw my cock, an inch at a time coming into view between Ursula's ass cheeks, until only the tip of my massive member remains lodged inside her ass. Then, I shove the entire length back inside, in one, continuous thrust, crushing my balls against the soft cushions of her twenty-three-year-old backside. Rachel Dark-haired Rachel, age twenty, wears long, dangling earrings, makeup, and nothing else. She tries to look nonchalant as she bends over, her elbows upon the seat of an upholstered barstool, the sides of the back of which she holds, to steady herself, and she largely succeeds: her expression is casual, except for her occasional wincing and her sometimes-furrowed brow. The cavalier, if not indifferent, attitude she expresses is amusing, given the presence of my gargantuan cock between the cheeks of her arched buttocks. I move with deliberation, each thrust timed and measured, fucking her with leisurely regularity. There is no need to hurry, for, despite her studied apathy, she is mine to fuck, fast or slow and as gently or as roughly as I like, whenever and as often as I please. Leah Lying upon the black leather couch, she is rolled half onto her side, her right leg cocked over her right breast, her left leg bent so that its calf rests alongside my right hip, her right arm lying along her right side, and her left arm grasping her rigid cock to pump it as I ram her ass with my monster prick. Her balls have positioned themselves at either side of her scrotum, I see, when she removes her hand from her cock, as she does on occasion, pausing in her masturbatory manipulations of her own member to feel and relish my sexual assault upon her bowels. I shove hard into her buttocks, plunging my cock deep into her rectum. She looks from me to her cock and, once, as I pound her, she smiles at me, as beautiful and sexy as only a twenty year old with a cock up her ass can be. Thank You, Archie Knox: Gay Version I got the idea from Archie Knox. * * * Aaron At twenty two, he's blonde and beautiful. His skin is flawless, his pecs firm, his waist narrow, like his hips, and his legs long. He's smooth all over, from head to toe, except for his goldilocks, that is, which are long and straight. When I fuck him, he rocks back and forth, biting his lower lip and occasionally opening his mouth to gasp or moan. My cock slides easily in and out of his anus, vanishing and reappearing between his buttocks, as my groin advances and retreats, his derriere flattening and rebounding at every stroke. Aaron is one of my favorites, and deservedly so. Bruce His straight hair is black. He wears half a dozen thin silver bracelets, a diamond-encrusted armband, and nothing else. He rests his upper body upon his left shoulder and his right hand upon his right knee, as, kneeling upon the mattress, he gasps and moans--they all gasp and moan when I put my twelve inches of thick, hard cock up their asses!--but my attention remains, for the most part, upon his lovely, compact ass. As I drive forward, my prick shoving deep inside his rectum, and my groin collides with his buttocks, his hips actually rise, and he snarls soundlessly, reacting to each and every one of my many, many thrusts into his magnificent derriere. I could watch myself fucking eighteen-year-old Bruce all day, except that there is no need to do so, not when there are so many others upon whom to feast my eyes. Cal Tall and thin, nineteen-year-old Cal is all arms and legs, with a firm, compact ass. He wears his straight hair long; it's brown, with streaks of blonde. Besides the golden armband on his right biceps, he wears nothing else. He lies upon his tummy, his legs parted to admit me, and his arms are bent at the elbows, the right stretched out to his side, the left angled forward, alongside the striped pillow under the left side of his face. As I fuck him, my thrusting loins shove his hips forward and his back down; he lifts his head and turns, so he can see me, behind and above him, and he whispers something I can't quite hear--sweet nothings, no doubt--between bites to his lower lip and the inevitable gasps and moans that he, like all the others, makes. Danny His name is Daniel, but he prefers Danny. Twenty-something, he is black and beautiful, with a big, buoyant cock and balls that jut insistently--demandingly, even--from his kinky pubes, and the dark meat of his manhood contrasts sharply with my satin-smooth, white flesh as I pummel his ass, driving my Caucasian cock deep, hard, and fast through his African-American asshole and deep into his chocolate ass. I love the way his erect cock bounces up and down, like a diving board, and, when he points it directly at me, I don't know whether to take it into my mouth or bend over so he can shove his monster member up my own ass. It's as fun to be fucked by Danny as it is to fuck him. How could it be anything else, when he's armed, so to speak, with a cock that is nearly as large as my own? Ed A mulatto, Ed has smooth skin the color of light milk chocolate. His body is well-toned, without being muscular, and his thighs, like his tummy and arms, are firm and sleek. He has brown hair, streaked with blonde; his eyes are the same brown as his nipples and areolas, like creamy chocolate; and his lips are sensuously full. Overall, he has a slender, but athletic, physique, like a well-conditioned tennis player, and, at twenty-three, he has the stamina to go with it. He's an exhausting fuck, but exhausting in a fantastic way. His right leg, bent at the knee, is upon the sofa, its outer thigh and calf supported by the back of the divan, and his left leg is bent alongside the front of the couch, his toes resting on the carpeted floor. Leaning forward, with his elbows resting upon the right arm of the sofa, he moans, groans, and gasps, as I plunge my foot-long cock back and forth inside his anus, as intent himself upon being fucked as I am intent upon fucking him. Frank I don't see much of Frank, because he's shown in an extreme close up. That's all right, though, because I'd know his ass anywhere. At first, just his anus shows, impaled by my pumping cock, and the red line that runs along his perineum, from his skewered asshole, toward his scrotum. The circle of his anus indents, as my cock shoves forward, and reappears for a moment, clinging, as it were, to my member, as my cock withdraws. Eventually, his scrotum appears, a small, tight, bunched pouch inside which his testicles bounce and sway as he takes my prick in his ass, and he grasps his own manly cock, bouncing his penis up and down upon his testicles and masturbating fiercely, before pausing to lift his hips and roll upward, so that my massive member withdraws completely from inside him, and his reamed anus appears, cored, round and wide, by my manhood. Gary and Hank Hank's African-American (well, African-American and Caucasian), and Gary's lily white. Hank wears his hair short, pulled back in a tight ponytail. The kink is there, in short bangs, but his hair is straight at the temples. His ears are tiny and well shaped, with clear ridges and indentations. His black heritage has given his smooth skin a light milk-chocolate hue, and his white ancestry has given him the fine, sharp, clear features that help to make Caucasian men so handsome and glamorous. In having one black and one white parent, Hank has been fortunate enough to acquire the best traits of each race. As a result, he is handsome as hell, even with his lips pursed around my cock and his cheeks sunken with his sucking. Gary's pale penis, erect and slender, impales my own buttocks. It is shoved deep, allowing but a glimpse of the shaft above his contracted scrotum, and my body--well, the spread thighs, the rippled belly, and the bottom of my chiseled chest, anyway--otherwise obscures his completely, but Gary is every bit as handsome as Hank, and it's a pleasure to have these two studs double up on me, as you might imagine! The sight of two cocks--Gary's in my ass and my own prick in Hank's mouth--is exciting as hell; it looks almost as if the two are one, the prick invading my bowels the same one that rises from my own groin, as if the cock up my ass has ruptured my belly, allowing Hank a fleshly lollipop. As I bounce up and down atop Gary's prick, Hank's head, lying in the crook between my hip and thigh, bounces up and down and jiggles slightly, left and right, adding to the joys that his cock sucking provides, and the small chocolate nipples of his pecs show in the space between my lower thigh and the back of my calf. Indio A classic blond beauty with pale skin, twenty-six-year-old Indio positions himself on his elbows and palms, smiling as I slam it to him from behind. My twelve inches vanishes between the smooth, arched cushions of his buttocks, which bounce ever so slightly as they receive the force of my cock, thrusting into his snug asshole. Always the trooper, he urges me on, his smiles occasionally giving way to laughter, as he bids me to give it to him faster and harder and deeper. Joe Another tall blonde, long and lean, Joe, at thirty, is all frowns as I shove my cock in and out of his speared anus, the rock-solid column of my cock sliding and gliding easily between his arched buttocks. He kneels on the couch, facing its back, legs spread wide, so that I might stand between them, and, left hand spread beside him, on the cushion next to that upon which he kneels, and right forearm laid along the back of the couch, he alternately grits his teeth and gasps, his brow furrowed with discomfort or, perhaps, pain, as he struggles to take the monster member that I cram and slam into his tiny anal opening. I lift my right leg, placing its foot flat on the couch, beside Joe, so I can plunge even more deeply into his depths and, balancing myself by holding his hip, I shove my cock all the way into his bottom, until my balls are crushed against the firm, yet yielding, smooth flesh of his ass cheeks, and Joe cries out, a tear meandering down his handsome, contorted face. Kevin and Lloyd He's dark chocolate loveliness, a little plump, but beautiful, with long black, wavy hair, a firm back, a round, compact bottom, thick thighs, toned arms, and perfect pecs. His ass jiggles and bounces like gelatin as I drive my manhood vigorously into his bottom. He isn't passive, the way some lovers tend to be; he's a full partner, counterthrusting to meet my thrusts. He shoves his whole body back, hard, taking my cock deep into his tight anal embrace, and rocking on his hands and knees. Meanwhile, lying on his back, Lloyd, his complexion the same lovely milk chocolate as Kevin's own, nuzzles, licks, and nurses at the nipple of Kevin's jiggling pec. So intent am I upon watching myself fuck Kevin that it's not until a full minute into the action that I observe Lloyd, although he's been there all along, of course, doing his part to make our threesome as rewarding for Kevin (and himself) as Kevin makes our group session pleasurable for me. Marvin Although he just turned eighteen, Marvin solos better than anyone I've ever had the pleasure to observe. A black--and-Asian mix, he has a lovely olive complexion tinged with tan; high cheekbones; a slightly wide nose with flaring nostrils; sensuous lips, and wide, almond-shaped, anime-style eyes with thick, luxurious lashes. His hair is long, straight, black, and lustrous. He is slender, with a boyish figure and narrow hips. He curls his fingers into a tight fist around the shaft of his slender, eight-inch-long cock, letting his hand slide up and glide back down the length of his splendid, smooth stalk of flesh as he masturbates, lifting his head from his pillow to gaze at me as he licks the tip of his moist, pink tongue around the "O" of his open lips. Semen erupts from his slim penis, an explosion of pearls as white as his teeth and the immaculate sheet stretched tight over the mattress upon which he writhes. Nathan What I like most about Nathan is that he looks hot and bothered as he masturbates, running his hands up his ribs as he clutches his erect cock; tossing an arm over and behind his head, ruffling his hair; stroking his hip while he tugs at his prick; and reaching between his thighs to squeeze his balls, all the while opening and closing his mouth, as though he's a dying fish, and rolling his big brown eyes. At nineteen, he may be young, but he's far from innocent, and his every move shows just how experienced he is at pleasuring himself. Oscar At thirty two, Oscar is no longer a youngster, but he still looks good. A brunette, he's kept himself trim and fit. His nine-inch cock is truly massive (although not as massive as my own), and it looks good erect, but unused, as he lies on his back, his hips tilted upward and forward and his legs spread wide, with my cock shoved through his anus, as I hold the back of his right thigh, just below the knee, bouncing my hips to drive my prick back and forth inside his skewered buttocks. In the throes of passion, he frowns, grits his teeth, and grasps his erection, pounding it hard in his hand, as I pound him hard from behind, driving my prick as hard, as fast, and as furiously as I can into the depths of his penetrated ass. Patrick Kneeling, he nevertheless manages to half-lie, upon his belly, with his arms bent at his sides and his fists tightly clutching the sheet on the bed, above his head. His ass is elevated, and his cock and balls hang, dangling between his spread thighs. I crouch above and behind him, my ass jutting sharply above and behind his own, and my cock pierces his bottom, sliding deeply into his rectum. As I bounce on the mattress, which sags and recoils beneath my feet, my manhood advances and retreats, and Patrick cries out, his hands leaving the mattress to perch, like birds, upon the summits of his curved buttocks. The bed continues to jostle and dip underfoot as I fuck him harder, deeper, and faster, his twenty-two-year-old bottom as smooth as any anal virgin's buttocks I've ever had the privilege to fuck. Quentin At eighteen, he is still young enough to look boyish, and he does. He is slender, and his abdomen is straight, without indentation or definition of any kind. His hips are thin, and his thighs, although firm, are slim. His back arches considerably as he straddles me, supporting himself upon hands that are hidden behind his widespread thighs and my own legs. My own gigantic cock is planted well up his bottom. His anus is snug, but I manage easily, even lying flat on my back, to pump my prick through the tight muscle, thrusting hard, fast, and deep. Quentin's own cock, which is quite respectably large and thick, although it does not begin to rival my own, waves and bobs as my prick rams and slams his ass. His unused, useless manhood looks absurd but, at the same time, also sexy. Roger and Stan The glass dildo, inserted into Roger's ass, dilates his anus into a perfect black circle. Only Stan's head can be seen, and part of his right shoulder and upper arm, which are draped over Roger's left thigh, as the blonde sucks the dark-haired man's stubby, fat cock, his parted lips plunging down the whole length of Roger's swollen shaft, in a single gulp, before retreating back up the column of flesh to plunge, yet again, down the length of the bloated organ. Stan pauses, at the summit of his upstroke, and his fingertips appear, between his own mouth and Roger's balls, to grip the shaft of his lover's semi-soft, semi-hard prick and hold it firmly in place (for it seems inclined to droop). Stan resumes his sucking of his boyfriend's cock, ministering with devotion to the half-turgid member. Tim and Ulysses Tim is blonde, Ulysses brunette. The latter kneels on the edge of a yellow couch, facing the wall. His hands grip the top of the couch's back, and he leans forward. The former, kneeling behind him, between Ulysses' wide-spread legs, grips the dark-haired party's right shoulder with his left hand and places his right hand upon his own right hip. He rocks his hips back and forth, with speed and force, pulling and shoving his cock between Ulysses' broad, creamy buttocks, back and forth inside the tight, but stretched, anus within. The brunette is rocked forward by the impact of Tim's groin, Ulysses' ass cheeks rippling with each impact. He compresses his lips, taking his boyfriend's cock without complaint. To gain greater traction, Tim grips Ulysses' hips in his hands, increasing the tempo and the vigor of his thrusts. Ulysses rolls his hips, counterthrusting, to signify his approval. Viktor My hand grips my cock, directing it into its target, twenty-one-year-old Viktor's tight, tiny anal opening; my twelve inches of rock-hard cock slides easily into the tight, well-lubricated aperture, and I fuck him hard, ramming my prick through his impaled anus and deep into his bowels. His ass, shaped like a Valentine's heart, bounces beneath me, the sac of his scrotum between the smooth flesh of his inner thighs. Once, as I pound him, Viktor loses his balance, and his foot flashes up, then down. He manages to maintain his balance, even with me slamming my cock home again and again, with increasing force and rapidity, and I continue to hammer him, my cock a blur between his round, sleek cheeks. Walter He has short fingernails, which makes his hands look masculine, despite his slender fingers, as he splays his digits over the cheeks of his speared bottom. My cock is inserted between his buttocks, and up, inside his asshole. He leans forward, his knees bent, and I ram my prick deeper into his bottom. I withdraw until part of the pink, gumdrop-shaped glans shows, then plunge home again, deep into his derriere. Normally, by now, the tip of my prick would be a ripe plum color, and my dick would be red rather than pink, so the pink glans and cock tell me that I am not yet fully erect, although my penis is stiff and swollen enough to fool one who is inexperienced enough in sexual matters to lack understanding concerning the significance of such hues in determining one's level of sexual passion. Again and again, slowly and steadily, I withdraw my cock, an inch at a time coming into view between Walter's ass cheeks, until only the tip of my massive member remains lodged inside his ass. Then, I shove the entire length back inside, in one, continuous thrust, crushing my balls against the cushions of his twenty-three-year-old backside. Xavier Dark-haired Xavier, age twenty, tries to look nonchalant as he bends over, his elbows upon the seat of an upholstered barstool, the sides of the back of which he holds, to steady himself, and he largely succeeds: his expression is casual, except for his occasional wincing and his sometimes-furrowed brow. The cavalier, if not indifferent, attitude he expresses is amusing, given the presence of my gargantuan cock between the cheeks of his arched buttocks. I move with deliberation, each thrust timed and measured, fucking him with leisurely regularity. There is no need to hurry, for, despite his studied apathy, he is mine to fuck, fast or slow and as gently or as roughly as I like, whenever and as often as I please. Yves Lying upon the black leather couch, he is rolled half onto his side, his right leg cocked over the right side of his chiseled chest, his left leg bent so that its calf rests alongside my right hip, his right arm lying along his right side, and his left arm grasping his rigid cock to pump it as I ram his ass with my monster prick. His balls have positioned themselves at either side of his scrotum, I see, when he removes his hand from his cock, as he does on occasion, pausing in his masturbatory manipulations of his own member to feel and relish my sexual assault upon his bowels. I shove hard into his buttocks, plunging my cock deep into his rectum. He looks from me to his cock and, once, as I pound him, he smiles at me, as gorgeous and sexy as only a twenty year old with a cock up his ass can be. Abe Limber as a gymnast, eighteen-year-old Abe lies supine, his shoulders against the back of the black leather couch and his legs pointed upward, past his ribs, to rest upon his shoulders. He smiles and grins (and grunts and groans) as I drive my prick into his pierced anus, repeatedly jabbing my thick, rigid rod of flesh through the circle of his anus, deep into his rectum. His right hand reaches around his thigh and grasps his own erect penis, and he masturbates himself while I fuck him. When he comes, his convulsive, ejaculating cock anoints his pecs with the fecundating fluid of his loins, his semen shining, like molten pearls. Brad Bending his knees, he squats slightly as he stands before the marble balustrade, leaning his forearms across the ledge-like rail and holding onto its far edge. The twenty-eight-year-old blonde is naked, and his ass is firm and round, with a deep cleavage between the cheeks. I am behind him, slightly bent at the waist, my cock between his buttocks. I reach around him, resting my hands upon the near side of the rail, and thrust my prick vigorously through his anus, pulling it back and ramming it forward again and again, faster and harder. Brad grunts. He groans. He gasps. He moans. Below us is the grassy lawn; before us, a pine tree, taller than the balcony we stand upon; to our right, lampposts and railings. The air is cool, and there's a breeze. Brad has gooseflesh, and his nipples are stiff, but his rectum is warm. I pound him hard. Carl He rises, swinging his right leg around as he stands, and I see the oval package of his scrotum and a hint of his small, hard balls inside the tight, risen pouch. His hands find the headboard, and he stands half erect, his cock rigid, running parallel to his tummy. His face is indistinct--dark hair, dark eyes, a pair of nostrils in a delicate nose, a hint of sensuous lips. Mostly, from my perspective, behind and slightly below him, Carl is long, smooth thighs; an expanse of white belly; a long, hard cock; and a packed, oval scrotum. He stands all the way up, his left hand stroking his hip and his right buttock, his right hand resting, still, on the top of the headboard, to balance himself, and his legs are foreshortened, like his cock and balls, and his ass is the shape of a Valentine's heart. Even getting in or out of position for a suck or a fuck, Carl is a magnificent specimen of manhood.