1. Swillin’ down your own.

  2. Spit Sluts.

  3. eitlel:

    STUFFED

  4. slutslave:

    Makes me remember the days when I actually did suck off my teacher

  5. Hot little slut Jake Lyons playing with his piss pig daddy.

  6. Hot little oversexed cum slut swallowing multiple loads. Very hot! I love how most are outdoors at what appears to be one of those all-gay/clothing-optional resorts in Key West or Fort Lauderdale… this is what I want to happen on my next vacation to one of them.

    hotgayvideos:

    Swallowing lots of loads

  7. sniffmyanus:

    A 3-way snowball PIG session where cum is shot into mouth, and then swapped back and forth through multiple spit-and-kiss combinations. This pattern (shoot, spit, kiss) is repeated with guy #2, and so on. (Captioned for the hearing impaired

  8. drakestories:

These kind of places usually skeeved me out. A clothing-option gay resort in Palm Springs. Lecherous men at the front desk, guys fucking on lounge chairs, old guys checking me out. I wondered why I came here, I asked myself. I was young, 24, cute with a hot body. I felt a bit like prey on opening day of hunting season.
But I wasn’t happy with things as usual. That’s why I was here. To find myself. To let loose. I’d been dating another guy my age, Tim, a model-looking perfect guy, but my eyes had been wandered too much. I lost interest…
What the hell, I thought. I changed into a tight pair of swim trunks. I was not very tan, but I guess a lot of guys like smooth, pale skin. Particularly for a blond guy like me. I waded into the pool. It was cool enough to make my nipples go erect but it felt good in the warm sun. 
There was another guy in the pool. Late 30s, maybe 40. An inch shorter than me, he was packed with a firm muscular build. Not a taut 20-something jock’s build, no defined six pack or sinewed muscle, but a man’s body. Curly dark body hair. Amazing pecs. 
He wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, and his dick swayed and chubbed out as he waded across the shallow end toward me. 
“You’re new here,” he observed, his eyes sweeping my upper body.
“Yeah. Just got here today.”
“From LA?”
“No. From Chicago. I wanted a break from the winter.” I couldn’t help but take another look at his dick. Full, meaty, hardening. Maybe this trip was exactly what I needed.
“If you don’t mind my saying,” the man replied in a soothing tenor voice. “The guys in Chicago must be crazy to let you out of their sight.”
Flattery goes far with any 24 year old. It went far with me. “Oh yeah?”
“Damn straight. I know I’d be keeping you occupied if I lived there.”
“How, sir?” Maybe the sir was laying it on thick, but the guy smiled and his prick bounced up , finally passing the perpendicular mark.
“Well,” he mused. “I’d take time off work, come over to your place… and I’d keep you well-fucked and happy for five days straight.”
He looked into my eyes in a challenge, to see if I was going to take him up on it. I looked down at his cock. Now erect, it throbbed, greasy from lube - whether that was from fucking someone previously or just Boy Scout preparedness, I don’t know. Whatever, I never felt hotter and more alive than at that moment. 
“I got six days booked here,” I answered. “Think you could keep me occupied?” 
“Why don’t you lose the swim trunks,” he asked… ordered. I peeled them off, my aching hard dick snapping up against my abs. Dude gave a smile of approval and told me to turn around.
I thought he just wanted to admire my backside and my bubble butt, but instead he scooted up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso. His greased dick nudged against my hole, rigid and impatient. 
“Damn, you’re hot to trot,” he growled in my ear as his cock penetrated me. Right there in the swimming pool. with a dozen pairs of eyes on us, watching two strangers mate. 

Another hot mini story from my favorite writer…

    drakestories:

    These kind of places usually skeeved me out. A clothing-option gay resort in Palm Springs. Lecherous men at the front desk, guys fucking on lounge chairs, old guys checking me out. I wondered why I came here, I asked myself. I was young, 24, cute with a hot body. I felt a bit like prey on opening day of hunting season.

    But I wasn’t happy with things as usual. That’s why I was here. To find myself. To let loose. I’d been dating another guy my age, Tim, a model-looking perfect guy, but my eyes had been wandered too much. I lost interest…

    What the hell, I thought. I changed into a tight pair of swim trunks. I was not very tan, but I guess a lot of guys like smooth, pale skin. Particularly for a blond guy like me. I waded into the pool. It was cool enough to make my nipples go erect but it felt good in the warm sun. 

    There was another guy in the pool. Late 30s, maybe 40. An inch shorter than me, he was packed with a firm muscular build. Not a taut 20-something jock’s build, no defined six pack or sinewed muscle, but a man’s body. Curly dark body hair. Amazing pecs. 

    He wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, and his dick swayed and chubbed out as he waded across the shallow end toward me. 

    “You’re new here,” he observed, his eyes sweeping my upper body.

    “Yeah. Just got here today.”

    “From LA?”

    “No. From Chicago. I wanted a break from the winter.” I couldn’t help but take another look at his dick. Full, meaty, hardening. Maybe this trip was exactly what I needed.

    “If you don’t mind my saying,” the man replied in a soothing tenor voice. “The guys in Chicago must be crazy to let you out of their sight.”

    Flattery goes far with any 24 year old. It went far with me. “Oh yeah?”

    “Damn straight. I know I’d be keeping you occupied if I lived there.”

    “How, sir?” Maybe the sir was laying it on thick, but the guy smiled and his prick bounced up , finally passing the perpendicular mark.

    “Well,” he mused. “I’d take time off work, come over to your place… and I’d keep you well-fucked and happy for five days straight.”

    He looked into my eyes in a challenge, to see if I was going to take him up on it. I looked down at his cock. Now erect, it throbbed, greasy from lube - whether that was from fucking someone previously or just Boy Scout preparedness, I don’t know. Whatever, I never felt hotter and more alive than at that moment. 

    “I got six days booked here,” I answered. “Think you could keep me occupied?” 

    “Why don’t you lose the swim trunks,” he asked… ordered. I peeled them off, my aching hard dick snapping up against my abs. Dude gave a smile of approval and told me to turn around.

    I thought he just wanted to admire my backside and my bubble butt, but instead he scooted up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso. His greased dick nudged against my hole, rigid and impatient. 

    “Damn, you’re hot to trot,” he growled in my ear as his cock penetrated me. Right there in the swimming pool. with a dozen pairs of eyes on us, watching two strangers mate. 

    Another hot mini story from my favorite writer…

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