1. Addicted to Fist


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 60, Source: xHamster

    part of his thick forearm. &#034Do it, baby,&#034 he groaned. &#034Fuck yourself on my big arm.&#034 &#034Yeah, sir&#034 I moaned in pleasure. &#034I'm fucking loving this,&#034 as I squirmed down his arm toward his elbow. I raised up and plunged myself down hard on it without hesitation. I wanted a rough fuck and this would probably be the last one of the night. &#034Yeahhhhhhhh!&#034 he moaned, thrusting his arm deeper inside me. &#034You like your daddy's big arm deep fucking you, don't you?&#034 &#034Ummmmmmmm yeah ---- keep fucking me, Daddy!&#034 I moaned. I looked up and saw 3 or 4 men standing in the door watching us, jacking their cocks. That turned me on even more as I pressed further down, now past his elbow and on his pumped bicep. We kept at it until one or both of us collapsed. The last thought I remember was him moaning that I was squeezing his shoulder before I passed out. I awoke to the feeling of something still in my ass, fucking me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Jim, his hard dick plunging deeply inside me. As sore as I should have been, I felt only pleasure at this point, deeply loving the feel of his enormous piece of meat fucking me. A few minutes later, he thrust especially hard and shot a hot load of semen deep inside my very loose and sloppy ass. After he got up, I lay there for a few minutes, suddenly remembering all the ways I'd been fucked and fisted the night before. My dick got hard just thinking about it. Moreover, as I fantasized there ...
    in the rented bed, I couldn't help but imagine it was Gus' dick, Gus' fist, Gus' whole goddamned arm plunging deeply inside my insatiable hole. An hour later, I was driving home, still a little high, but mostly just still turned on and hot. The day was gonna be another scorcher and I'd decided not to bother with putting my clothes back on. Yes, it was a risk in case I got pulled over, but I was still turned on, loving the fresh breeze on my bare chest and exposed pubes, breathing deeply from the stink coming from my body, and not ready for all the fun to end. I also knew that what I needed most at this point was some much needed rest. But amazingly, my dick was again getting hard. I was also carrying several packets of crystal, which Jim had sold me at his cost. I didn't know when or where I'd use them, but I knew that somehow, I'd manage to have some fun. I pulled into my driveway and blinked incredulously at the sight of a familiar truck. Gus. Not quite knowing what to expect, and still a little high from the crystal and the acid, I carefully got out of my Jeep Grand Cherokee and walked to the entrance at the back. There, on the deck, was Gus sl**ping on one of the chaise lounges. He was stark naked and his hairy Greek body made me swoon in desire. No k**ding. I actually was swooning. It was already a steamy hot day and his sweat pooled over his huge pecs, making him look like he'd just emerged from the pool. Only I didn't have a pool. I went to my knees and started licking ...
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