1. The Holiday Pt1


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Hardcore, Author: wesley_emerson_1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    with that both men set to talking. Jon learned a few things about Dean: he was single, here on business and liked beer and sex; it did not matter with whom. Jon spoke about his wife and his job. Dean plied him with a few more beers and Jon became more open. Dean asked open questions about Jon's sex life, who answered immediately, and Jon responded with his own questions. By this point, Dean had shuffled around to the seat immediately to Jon's left and was consistently staring at the growing bulge in Jon's shorts. Suddenly Dean laughed heartily, as though jon had told him a hilarious story, he slapped Jon's knee a couple of times and left it there. A cunning deception, Jon noted. He made no attempt to move Dean's hand, however, and Dean squeezed lightly to acknowledge this. As he carried on talking quietly, Dean moved his hand slowly and let it lie on Jon's crotch. He noted Jon's firm length under his shorts and squeezed gently. Jon sighed automatically and nodded as Dean whispered &#034do you like to feel a big hand on your cock? Do you want to feel a warm mouth around it?&#034 Jon nodded his assent and looked Dean in the face, taking another large glug of beer. Clearly, the effect that Dean desired was taking hold and Jon threw caution to the wind. &#034325&#034 Dean said, rather abruptly, and left Jon with his hard-on and his thoughts. &#034what the hell am I doing?&#034 Jon considered. &#034A beautiful wife outside, whenever I want her, and seduced by this tall, tanned ...
    stranger. And a GUY!&#034 Jon had often thought over his life what it would be like with another guy, but he'd never had the balls to do it. He was scared of the effect, what would happen if he tried. And here he was, contemplating receiving a blowjob from this complete stranger &#034Dean&#034. It was at that point that Jon realised 325 was a room number. Before he knew it, he found himself on his feet and walking to the elevator. 3rd floor. Trembling hands. The elevator pinged and Jon made his way down the corridor, the route that the arrows pointed. He came across 325, emblazoned in gold lettering, and felt his stomach lurching. With the uncontrollable shaking of adrenaline coursing through his body he raised his hand and knocked uncertainly, then aggressively. The door opened and Jon walked inside the dimly lit room. As soon as he was through, the door slammed shut and Jon felt two large hands pin his shoulders to the wall, and stubbled lips firmly press against his. He felt this man's tongue invade his lips and part his teeth, probing his mouth and retreating back to its owner. Jon reciprocated. Without a word, those rough, calloused hands made their way down Jon's body, groping through his chest hair and unbuttoned his shorts. They fell to the floor, leaving Jon in just his boxer shorts and flip flops. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, begging for release, a dark spot of moisture had formed at the material at the tip of his member. Dean's hands stroked ...
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