1. Can I Take You To Bed? (Complete)


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Hardcore, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    swallow you. Of course I like to be a tease, and know what I want. Next thing you know, I'm jerking you slowly with one hand, still sucking on the head of your cock and then circling your cute pink butthole with wet and slippery fingertips. I am so tempted to just position myself at that hot little sphincter right now and slowly ebb my way into you, just a little to see how you react. But not now! Not yet! You're a little anxious at first and I can tell. You lose a little hardness as you shift uncomfortably, but as I begin to pay your cock more attention, sucking you back in deeper and with firmer strokes, you almost thrust yourself down my throat and then push your butt seductively against my circling fingertips. You know we have to test those waters. You're literally on your way to screaming at me to fuck you. But I don't want to fuck you. I want to get to know you better, to feel a bigger connection, to gain your trust. Sooner or later, I am going to make love to you, just to torture your soul and bring out your true nature. I am going to make love to you and I am going to make you mine... But for tonight, let's just get to know each other a little better. You've still yet to spunk down my throat and taste yourself on my lips!Part 2 The next week passes by at such an excruciatingly slow pace. All I can think about is that night we shared and how I left you wide-eyed and breathless. For a few days you're also speechless but I let that ride. It's a shock to the system, I ...
    get it. But there's no denying that you got what you wanted! I keep getting flashbacks to the moment you exploded in my mouth holding my face in your hands as you moaned out loud in the throes of pleasure. And how I sucked the come right out of you, swallowing every drop. You were delicious, and well, you seemed to think so too as you proceeded to taste yourself on my tongue afterwards. We text back and forth by day in work and by night the odd text or inbox message and then as the weekend approaches it occurs to me that you will be back for more. If not, well maybe I can just tempt you over and over again until you cave in. Gradually those messages lead to a phone call when I manage to get you all alone and I can't help myself. I do love a good buildup. 'So tell me,' I begin so boldly, 'most men looking to explore would have just wanted to blow and go. You really got into it and you really enjoyed it. Would it be something you'd want to explore further?' 'I'm definitely open to it in future,' you decide. 'If it's anywhere near as hot as it was the other night.' 'So what are you doing this weekend?' 'I have no plans. You?' you ask innocently enough. 'How about a drink? I know a good quiet place. Dark and exclusive!' Like yourself. Friday evening rolls around and I meet you at the bar inside the Neon Lighthouse. It's a small bar with a fifties art deco style right out of a film noir. Horizontal blinds on the windows, lit mostly by candles and streetlight. All it's missing is the ...
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