It was such a turn on to soap each other all over, he was also a great kisser ( that’s a must for me in guy on guy situations) and our tongues explo...ed each other’s mouths. Eventually he asked me me if we wanted to go somewhere more private, so we headed upstairs to one of the private rooms.Once in the room we started kissing and rubbing each other’s naked body, I loved the feel of his fully shaved cock and balls, something about a freshly showered body that is great. As we nuzzled each other’s. Fir wapis aakar bhi maine uska haath thighs se touch karwaya and wapis nahin rakha. And fir maine dekha mere let te hi usne apna haath upar rakh liya. Mujhe samaj aa gaya tha ki woh jaan boojh kar mujhe touch karne ke liye aisa karta hai. Yeh soch kar mujhe maza bhi aa raha tha and ajeeb bhi lag raha tha. Fir aisa roz hone laga. Ab mere bhai ki mere se ladai honi khatam ho gayi. Mujhe ice cream chahiye to icecream milti, kapde to kapde. Mein kahoon goomne chalo to goomne chalo and hamari bahar. Get out a notepad and get ready to take notes on the most interesting character you’ve ever come up with - yourself.Long or Short?As sick as I am of hearing every story describe the male protagonist’s penis in vivid detail somewhere in the first three or so paragraphs, I have to concede that size matters. The size of one’s story is very telling about the writer. I will say this gingerly and hesitantly - longer stories seem to do better on a whole. I can’t think of a single well-known writer on. She even looks a little familiar.Jim thought, 'I think I'm falling in love. Wait! What the hell am I thinking? Who is she? What's she doing in my bedroom? What happened to my bedroom? What happened to me?'He continued watching her. She walked around the bedroom, still naked. Finally she walked out of the bedroom into the living room. Jim could no longer see her. He glanced at her chest of drawers, and there was a wad of money on it. He looked over at his chest of drawers, and there was the same.