What else' ' I want to flog her so bad that her ass becomes a nice purple color. Purple is my favorite color, you know.' 'I do. OK, we'll do that but ... want something to stretch her asshole in the mean time.' 'yes, yes, I definitely like that. Mm. I wanna feel her juicy pussy on my cock. Her titties shaking while she fucks it.' 'brother stop with the fantasies now. We have plenty of time to use that filthy little slave.' The room I am in is twilight. I am naked. My ass is up in the air, while I. . "Now," She breathlessly whispered, "Fight." We surged forward and collided in an oiled tangle of arms and legs. One instant we were apart and the next, our bodies were wrapped and grappling in a hot coil of determination and muscle. I closed my eyes, ground my body into his, felt his hot breath in my ear. A spasm of desire ripped through me – a desire to fight him to the last ounce of my strength, never to part from his rough embrace until I had mastered him. My desire for combat was a sexual. My name is Arun and I am 34 yrs old now. My first gay experience happened when I was 19.I stayed in hostels all my life but never had any gay experiences until I was in my 1st year of engineering. It was a dorm type hostel within the campus where there were 25 rooms and only 5 bathrooms at the end of the corridor. Each room housed 4 students. So 5 bathrooms for about 100 students. There used to be a big line every day in the morning in front of the bathrooms for taking a bath and usually 2 to 3. "When he came she suspended her mouth over his cock as he'd suggested, using the roof of her mouth to control the splashing; he felt her warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock, her hand firm around his shaft, and gave a great sigh of contentment. There was something to be said for intense sensation, but something also for a warm, relaxing orgasm at the hands of his beloved. He wished he could do that to her; he wished they could ever reach a point where it wasn't a big production for.