Ek din i gaya apnayndoost k ghar. Us ki babhi ghar main akali thi us nay mujay kha k ali andar hai aa jao jub main undar gya tu us nay kha k Abhi tum ...aira ek kaam karo gay . Main nay kha bhabi aap jo khain gi main kero ga tu us nay kha k main kasi lagti hoin mujay kuch harab laga main nay kha k aap very beautifull. I want to fuck U.what. I said again main aap ko chudna chahta hoin. Tu us nay kha k tum nikal jaoo lakin rasta nahichora main nay usay bahaoin may bar k kiss kernay laga tu wo be. Sam was sent out to do in the United States what the CIA did outside the country.In addition, Sam was often sent to South American countries to assist a consulate guard by removing people who were threats to embassies. There were times Sam hesitated doing the nasty jobs he was sent on, but he kept remembering how good the money was and that he was helping his country.Two years later Sam was told to take his optic equipment and meet an airplane at Santa Anna - John Wayne airport. It was there. They range from a douche bulb to various dildoes, lubricants, gags, restraints, and of course poppers. I packed them in a tool case. When I got there Troy had just gotten up. I told him I had a small repair to make and he asked if he could talk to me. He confessed that he was very frustrated lately. He had a few gay friends and when they had sex they all liked to fuck him but none would let Troy fuck them! They would only suck his cock. I asked if they gave him a reason and he responded his. He too was a white male with some nice definition in his torso and arms, a nice long thick cock with a monstrous mushroom tip, and a pretty taught ass to top it off. We talked for a little while about what we were interested in doing and decided it was time for us to meet. Knowing that I was going to be bottoming, I went to get ready. I made sure that I shaved myself smooth everywhere. I cleaned my chest, back, cock (so that I had my landing strip), and my ass. I then went through the process.