Once I was making full strokes with my balls slapping against his butt-cheeks, I heard the growls begin. Knowing what I liked, I dropped down a little...to change the angle of my penetration. My goal was to rub against the prostate with every insertion.BobI loved George's soft touch and exploration of my body. He didn't seem the type to just want to add another notch to his bedpost. George instead acted as if he genuinely loved making others feel good through sexual contact. Because of that. His blond hair and blue eyes, his dimples, and his smile would melt even the hardest heart. It is hard not to fall in love with a k*d like Greg – and many have!Greg’s mom, my dear wife, died when Greg was still a little boy. He, his brother Kevin (two years younger than Greg) and I have lived by ourselves ever since. At first it was difficult. They missed their mom; I missed my wife. But as my sons grew, I found that there were many things about living in an all-male home that made life. Just my luck! He couldn’t masturbate with his left. Tonight, he was just shit out of luck. Chapter 22 Nathan made his way down the stairs. A few adjustments and a ‘down boy talk’ helped his erection subside. By the time he entered the living room, Charlie already spread out the Chinese boxes. She had put Last of the Mohicans in the DVD player. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch holding out a fork for him to take. He sat down next to her and took the fork. Scooping up one of the boxes,. As we lay there like this, a waiter approached me, squatted down next to me and asked if we’d like anything. As he squatted by my towel, with his knees spread, I couldn’t help but notice that he had a very long, and impressive cock. It reached almost to the sand between his legs, and it swayed back and forth like a pendulum as he waited for my response. Without even thinking about it, I spread my legs slightly, and reached my left hand out to gently stroke his dangling shaft. He noticed my.