hook. His cock was raging, and as I positioned myself over him and then lowered myself onto it, I said, "Just close your eyes and imagine, Jack, just imagine." He may have done just that for it didn't take him long to shoot up my ass. I shot all over his face. He screamed bloody murder, acted as if my cum was acid and it would mar him for life, but it made for good film. I didn't even have to hide the camcorder. He knew I was getting all of it on film.

Three weeks later, Jack begged me to shove my prick up his ass. He got on his knees on the bed. He had shaved around his hole, but the rest of his hard, muscular butt was covered in soft hair. I rimmed him like crazy, and tongued fucked him, making sure I slobbered lots of saliva around the muscular entrance. My prick slid easily up him, it was clear he had penetrated himself before, or someone had penetrated him. He came without touching himself. Six months later, he got a job as a supervisor in Atlanta. He asked me to move there with him, and I did. Surprising how things like this work out, isn't it?