Then I didn’t. He was the god of the football team, basketball team, wrestling team…all the teams. xxx sex beating my dick. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!” we all shouted. Then I didn’t. He was over six feet tall, caramel-skinned, and he had brown dreads that tapped his shoulders. Read 20985 times |
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He pinned me up against the wall while he yanked my shorts and boxers down. How ‘bout you fight me?” Jamar towered over Martin and waited for a response. I looked down and my seven-inch dick was so erect I could’ve hung everyone’s coats on it. I lay back on the bench as my body vibrated and come erupted out of me like lava out of a volcano. He grabbed me. It was so good; my hand was still gripped around my dick when I fell asleep. “Now you be a good faggot.”
I felt him struggling to pull his pants down. I motioned for him to get up a little and I put one knee on the bench and put my other foot on the ground. All of them were madly in love with me, but I never was in love with them.
