Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Hung Cargo: Giant Gay Cock



"Is this the cock that I was dreaming of" Jack was thinking in the morning. Yet he had a boner. His boyfriend was working early that day but however made him pure black coffee. Jack was thinking more about some studs in strings playing along. And there he sat, watching his long uncut cock going hard from underneath his sheets. With a rod between his legs and strings in his head he went for some coffee. Along the way he watched himself in the mirror, inspecting his lovemachine. He couldn't wait for his boyfriend to come home. The boyfriend, a thick loaded cock, did come home. As a surprise for Jack he bought him a Clever jockstrap.

Jack never forgot that day.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Tale #13 : Gigolo gets his dirty money



END OF STORY

Mister: 'So, you want to have some coffee now?'
Gigolo: '(dripping) Yes, and a cigarette please...'
Mister: 'Here is your dirty money.'
Gigolo: 'Thank you, next time i'll do it for free.'
Mister: 'Your welcome, just call my neighbor!'
;-)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Tale #12 : The gigolo loses his pants



THE DOOR CLOSED

Gigolo: 'So, what do you want to do?'

Mister: 'I'm not shure. I was just about to make some coffee.'
Gigolo: 'Sorry?'
Mister: 'But I see you are already undressed.'
Gigolo: 'Indeed. Where do you want to begin, I don't have much time.'
Mister: 'Unfortunately I'm very bad at decisions.'
Gigolo: 'Ohh, I'm losing this pants. (pose) Does my ass turn you on?'
Mister: 'That's hard to tell from here.'

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Tale #7 : He pulled down my pants



Instead of editing this post with sleazy pictures I want to tell you a little story...

'Get down' he said.
The party was over. The kitchen looked like a mess. The pool was empty except for a floating undie. Tables full of liquer and boose. All alone now.
Our coffee wasn't even cold before he pulled down my pants. I spilled on my shirt, he took it off.
I looked at him. My fanstasy was looking through his shirt while sipping my coffee. Music played in the background. He went to the kitchen, got his coffee and poured the hole cup on his shirt. With a light smile he leaned against the sink. Waiting, waiting, until his torso was completely wet, saturated by coffee. I stood before him and laid my hands on him. We quickly removed his shirt. I licked his nipples, his belly button, and starting to open his pants.
'Get down' he said.