1. His last Refuge Pt:1


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: dani99887, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the past month because of it. I immediately said that I didn’t mind him being naked around the house. After that he became really comfortable around the house and was almost always naked with his huge 7-incher cock lying on the couch playing games. It never really bothered me that I was probably sitting on his ball sweat every time I watched TV. He would always get butt naked as soon as he came back from university and throw his clothes on my bed to clean up, which I always did with out hesitation. Actually seeing his 7-inch monster intimidated me so much that I didn't care about small things like his ball sweat. Every time I saw his magnificent cock my dick would shrivel up and butterflies would pop up in the pit of my stomach. Several times I caught myself just staring at his cock, and I am sure that he noticed it too because one day he casually winked at me when I finally looked up from his python. Early into the second month of university he brought his first girl to the room. They came in stumbling and already half naked and threw their clothes on me (I was in my bed), climbed to his bed and started doing their business. I was surprised that the girl didn’t care that I was there; John just continued to pound this girl and continued for almost two hours straight. His girl had more orgasms than I had masturbated my whole life. I know this because she was a screamer and she didn’t care who heard her screams. Finally she climbed back down, I pretended to be asl**p while she ...
    picked her clothes off of me and heard her close the door behind her. When she was gone I got up and started to clean John's clothes that he had thrown on me. I noticed that his cologne was a lot stronger on these clothes; there was also a clear sticky goo on the inside of the pants (I knew that it was pre-cum but refused to believe the quantity of it) and suddenly disgusted I threw them in the wash basket. When I turned around I thought I saw John move but wasn't sure, so I just went back to bed, which now smelled of sex. That night I didn't sl**p and kept thinking about the clear goo and wondering what it could have been other than pre -cum. Next morning I jumped out of bed and took his pants from the basket; turned them inside out and deeply smelled the crotch to try and identify the substance. Curiously, I only smelled his cologne and nothing else. After that night he always brought someone home at night and they would leave in the morning. It seemed that all these girls were madly in love with him, because they would call him names like Master, Sir, Lord or Daddy. On the other hand, John would always call them bad names like bitch, slut ,cum dumpster or whore. I found new names every day for both the girls and for John. For some reason I liked to repeat John's names in my head as he fucked his girls. I loved how he had so much stamina to just pound his girls to an oblivious state of mind, everyone of them walked out of our room as if punch d***k. A couple of weeks after ...
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