Archive | 23.02.2010
- Roswell's Frontier Motel
Manuel held my hips steady as I shot off up into his face for a fourth rapid time, at last relieving that almost perpetual dull pain in my testicles, spent and no longer suffering, if at least for a few hours.
"Man, that's what I love about you," Manuel said, with a sly grin, as he licked my dick clean. "You come in buckets. It must be nice to be able to do that."
He turned me over on the bed in his El Paso apartment, straddled me, like a cowboy on his horse, and began stroking his luscious brown ... more
- Second Meeting
"Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious."
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Paul pulled his old blue Ford Sierra into the car park of the travel Hotel and switched off the engine. He sat behind the steering wheel and ooked around him.
Dusk was beginning to fall. Dark enough not to be recognised walking into the building and still too early for the evening rush of travellers trying for any spare rooms.
He spied the white mini Metro that Suzie drove. It was parked as close to ... more