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I barely saw the rest of his apartment as we locked lips, and Tony pushed my back against the door. His hand was in my jeans again, and I was more than happy to let him stay there until he pulled my cock free of my boxers. "You are way too dressed," Tony informed me as his hands now moved to my jeans to pull them down. "I agree," I told him as I started to help him undress me. I was stripped down to my skin while Tony still sported his jockstrap. As I slid my fingers between the waistband and his skin, he covered my hand with his own. "It stays on," Tony tells me. I raise an eyebrow as I looked him in the eye. "My cock is fine," he assured me. "But for the first time," he said as he moved my hand back to holding his ass. "I get fucked with it on," Tony explained. "And the next time?" I asked as I massaged his globes. I was pressing him up against my cock that must have been leaking by now. "Well, ...

I watched the guy next door as he walked into his living room that was facing my balcony. I sipped my cooling coffee as he looked around before he saw me looking at him. I expected him to walk away or pull the blinds that all homes come with these days leaving me to find something else as good looking to admire. Instead, he looks back at me giving me more time to appreciate the body that he clearly spends time on. His very baggy tank top was more like a piece of cloth with three huge holes in it. It showed off more skin than it covered. I pushed myself off the railing as I watched him remove it with just one arm, in one smooth motion, to show off the rest of his broad chest. He then rubbed said shirt over his nipples, pecks, taut waistline, and flexing arms. I had a feeling this was going to be the end of my show. He might wave or just turn his back as he walked away for a shower. I was soon proved half right. The guy dropped the wet shirt and his hands drifted to the wai...

"How about we use him for May?” "What criteria are we using for the order of the photos?” I asked instead. ”The more erect the cock, the further in the year it is placed,” he answered me. ”He looks pretty hard to me, and you want him in May?” I asked. He picks up the photo and looks at it to make sure of something before putting it back down. ”He’s not hard yet. He has a big dick,” he explained before reaching for another photo to show me. My heart stopped before the blood started to pulse in my pussy. ”I’m not working on a fashion calendar am I?” I asked him as I looked at something I haven't even seen in any magazine. Fashion or skin. ”It is a jockstrap calendar,” he explained as I continued to stare at the black and white close up of a jockstrap failing to do its job completely and evidence that the wearer didn't care by way of the droplet that hung off to the side of a cock that could be called a tree. ”An erotic, by mail only, jockstrap calenda...