21 Mar 2008 - Gay Edition #48
21 Mar 2008 - Gay Edition #48 |
Well hello again, and welcome to an extra hot edition of Strictly Gay News that will get you through this long Easter weekend and, we hope, keep you hard and happy the whole time! This weeks we've got Jack reviewing some smoking-hot movies, and another anonymous confession, one I'm sure some of you can relate to, and it's a very steamy story indeed. Enjoy! |
 Confessions: One Last Fling
It had been a while, alright? I was pretty hard up when I went down to the club. I'm not usually the scene type, but come on. I hadn't had sex in months. Since I'd left Sam, my last boyfriend, I hadn't even felt a hand on my cock other than my own. Sam had been a great lay, and gorgeous to boot...too bad he also thought I'd owed him the moon and stars for it. Even though my flat was a lot more peaceful these days, I missed having someone there who was always up for it. So, with desperation pulling me out of my shell, I threw on a tight T-shirt and my best pair of jeans and headed down to a place where I'd been once or twice before, when things got to a boiling point. And that's where it was now, without a doubt. I felt like my dick was going to pop out of my jeans of its own accord and leap right into the nearest lad's arse! It was hot and crowded inside. They always kept the lights a little lower than you'd expect, so walking into the club was like walking into a cave. The smell of sweat both old and new was heavy in the air. I didn't usually like places like this, but tonight? I felt my heart beating in my bollocks from the moment that smell hit my nostrils. Sweat, with the undertone of sex, and hot bodies in the dark. This was just what I needed. I started dancing, on my own at first, but it didn't take long for two other lads to join me, grinding their hips and pushing up against me. No one was kidding anyone: we were all there for the same thing. The dancing was just a way to figure out who'd you like to throw down on the floor. Click here to read more... |
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