Colby Gets It Good
I want his chest
some late night photos for all my followers who might need a little encouragement/something to think about ;)
Beautiful Couple! Damn Handsome! 😍
model: Jeff Lewis | ph: Marcus McCormick
Trainsutra! That image on the underwear…
I checked my phone for the fiftieth time, already knowing that the room number was 1403. I was nervous as I crossed the hotel lobby, butterflies roiling in my stomach. The concierge smiled at me but, thankfully, didn’t ask me any questions.
I pressed up on the elevator, fixing my hair in the mirror one final time, giving my lips a final swipe with my cherry chapstick, hoping that I’d live up to his expectations. That I wasn’t about to get turned away at the door.
I saw the room number on my first pass, but I kept walking deliberately down the silent, carpeted hallway, trying to pluck up my courage to knock. Standing in front of the door, I took a deep breath and knocked timidly. There was a pause that felt like forever, that made me want to turn around and speed back down the elevator.
Then I heard footsteps and before I could run the door opened. Bald and muscly, just like his pictures. He was wearing black slacks and a white tanktop that hugged his pecs. “Hi,” I murmured breathlessly.
"You’re even cuter in person," he said with a smile. "Why don’t you come inside?" He beckoned me in to the spacious hotel room, seating himself on one of the two armchairs. I moved to take the other one, but he shook his head, patting his lap instead.
"So, you said you’re a virgin?" he said as I nestled myself, somewhat awkwardly, on his lap, not looking at him. I nodded, blushing. "That doesn’t make any sense," he laughed. He wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Ever kissed anyone before?"
I shook my head, and he chuckled, wrapping his fingers through my hair, steering me to his mouth. It was warm. His lips slid over mine, engulfing them. I moaned softly. He broke off. “You’re a good kisser,” he smirked.
I nodded, averting my eyes once more. He felt him frown, running his hand through my hair. “You okay?” he asked in his deep voice.
"I… I’m not sure. I - I just, I never thought it would be like this."
He looked at me sympathetically, tilting my chin up so that our eyes met. “If you want to go, that’s okay. Look, I don’t know you, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to.” He hugged me tight. “How about this: I’ll pour us some wine and I’ll let you pick a movie to watch. Then we can take a shower together so that you can explore. And then, if you want, I’ll carry you back to the bed, naked, and I’ll take your virgin pussy.”
I shivered and then slowly nodded.
Johan Fehd Karouani