Gay sex story
Massive, barrel chested, and thick waisted, but all hard muscle, his cut torso the model for the shaped body plates the soldiers wore into battle. His thighs were as the trunks of the cedars and his feet and hands were broad and long, with long, plump digits. The shoulder-length hair of his head and short beard was gray-blond, the gray beginning to take control. Other than that he was hairless except for the blond thatching in his pits and a luxurious blond bush, in which nestled the prize cock and balls of the regiment—his championship equipment contributing to why he was the captain of the guard. Many of the other guardsmen had indulged in body tattooing. Mahir only had a double row of black notches running down either side of his trunk, ominously celebrating the men he had dispatched in battle.
Mahir kissed Asu on the neck and in the hollow of his shoulders, and on his ears, taking those into his mouth and licking around them, before putting his lips next to Asu’s ear and speaking softly, in a deep voice.
“You cannot escape your destiny, young man. But you can control it and learn to use it and let yourself revel in it. You have a beauty that makes men dribble, a small size that makes men feel more the man, and a very nice set of privates . . .” Here Mahir stopped cupping Asu’s cock and balls and moved the hand back to where it parted Asu’s buttocks cheeks and found and gently rubbed Asu’s entrance, already conditioned to pucker and open to the touch. “. . . the plumpest orbs I’ve parted in some time—I can hardly wait to part them with more than my fingers—and a hole that, though now a bit swollen, is fit for a king’s cock. Perhaps after a few months in the wine shops . . .”