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The cock addicted closet gay man was on vacation with his honey. But he couldn’t get off with her because he couldn’t get dick out of his mind.

The scent of pussy still clung to his flaccid jizz shooter as he hid in the bathroom. He couldn’t get off no matter which way he fucked her. So deep in the closet, he might as well have been in Narnia. He didn’t have the balls to bring any of his dildos with him. Instead, he snuck a banana into the bathroom and called Ms. Shea.  The yellow fruit became his fake dong as he relived his deep seeded need for cock. In a new city with no way to ditch the ball and chain, there was no way he’d be able to find the closest glory hole. It was too risky. She’d kill him if she found out about his bisexual tendencies. No. It was far better to make a quick trip to the bathroom while she lounged, unsatisfied, by the pool.

 

Cock Addicted Will Do Anything for their fix!

He sniffed a pair of her panties as the banana first touched his tongue. He hadn’t had a full stiffy since his last visit to the Glory Hole. The scent of her cunt with a mouth full of pseudo dick brought his little sailor to full staff. Finally able to get completely hard, he gagged as he started to throat fuck himself. He paused only long enough to take a quick breath and tell me how much he missed sucking cock. I made him picture himself fucking her pussy while balls were bouncing on his own chin. That near sent him over the edge, but I told him that we weren’t done. He couldn’t drop his load yet.
The banana was dripping wet wen I told him to place it up against his asshole. A big hit of poppers through the crotch of her lacy panties made the next stage even hotter. He kept huffing her dirty undies while he pushed the banana into his secret, bisexual, sissy cunt. His moan was so satisfying as he fucked himself with his yellow cock. The curve slid past all the right spots, stimulating his gay boy g-spot. His grunts grew louder and faster before I let him start jacking off. He was 3 strokes in and the poor fella finally exploded. He came so hard that I had to make sure that he wasn’t going to pass out. You know me, ever the twisted kinkette, I told him to wash off the fruit and offer it to his honey bunny.