Antonio: The "Italian Stallion"
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| - | You call Antonio the track star. He ''is'' Hercules. Antonio is broad and perfectly cut for football instead of track. When you look at Antonio all you want to do | + | You call Antonio the track star. He ''is'' Hercules. Antonio is broad and perfectly cut for football instead of track. When you look at Antonio all you want to do is run your hands all over his body. Though you usually top you have jacked off to the thought of him holding you down and plowing you without mercy. You've heard rumors he's hung just as big as you. |
| - | "Hey Tyler. What's Up | + | "''Hey Tyler. What's Up?''" You barely keep from groaning from the breathless way he says your name. |
| - | You figure he's just finished practice. And by practice you mean leaving the entire team gaping at his ability to run miles without stopping. You tell him that you want to hang out and he eagerly agrees. The two of you are jocks so you know each other but being on different teams, you don't really have that locker room kinship. Maybe you should change that... | + | You figure he's just finished practice. And by practice, you mean leaving the entire team gaping at his ability to run miles without stopping. You tell him that you want to hang out and he eagerly agrees. The two of you are jocks so you know each other but being on different teams, you don't really have that locker room kinship. Maybe you should change that... |
| - | + | Do you... | |
| - | [[Lose | + | *[[Big Cock Fun - Get Dressed | Get dressed before Antonio arrives]] |
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| + | *[[Lose the boxers before Antonio arrives]] | ||
[[Category: Big Cock Fun]] | [[Category: Big Cock Fun]] | ||
Current revision as of 18:04, 16 November 2015
You call Antonio the track star. He is Hercules. Antonio is broad and perfectly cut for football instead of track. When you look at Antonio all you want to do is run your hands all over his body. Though you usually top you have jacked off to the thought of him holding you down and plowing you without mercy. You've heard rumors he's hung just as big as you.
"Hey Tyler. What's Up?" You barely keep from groaning from the breathless way he says your name.
You figure he's just finished practice. And by practice, you mean leaving the entire team gaping at his ability to run miles without stopping. You tell him that you want to hang out and he eagerly agrees. The two of you are jocks so you know each other but being on different teams, you don't really have that locker room kinship. Maybe you should change that...
Do you...
