Quotes from James Lear

What did I know about Bertrand, apart from the fact that his ass fit my dick like a glove?

That is the finest piece of ass I've ever seen in all my days," he said. "You sure you want me to fuck it? Almost seems a shame.

I felt defeated and dismayed. I trusted nobody, and I felt impotent-not only in the sexual sense.

I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart. That was all the reassurance he needed, and suddenly I felt that hot breath on my hole, felt the sandpaper of his face against my buttocks, and then—oh, brave new world!—felt his tongue lapping at me, licking me, caressing me where I had never been touched before.

First, I will suck you." I'm not sure whether this direct statement was just the European way, or if his English was inadequate to express anything more complicated, but in any case he dropped to his knees and started unbuttoning my fly.

You've got haired," he said. "Must be that cold Scottish weather.

I may have entered that room a timid virgin, but by the time I left it I was a fully committed, cock-hungry slut. From my first taste of Mick's cock, with its mixture of sweat and piss and precum, I was hooked.

Even my dick was relaxing, and had fallen from the upright to the horizontal.

Come on, Jack. Open your mouth and suck it.

You ready to be fucked, Jack?

I can't get them in as well, you greedy little bastard.

Let's see you come again, Jack. This time with me inside you.

Youth and athleticism are a wonderful combination: not even a sudden murder can quell the storm in a young man's flannels.