worship Danny's Secret

[Built22]

This is getting so good 

Hope there's more 

[VRGoh]

Brendan stood at the door to the García residence, his head down out of nervousness.  He had always seen Danny García on campus and had worshiped him from afar, but had never suspected that the Latino heartthrob was aware of his existence, let alone knew anything about him.  Brendan had consumed many hours of muscle porn and strength porn behind closed doors, his mother unaware that her son secretly lusted after the Puerto Rican muscle god across the street.  And now he was about to enter that god's very home.  He felt like a guy meeting his fiancée's parents for the first time, unsure of whether or not her father will be a retired drill sergeant or something crazy.  With a deep breath and a sigh that conveyed his trepidation, he knocked on the door.

When the door opened, it revealed a sight that he always imagined when he jerked off at home: a shirtless Danny, a light-blue towel wrapped around his waist, a light sheen of sweat causing his pumped muscles to glisten in the sun.  He smiled beatifically, and Brendan's knees nearly gave way from the sight of his god smiling.

"You must be Brendan," he said, his musical baritone rumbling through him like honey poured over summer lightning.  Brendan nodded sheepishly.

"I... uh, sorry.  I'm... a bit nervous," Brendan admitted.  "It's just that I've... admired your... your, uh, dedication to staying in shape and..."

"You wanna know how I stay in such awesome shape, am I right?" he finished with a bounce of his pecs.  Brendan nodded, blushing.  Danny thought for a moment, then stepped to one side.  "Come on in.  It might be better if we do this in private." Brendan entered the house, looking around at the decor.  It was tastefully decorated, with a clear Caribbean flair.  On the living room mantle was a vase holding two flags: one American, the other Puerto Rican.  Danny sat down on the patent leather couch and pat a spot next to him.  Brendan sat down next to Danny, his eyes fixed on Danny's, even though he wanted to be looking at his pecs, his biceps, his rock-hard abs.

"Normally, I tell people that I just eat right and exercise," Danny started.  "Lifting weights is what people figure more often than not.  I let them think that, because I've found... another way."

"Another way?" Brendan asked, confused.  "How can you get so huge and ripped without lifting weights?" Danny points to a picture next to the vase with the two flags, of a roughly twelve-year-old Danny with a guy who looked in his twenties.

"My older brother, Carlos, is a geneticist with Oxford," he continued.  "He just got accepted to All Souls, one of the most prestigious colleges in Oxford.  I heard he got recommended to the position by one of their fellows.  I think his name was Clairmont.  Anyway, he managed to put together a formula that alters the body chemistry dramatically.  Every ounce of food is converted into muscle, including fiber.  Not only that, but it causes muscle tissue to... It would take forever to explain it the way he did, mostly because it was in what sounds like Old High Treknobabble." He chuckled at the joke.  "The short version is that certain actions will cause you to experience a full-body workout, usually just jerking off and fucking."  Brendan's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Wait a minute," he said.  "You mean to tell me that you got that body just by jerking off and having sex?"  Danny nodded.

"Yup.  It's been the only workout I've ever done.  I taught myself about lifting to give myself a cover story.  Carlos isn't ready to publish his findings yet.  He asked me to find another test subject on my end, and I told him that I knew just the guy.  So, what do you say? You wanna give this a try?"  Brendan couldn't believe what he just heard.  Not only is the body of many of his wet dreams and sexual fantasies built purely from sex, but he was on the cusp of gaining such a power himself.  Brendan's hand shot to Danny's muscular chest, his decision made.

"Yes," he responded, his lust taking over.  "I wanna try it.  I've... lusted after you since I saw you on campus, and now... that I could be just like you... Yes, I want that so much." Danny wrapped his arms around Brendan and, standing up with the smaller man in his arms, gave him a toe-curling kiss.

"Then let's start you off with a bang," he said before kissing him with a fiery passion.  Brendan's semi-hard cock was rock-hard and weeping precum in seconds as Danny started removing Brendan's clothes.  The smaller man wrapped his legs around Danny's tight waist as his hands found Danny's bulging biceps.

"Take me, Danny," he moaned.  "I want you so badly."  Danny growled in building lust as he brought Brendan down to his birthday suit, his own towel falling away to reveal his still-hard cock.

"So do I, Brendan," he growled in lust.  "You're gonna love what this stuff does to your body.  You'll be huge, strong, more virile than you've ever been before.  Women and gay men will lust after you constantly, and your own lust will fuel your increasing power." He slid his throbbing cock into Brendan's ass, causing the latter to cry out in passion.

"Yes, Danny," he shouted.  "I want that so much.  I want to be your protégé, an apprentice in being a super-stud."

"Oh, you will be," Danny responded as he held Brendan aloft with one powerful arm.  "You'll learn how to seduce people, how to maximize pleasure, how to get the most out of your lust.  Everything I learned over these four years.  You and I will pretty much rule this school and change the world." Brendan moaned as Danny started fucking him with wild abandon, the two surrendering to their passions.  Brendan rode him like a bucking bronco, his hands all over his muscle god's powerful body.  In what felt like seconds, he threw his head back and shouted in orgasm as his cock erupted.  At the same time, he felt Danny's own cock flood his guts with cum as his powerful biceps seemed to gain a pump, even though he didn't see the ruddy color usually associated with such an action.  Brendan ground his cock against Danny's abs, still hard and ready to go again.  Danny looked down at him with surprise.

"Holy shit!  You're just like me!" he exclaimed.

"How so?" Brendan asked.

"I didn't think I'd meet another guy who was multi-orgasmic.  This is gonna make things much more fun."  He then brought Brendan up to his room, his cock still planted in Brendan's ass.  "This is gonna be the beginning of, not only a beautiful friendship, but also a new life for you."

[Ro20316]

Yasssssssssssssssssssssss!!

This story is getting so effing good.

Danny has found someone worthy of his secret and what eh can do.

Cant wait to read their adventures together

[boardman]

19 hours ago, VRGoh said:

Brendan stood at the door to the García residence, his head down out of nervousness.  He had always seen Danny García on campus and had worshiped him from afar, but had never suspected that the Latino heartthrob was aware of his existence, let alone knew anything about him.  Brendan had consumed many hours of muscle porn and strength porn behind closed doors, his mother unaware that her son secretly lusted after the Puerto Rican muscle god across the street.  And now he was about to enter that god's very home.  He felt like a guy meeting his fiancée's parents for the first time, unsure of whether or not her father will be a retired drill sergeant or something crazy.  With a deep breath and a sigh that conveyed his trepidation, he knocked on the door.

When the door opened, it revealed a sight that he always imagined when he jerked off at home: a shirtless Danny, a light-blue towel wrapped around his waist, a light sheen of sweat causing his pumped muscles to glisten in the sun.  He smiled beatifically, and Brendan's knees nearly gave way from the sight of his god smiling.

"You must be Brendan," he said, his musical baritone rumbling through him like honey poured over summer lightning.  Brendan nodded sheepishly.

"I... uh, sorry.  I'm... a bit nervous," Brendan admitted.  "It's just that I've... admired your... your, uh, dedication to staying in shape and..."

"You wanna know how I stay in such awesome shape, am I right?" he finished with a bounce of his pecs.  Brendan nodded, blushing.  Danny thought for a moment, then stepped to one side.  "Come on in.  It might be better if we do this in private." Brendan entered the house, looking around at the decor.  It was tastefully decorated, with a clear Caribbean flair.  On the living room mantle was a vase holding two flags: one American, the other Puerto Rican.  Danny sat down on the patent leather couch and pat a spot next to him.  Brendan sat down next to Danny, his eyes fixed on Danny's, even though he wanted to be looking at his pecs, his biceps, his rock-hard abs.

"Normally, I tell people that I just eat right and exercise," Danny started.  "Lifting weights is what people figure more often than not.  I let them think that, because I've found... another way."

"Another way?" Brendan asked, confused.  "How can you get so huge and ripped without lifting weights?" Danny points to a picture next to the vase with the two flags, of a roughly twelve-year-old Danny with a guy who looked in his twenties.

"My older brother, Carlos, is a geneticist with Oxford," he continued.  "He just got accepted to All Souls, one of the most prestigious colleges in Oxford.  I heard he got recommended to the position by one of their fellows.  I think his name was Clairmont.  Anyway, he managed to put together a formula that alters the body chemistry dramatically.  Every ounce of food is converted into muscle, including fiber.  Not only that, but it causes muscle tissue to... It would take forever to explain it the way he did, mostly because it was in what sounds like Old High Treknobabble." He chuckled at the joke.  "The short version is that certain actions will cause you to experience a full-body workout, usually just jerking off and fucking."  Brendan's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Wait a minute," he said.  "You mean to tell me that you got that body just by jerking off and having sex?"  Danny nodded.

"Yup.  It's been the only workout I've ever done.  I taught myself about lifting to give myself a cover story.  Carlos isn't ready to publish his findings yet.  He asked me to find another test subject on my end, and I told him that I knew just the guy.  So, what do you say? You wanna give this a try?"  Brendan couldn't believe what he just heard.  Not only is the body of many of his wet dreams and sexual fantasies built purely from sex, but he was on the cusp of gaining such a power himself.  Brendan's hand shot to Danny's muscular chest, his decision made.

"Yes," he responded, his lust taking over.  "I wanna try it.  I've... lusted after you since I saw you on campus, and now... that I could be just like you... Yes, I want that so much." Danny wrapped his arms around Brendan and, standing up with the smaller man in his arms, gave him a toe-curling kiss.

"Then let's start you off with a bang," he said before kissing him with a fiery passion.  Brendan's semi-hard cock was rock-hard and weeping precum in seconds as Danny started removing Brendan's clothes.  The smaller man wrapped his legs around Danny's tight waist as his hands found Danny's bulging biceps.

"Take me, Danny," he moaned.  "I want you so badly."  Danny growled in building lust as he brought Brendan down to his birthday suit, his own towel falling away to reveal his still-hard cock.

"So do I, Brendan," he growled in lust.  "You're gonna love what this stuff does to your body.  You'll be huge, strong, more virile than you've ever been before.  Women and gay men will lust after you constantly, and your own lust will fuel your increasing power." He slid his throbbing cock into Brendan's ass, causing the latter to cry out in passion.

"Yes, Danny," he shouted.  "I want that so much.  I want to be your protégé, an apprentice in being a super-stud."

"Oh, you will be," Danny responded as he held Brendan aloft with one powerful arm.  "You'll learn how to seduce people, how to maximize pleasure, how to get the most out of your lust.  Everything I learned over these four years.  You and I will pretty much rule this school and change the world." Brendan moaned as Danny started fucking him with wild abandon, the two surrendering to their passions.  Brendan rode him like a bucking bronco, his hands all over his muscle god's powerful body.  In what felt like seconds, he threw his head back and shouted in orgasm as his cock erupted.  At the same time, he felt Danny's own cock flood his guts with cum as his powerful biceps seemed to gain a pump, even though he didn't see the ruddy color usually associated with such an action.  Brendan ground his cock against Danny's abs, still hard and ready to go again.  Danny looked down at him with surprise.

"Holy shit!  You're just like me!" he exclaimed.

"How so?" Brendan asked.

"I didn't think I'd meet another guy who was multi-orgasmic.  This is gonna make things much more fun."  He then brought Brendan up to his room, his cock still planted in Brendan's ass.  "This is gonna be the beginning of, not only a beautiful friendship, but also a new life for you."

Damn hot can’t wait to see where this goes 

[VRGoh]

Over the next six months, Brendan learned so much from what he called his "muscle mentor" about his body's new capabilities.  When the formula had finished bonding to his genetic structure, he felt energized in a way he'd never felt before.  Every cell in his body felt filled to capacity with boundless energy, and it was giving him a hard-on the likes of which he never thought possible.  He half-expected to start glowing from an inner light at any moment, he was so charged up.  Danny showed him how to get the most out of jerking off, how it is possible for them to get a full workout from flexing alone, and what would happen with each one.  He devoured every bit of information greedily, learning everything he could from his mentor, best friend, and regular sex partner.

That last title came with some amazing benefits, as the two would regularly fuck for hours on end, their near-limitless energy giving them the stamina to drift from orgasm to massive orgasm for impossible amounts of time, only for them to switch off and begin the whole cycle again.  Brendan was positively addicted to his new wealth of stamina, which seemed to increase exponentially by the day, alongside his burgeoning muscles.  There would be days when the growing sex-fiend and muscle beast would just stare in the mirror, naked as the day he was born, and imagine himself as huge and ripped as Danny.  On those days, he would practice what Danny taught him, going for hours on a full-body masturbation workout that would leave him and his surroundings coated in cum, his mega-hard cock now a firehose of cum whenever he wanted.

Six months after initiating Brendan into his new life, Danny finalized his plans to move into his own apartment.  His parents had figured that this would happen, as Danny had been planning to move out for months.  With the day finally arriving, the Garcías helped Danny move into to his two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment near campus, along with his new roommate, Brendan Kaminsky.  Mr. and Mrs. García knew of "Brendan from across the street" as a nice, young man who was just a bit shy.  Recalling his previous living situation, they were more than happy to get Brendan out of that house, as Carla Kaminsky had a reputation for intolerance and outright racism.  When asked why he didn't move out sooner, he replied that he "just didn't have the nerve to do it, since she was all alone," a fact that was long suspected by Danny's mother.  The local gossip was that the intolerant tirades from his mother had alienated her from every one of her relatives, and was the primary reason for her divorce.  They were glad for Danny's influence in Brendan's life, as it seems to have done wonders for his confidence as well as his overall fitness.

As soon as the two were moved in and unpacked, the Garcías left them to, as Danny's mother said, "whatever it is two bachelors do in their spare time." She winked at Brendan, since she had a feeling of what that was.  Being both the mother of an eighteen-year-old bisexual boy and a high school teacher, she recognized the signs of the maelstrom of adolescent hormones brewing in both her son and his new friend and put two and two together.  Danny smiled, nodding in thanks for his mother's discretion as they left.  As soon as the Garcías pulled away, all necessary unpacking and arranging completed, the two lusty young men dropped all pretenses and immediately embraced, their lean and muscular bodies exploring every inch of each other as hard cocks were ground against tight abs.  Brendan and Danny were a tempest of lust and passion that had just burst free of the teapot, and this storm would rage on for five consecutive hours, during which they fucked in every room in the house at least three times.  Hard cocks found hungry asses and mouths, moans of lust rang throughout the apartments, and twin fountains of cum burst into that home as the two roommates and fuck buddies unleashed themselves on the object of their unbridled lust.

After the raging orgy they had that first night, they found themselves to be, not only bigger than ever, but also heavier.  Brendan attributed the increase in weight to the increase in size, until Danny reminded him of something he said earlier.

"Remember when I said that your muscles would get more dense as well as bigger?" he asked.  Brendan nodded, his mind half-focused on trying to bounce his pecs.

"Well, what if I told you that it's also increasing your strength?" his muscle mentor said with a sly smirk and a flexed bicep.

"I'd say you're fucking with me," he retorted.  "Not that I wouldn't mind, but..." In response, Danny went into his room for a moment, returning with a four-foot long piece of Rebar, the kind used to reinforce concrete pillars in the construction of tall buildings and skyscrapers.  Holding the bar in both hands, he growled, more out of lust than effort, as he bent it into a horseshoe shape.  The steel squealed in protest as Danny's considerable strength was applied to it, his huge pecs rippling like ocean waves, the muscles going from stone to steel in an instant.  Brendan moaned in lust as his cock shot to rock-hard and weeping precum in record time, completely astounded that his mentor was not only built like a superhero, but also practically as strong as one.  He absently jerked his cock at the sight of his roommate, his mentor, his fuck buddy, and his best friend demonstrating what larger men could only dream of doing.

"Holy fuck, bro!" he exclaimed.  "You're... but that's impossible!"

"Dude, so is gaining a body like Arnold just from jerking off, but look at me now." He spread out his muscular arms to demonstrate his point, performing a double-bi followed by a mind-blowing most-muscular.  "Matter of fact, look at you." Picking his roommate up, Danny brought his protegé to the full-length mirror on the back of each bedroom door.

"Take a look at what you accomplished in just six months," he said to Brendan as the latter stared at the figure in the mirror.  The face looked a bit like his own, but that's where the similarities ended.  Below his chin was the body of a Greek god, one that Michaelangelo would've been proud to use as an inspiration for the David.  Deltoids that looked like cantaloupes sat proudly at either end of his linebacker-worthy traps, which, combined with his wing-like lats, making him look as wide as his bedroom door.  Descending from his taurine neck, a pair of massive, meaty pecs that could hold a pen easily protruded from his ribcage where before he had the chest of a bird.  Not to be outdone by his pulchritudinous pecs, his arms now looked worthy of every sleeveless shirt he had ever seen, with mountainous biceps and sleeve-busting triceps that deserved to be called "guns" or "cannons."  He flexed those biceps now, moaning in lust as he observed his godlike body.  Below his pecs sat a cobblestone road of eight bricks that could be used for laundry day.  Between the two rows of abs stood his thick cock, eleven inches long and raging with lust as his gaze descended to a pair of tree trunks.  No, those weren't ancient oaks, but rather his own tireless legs, capped off with calves that looked more like bulls.  Turning to one side, he saw reflected in the mirror an ass that just would not quit.  A tight bubble of muscle that looked sculpted by many a squat, and promised to make every pair of jeans he owned look amazing.  Without even touching his cock, it erupted like a volcano as his world was changed forever.

"You made the kind of progression in six months that took me four years," Danny said with awe and respect in his voice.  "You've become the kind of god that I am proud to call my friend and fuck buddy.  Now, own it.  Revel in your accomplishments."  And that's what Brendan did.  For the next few hours, the two of them hit pose after pose, drifting effortlessly from orgasm to orgasm without even touching their cocks once the whole time.  Somewhere amidst the lust and the cumshots, Brendan figuratively buried the ashes of his old self, the shy boy with the mental scars from verbal abuse.  In his place, there stood a phoenix, strong and beautiful, with the body of a bodybuilder and the lust of the entire porn industry all packed into one man.  As he hit his favorite pose-- a most-muscular right in mid-cum-- he had accepted this new life, cementing himself as a stud.  More like a Super-Stud, he thought as he licked up his cum from one bulging bicep.

[Ro20316]

5 hours ago, VRGoh said:

As he hit his favorite pose-- a most-muscular right in mid-cum-- he had accepted this new life, cementing himself as a stud.  More like a Super-Stud, he thought as he licked up his cum from one bulging bicep.

IIt's time to start collage annd their new age on their lives.

I cant wait to read wht this two will tangled on campus,

[VRGoh]

Over the next week, Danny gave Brendan the rundown of what he called "life as a Super-Stud."  First was strength training, and this was not like what many think of when they hear that phrase.  Instead of getting stronger through lifting weights, this was strict control of his power, which was already an order of magnitude or two greater than everyone around him but Danny himself.  Not only did Brendan practice with his strength to ensure that he had total control of it, but he also experimented with it on a regular basis to learn its extent.  In this way, Brendan discovered that he could casually lift a compact car overhead.  He would still have a ways to go before he could meet Danny's record of benching a pick-up, but it's a far cry from where he was before what he calls his Super-Stud initiation.

Next was a few moves that happened at once.  A crash course on seduction took place on the way to the local mall, where they would pick out new outfits for Brendan since he would need some new looks to fit his new status as a stud.  He proved to be a natural in the seduction department, when he managed to get the attention of the sales clerk, a woman whose name tag identified her name as Cheryl, at the clothing store as he picked out a few shirts and convince her to meet up with him after her shift.  When they met up at the appointed time, Cheryl brought him to a seldom-used supply closet that smelled suspiciously of cum and sweat.  In hindsight, Brendan suspected that it wasn't as seldom used as they thought, but his blood flow was directly more downward than upward as the nubile young Super-Stud fucked her right there in the closet.  After their impromptu coupling, Danny slipped her a note that Brendan couldn't read.  When asked about it, Danny replied that he would find out on the night of the full moon.

The next stop was the barber shop, where Brendan got his hair styled in such a way as to maximize the effect of his natural good looks and charisma.  The barber who took care of him was named Amir, and he also provided some tips on presenting himself with confidence and swagger.  While styling Brendan's hair, Amir told him about Danny's get-togethers on full moon nights.  Rumors had it that Danny's sudden disappearance during full moons were because of either being Wiccan (plausible but untrue, since Danny had no particular religious belief) or being a werewolf. (a rumor he only entertained on Halloween, when he would sometimes go out dressed as the monster in question)  When asked what happens at these full moon groups, Amir only said that he would enjoy it so much he would look forward to every full moon.  In fact, Amir had whispered in Brendan's ear, the next full moon was that night.

That night, the two cleaned themselves up and got dressed up as if they were heading to a club.  Brendan put on the outfit that Danny suggested for him: a gunmetal-gray muscle shirt that clung to his bulging biceps and heroic chest like a second skin and a pair of jeans that did the same to his tree-trunk legs and bubble butt.  A pair of well-shined boots completed the outfit, though Brendan was curious if he should wear anything more, like a jacket or something.  Danny informed him it wouldn't be needed as "you won't be wearing it long anyway."  Shrugging and trusting his mentor and best friend, Brendan got in the car with Danny as they headed out for a night of fun.

They arrived at a barn a few miles outside of town, a quarter mile from the nearest neighbor.  As Brendan got out of Danny's car, he looked up and saw more stars than he ever did living in the city.  He knew that the light pollution of the city limited the view of the night sky, but he never imagined the difference would be this dramatic.  A full moon hung overhead like a giant pearl in a sea of midnight, glowing from the reflected light of the sun as millions of stars, like airborne diamonds, twinkled overhead.  Just up the hill, lights from the barn were the only electric lights visible.  As if sensing Brendan's curiosity, Danny chimed in.

"The barn's owner is one of my partners," he said, "as is his wife.  You'll meet them tonight, along with a lot of others.  I try not to make these parties too public, since they'll likely get quickly called a sex cult and we don't need that drama.  Everyone here is sworn to secrecy, including those you met today.  Now, come on.  It's time for you to really let loose." The two studs then approached the barn with the utmost confidence.  Brendan's heart pounded with excitement as he got closer to the barn, hearing the buzz of conversation inside.  A few moans clearly indicated that one or more groups were having sex already, as Danny told Brendan often happened.  The two sex machines wouldn't be the only ones to fuck that night.  As soon as they entered the barn, Danny immediately removed his shirt and tossed it to one side, making a mental note of where it was for later.  Feeling the heat from so many bodies in the room at once, Brendan quickly followed suit, shucking his shirt and placing it with Danny's.  When he followed Danny into the main part of the barn, he was greeted with a sight that caused his cock to harden.

A dozen or more people were everywhere in the barn, in various states of undress.  Some were in the hayloft, either making out or outright fucking.  Others were chatting with each other about various topics, and Brendan could almost swear a quiet political discussion was happening in one corner about parallels between current events and historical events in the past.  Some of those discussions came to a stop when people started greeting Danny.  "Hey there, Papi," called one woman.  "Looks like the guest of honor has arrived," said another, "and he's brought a guest."  "Ooh, he's hot," someone said about Brendan as he blushed.  Cheryl was the first to approach him, boldly sliding a soft hand around his wide back as her lips found his.  The two made out for quite some time as he placed a hand at the small of her back and held her close.  A moan of pleasure rang out from one corner as Danny wasted no time with the owners of the barn, for he always gave them first dibs at his body.

Brendan made out with Cheryl with building lust as he quickly removed the rest of his clothes, her voice musical in her moans as she felt his muscular pecs and shoulders.  Then, on the spur of the moment, he lifted her into his strong arms and held her in midair as her legs quickly wrapped securely around his narrow waist.  She let out a cry of lust as she left the ground, turned on as much by his strength as by his gorgeous body, moaning even more as his cock entered her pussy.  He then fucked her in earnest, his strength more than enough to keep her in the air as his supercharged libido proved more than enough to have her screaming his name in burning passion as she quivered in orgasm after orgasm.  He let out a roar of lust as he came, flooding her pussy with the first of many loads that night.

As soon as his orgasm faded, he slid his still-hard cock out of Cheryl and lay her gently on the ground against one wall, letting her recover from a post-coital bliss as he moved on to another.  This one was a twink that Danny had met a few months ago on the Muscle Growth Forums and introduced to sex with a Super-Stud.  Now, this devout worshiper of muscle was ready for a ride with Brendan.  Brendan kissed him so full, so long, and so passionately that he nearly came on the spot.  He rode his cock like it was made for his ass, grasping firmly onto his cannonball-like shoulders as they fucked.  He spurted all over Brendan's massive pecs just as Brendan came again.  Afterwards, the twink would say that Brendan was as great a fuck as Danny.

The rest of the night went in a similar manner.  Brendan was so lost in the haze of lust and muscle that he didn't keep track of who he was fucking, but he was sure he fucked everyone at least once.  The next morning, everyone was blissfully worn out from the sex, even Danny and Brendan.  Everyone smiled as they looked at Brendan, who has proven himself on equal footing with Danny in at least once regard.  The more experienced Super-Stud was proud of his protégé, smiling at him as he nursed a sore ass from the five times that Brendan's plowed him last night.

[Ro20316]

Im in love with this story.

[Carnacki]

Loved the latest instalment