It was Friday night and I had just slicked my hair back and put on a pair of painted-on-jeans. The plan was to head over to the dive bar around the corner and scope out hotties when I got a buzz on my phone. Yep, it was my frequent hook-up Chance Hart!
Apparently, he was feeling it and he knew that I’m always in the mood for bonus hole, so he figured he’d call and invite me over. FTM dudes are kinda my jam, and I’ll tell you what—Chance has got a fuckin hot bod. Also, he’s covered in tats, which I think is sexy as hell.
I’d barely gotten three steps into his place when Chance’s tongue was in my mouth. As we made our way into the bedroom, he playfully shoved me onto the bed and we got all tangled up, making out hardcore and groping each other’s bodies like fiends.
The second I finally got Chance’s pants off, I planted my face straight into his succulent FTM boy-bits. The dude gets wet so easy while I’m sucking that yummy T-dick; it really gets us both off. I don’t care how many times that I make Chance cum while I’m eating him out; I’ll be pounding that hot bod of his until I get mine, no doubt.
And while I was working my ten-inch dick inside of that tight, juicy hole, I had a hot idea for later. I knew where Chance kept his dildo under the bed…
