Posted by Charles on November 14, 2002 at 09:38:49:
: And yet, he thought as he walked into his bedroom and confronted himself in front of the full-length mirror, he could have sworn he'd heard a choir of angels at the end of that tunnel. Maintaining eye contact with his reflection he took his coat off and let it fall to the ground in a heap. He unbuttoned his shirt and lightly ran his fingers down his muscled chest and toned stomach, down to the edge of his pants. He unbuttoned them slowly and just as slowly brought the zipper down to reveal his briefs. He studied the bulge there. He freed his cock and then let his arms drop to his sides as he took a good look at himself. Thomas Brown stood at six one, a lanky runner's body. His hair was light blond, and it retained the platinum sheen of his youth. It was cut just this side of unruly, not quite disheveled but not tamely professional either. Angelic blue eyes peered guilelessly out from a lightly tanned face strong enough in bone structure not to let the dimples overwhelm it into cuteness. The same light colored hair faded almost invisibly on his chest, furthering the impression of boyish youth and darkened as it neared his groin. A small smiled played on his face as he looked at his mostly clothed body, and his manhood poking obscenely out from his pants. He licked a finger and ran it from its base to its cum-hole, taking a detour to circle around its head along the way. The head was turning deliciously purple. He felt for his balls and finding mother son incest them, hefted their weight in his hand and then massaged them roughly. His cock bobbed.