From the moment I saw him, I had a crush on Jay Swift. He is by far one of the coolest guys to come into our studio. He liked to laugh… at himself and the world. His carefree spirit made him totally endearing. The fact that he had an awesome body was just icing on the cake. Once he finally got out of his clothes, I got a hard-on that never left. My mind ran rampant with all of the naughty things I wanted to do to Jay, but alas and alack, they would have to stay in the realm of fantasy. This man of pecan tan says he’s only interested in women… exotic women at that. Brazilian women and Asian women are his favorites. But that’s OK. The realm of fantasy is often much better than reality anyway. Besides, I can always find comfort in the fact that maybe… just maybe… Jay just hasn’t met the right fella. (I’m here for the taking, Jay!)
They say you can always tell how a guy fucks by the way he dances. Well, there was no music, but once Jay started stroking his cock, he started doing what I can only call a “slow dance of sensuality.†Jay was experiencing a great deal of pleasure at his own touch and it was beautiful to behold. I can only imagine how attentive he’d be, how sensual he’d become, while slowly but surely using the weight of his hot, sweaty body to drive his thick meat deeper and deeper… oh there I go fantasizing again.
