Martin blinked through a strobe as he looked over his shoulder at him. Glitter dusted the dark floor and black stools. Yet, Martin found himself aglow in reddish-orange light, his fingers tapping on a wooden bar. They played the music too loud and people jostled him. She took me to the hospital and my penis was stained for two weeks. Caught - A Gay Erotic Story Martin hated clubs. My mother came home to find her son hugging a pillow. I figured that after a while I would lose my erection and the bleach bottle would fall off, but much to my dismay I found that I didn’t fully clean the bleach from the bottle because my cock started burning bad! For an hour I sat there in pain. The top of the bleach bottle surprisingly had a cock ring effect and I was stuck. About half way through my fucking I realized I couldn’t fully pull my penis out. I filled the bleach bottle with warm water and tons of tissue. I ended up with an empty bleach bottle that I fastened to a pillow to fuck. I was looking at bottles, something big enough to stick my cock in. I started looking around for something I could actually fuck.

I decided it was time to start the normal Saturday night routine of pulling out my favorite porn magazine, Keri lotion for extra dry skin, and commence with porking. She didn’t put out, so I was stuck with blue balls and a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower. One night I had just gotten back from a night with my girlfriend.