Elvis

Elvis had a cheeky grin and an amazing physique. He looked like Starsky, or was it Hutch, the dark one. He was fearless, and that made him very popular. Dark hair, blue eyes. In the winter he wore that Starsky jacket shirtless with washed out jeans. In the summer he just wore the jeans, shirtless. The girls liked him.

He was well loved by purveyors of the flesh and the intellect equally. Smart chicks liked him, he had the conversation, as well as the looks.

And the name, it got him places too. Girls were enchanted by the name.

His jeans fitted him just so perfectly that pretty much everyone would be looking in the street. He was a big strapping boy, was Elvis. His body was ripped.

Fucking some chick in a club toilet, or afternoon tea with tea and cakes, he was equally at home at both. Good conversation, good looking, good at it, he was a triple threat to any guy competition. It would be fair to say that Elvis got around.

"I like taking however many ecstasy that I have and party.” said Elvis. "And when I come too, I like there to be some chick sucking on my big cock. And if they are good at it, you know, don’t dislocate their jaw before they make me cum, I’ll eat them out for hours." 

Not averse to the sins of the flesh, and the medicine cupboard, was our Elvis.

He was man enough, to roll over and let a girl peg him, he had been known to. "Well, if they are strong enough to flip me over, I'll go dog."

He used to hunt online; he was truly a new age boy. Party and Play? Get the girls and make them display. If they wanna show me theirs, I’ll happily show them mine. They always like it when it is inside.