Yeah, wild and adventurous is the only way to describe my life. Gay sex These acts started when I was about eight years old with other kids of my own age. He would occasionally gently tug at my hairs of my chest and beard while gleaming into my eyes gifting me with a playful grin. His hands were already grabbing my ass helping me fuck his eager face. He, a cute, short, redhead who walked with confidence towards the depths of the hidden rooms with intentions of hooking a stud. Not just in my sexual endeavors, but most other ways as well. Yeah, this man was a cum hog. He entered a room. “That’s my man”, is all I moaned while he was murmuring something that I couldn’t care less about. He already had my fly unbuttoned and seemingly waiting for approval from me to touch my exposed cock and balls. “That’s my man”, is all I moaned while he was murmuring something that I couldn’t care less about. He already had my fly unbuttoned and seemingly waiting for approval from me to touch my exposed cock and balls. He took it all the way in until my bush covered his handsome face.
