“I wish I still had mine.” Time to move.I reached over and took hold of his towel, gently pulling it away and letting it drop to the floor. His towel twitched noticeably as his own hidden manhood responded to my attentions. Gay sex I tasted more sweetness as it dribbled out, probing his slit with the tip of my tongue, forcing him to buck and spasm as his exhausted crown became exquisitely tender. Finally letting his dick slip from my mouth, it softened and became limp in front of my eyes, a thin trail of cum hanging from the tip which I watched as if enchanted, before catching it on my tongue and rolling it over my lips. I kissed the dark scar, following it around the circumference of his shaft before leaning further in and kissing his small and perfect balls. “Sorry” he muttered apologetically, “my balls are pretty small.” I knew this to be true, as my hand had already found them beneath the skimpy towel he continued to wear in the steam-room.“Your balls are beautiful” I responded sincerely, giving them another squeeze, enjoying their tight, compact fleshiness.“I wish they were larger sometimes” he continued, as if my compliment had dissolved into the swirling steam, unheard. Looking him in the eye and pulling on his balls
