I think I knew what he was getting at but needed to be sure.“And did you like it?”, I asked, daring to hope that I knew the answer already.“Not at first” he confessed, a look of wry amusement on his face. We’d done it often enough as kids so didn’t think twice about it; that is until the next morning when I awoke to find him snoring happily beside me with a big fat erection nestled happily in the dark carpet of fur which covered his stomach.We’re both well into our 40s now and had always been close; we’d even “fooled around” a bit in those tumultuous teen years when hormones go crazy and an erection could (and did!) arrive at any hour of the day or night. Gay porn I put a hand on each cheek, softly massaging them while every so often spreading them apart to catch a glimpse of his tight pink ring, nestled amongst the riot of jet black fur that made a forest of his butt crack.
