His hands grasped the back of my head as he guided my rhythm, he arched his back away from me as I touched his smooth ball sack nestled tightly into his groin with perfect size balls almost bursting to get out. Gay sex I followed him inside as we continued to talk as he slid out of that Lycra, holy crap he was a chiseled statue, his back turned toward me his ass cheeks so smooth and fine, I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I resisted as I waddled out of my oversized hockey attire. I continued to sit there as my buddies were leaving, as I watched him take the ice once again, this time only him by himself. I always perform my pre game routine, I’m always early, I fully dress, except for my skates, and walk or jog the stands, just an old superstitious routine. But, thinking back, it may have actually been on purpose, anyway I fell my head into his shoulder, his arm grasping my shoulder tighter to keep me from falling and his hand in my waistband now slipped further in as he grabbed at my bare ass cheek in his hand trying to set me back up straight, as my head came off
