Jason shuddered. “Go sleep it off, I’ll text you later.” I mumbled something and left his house. Gay sex We would be chilling at Jason’s house in the evening or going to a burger joint and Jason would look up from his phone and say “Miguel is coming” or “Miguel wants to hang.” After a while, there was no prior warning, and Miguel would just show up unannounced in some trendy new outfit. A heavy, meaty dick that hung maybe 6 inches flaccid and a pair of balls that were round and big and completely hairless. Those were angry, stressful jerk-off sessions. The first thing I noticed was that Jason had texted me a couple of times while I was passed out. Each time, I blew a huge load all over my stomach, thick and sticky, and for a minute I’d just lay there and let it drip down my side, imagining that it wasn’t mine, but Jason’s. But then, fantasies weren’t enough. I could tell that the base of his dick had gotten even bigger, if that was even physically possible, and the veins along the shaft were even more pronounced. Miguel kept taking his cock in deeper, his mouth stretched impossibly wide to accommodate its insane girth.
