He held me tightly by the hips, digging his fingers into my skin. Gay sex “There’s something about it. “But I’ve never been.”Tyler leaned back on his knees, leaned forward and said,“Well, maybe it’s time to find out what you really like.”I didn’t answer. I looked at the screen, then at him. His voice was calm. I was all his.Tyler started moving—slowly, confidently, pushing deeper with each thrust. Classes ended quickly, and Tyler just said he was going “somewhere on campus” and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. No sweetness, no tenderness. The pace increased, sweat mixed with our breath. What could I say? He touched it. I moaned quietly.Then I heard the door click.I opened my eyes.Tyler was standing in the doorway. Curious.I shrugged, pretending everything was under control. He took a chair, moved it away from the desk and pulled it closer to my bed. At the screen, where two guys were just starting a new round, this time one kneeling on his elbows with his dick pressed tightly between his buttocks.“So this is what turns you on?” he asked. Without hesitation, he also pulled down his pants and boxers. He took a chair, moved it away from the desk and pulled it closer to my bed.
