“Ow, that’s sore bro,” he admonished me. His pungent crotch odour was delectable and as I licked, I inhaled the splendour of his masculinity. Gay sex As I began smearing my dick- head against his entrance, Pier began to object.“Relax buddy, I’m just massaging your hole,” I informed him. On a Monday morning, a very light trickle from a closed bathroom faucet had turned into a steady flow. As I began smearing my dick- head against his entrance, Pier began to object.“Relax buddy, I’m just massaging your hole,” I informed him. Kneeling behind him I observed Pier’s hairy bubble-butt. Before he retrieved his toolbox from his pickup, I showed him my coffee machine and told him to make himself at home once the job was done. Before he retrieved his toolbox from his pickup, I showed him my coffee machine and told him to make himself at home once the job was done. I again held still for a short while before asking, “Must I pull out?”He uttered a very faint, “No.”“Are you sure, bro?” I questioned.A feeble, “Yes” followed.“Do you want me to fuck you?”“Mmmm… yes, please, please fuck me,” he stammered, timidly.No second invitation was needed.
