you know,” I shrugged and smirked. “Horny.”His eyebrows shot up, a half-smile playing on his dimpled mouth. “Horny?” he queried me. “You’re really still horny?” He watched me shrug and shyly nod, looking down at my feet.”Aren’t you even a little bit tired?” He watched me then staring at his big round muscular butt.”Me? Gay sex . . …Tired?” I crunched my abs and flexed my pecs, then gave him a devilish smirk, “Can’t you remember being eighteen?”He stopped washing the cutlery and turned, his eyebrows furrowing. “Shit. How old do you think I even am, dude?”I burst out laughing. “Dude?” I laughed more and pointed. “Excuse me, Uncle Tom—but did you just call me ‘dude’?!”I wasn’t prepared for how quickly he turned on me, reaching for my towel. I danced away but not before his hand grabbed it free. “You little shit. … just like that.”I couldn’t believe the strength–the force of will it took to penetrate his cherry. His clamping donut resisted every inch, until finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked cheeks.”Ohhhhhhhh. . …so damn big, man!” he said. “How the hell did you take mine?”I couldn’t speak. It was like having hard cock sealed in lava. A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I thought the fucker would
