The orgasm was almost spontaneous. It was masculine and, by this point, reflecting of the subtle bodily tastes I had discovered on my journey around his “world”. Gay sex I had always told myself that licking an asshole was a dirty job. I kissed it and then licked at the sweaty moisture covering his skin. Yes. I thought to myself.Roger started to plead, “Stop! This feels too good to stop, only half way around the world.””Oh, yes,” I agreed, quickly. I flicked my tongue in and out, finding that it went in a hair’s breadth further each time. At first contact, he hissed with delight. When I entered the steam room, he was relaxed, sitting on a bench, naked, his legs wide apart, his arms spread wide over the back of the bench, his marvelous body gleaming with sweat. We looked at one another during the orgasm. He shook his still stiff cock and some cum flew off, but then he just started jacking off again as if complete refreshed.
