I like him, a lot. He, my dick, objects as a matter of principle. Gay sex Jason senses this, raises his butt, and releases my hands.“Fuck me, Ed,” he manages to breathe out, raising his butt halfway up my cock shaft, his hands on my hairy chest, supporting him.That’s what I’ve been waiting for. I lean at the counter watching Jason as I wait for the water to boil. I pat him and stroke him a little. When I feel his tongue touch my balls, I almost scream. I have thick pubes and hairy balls and crack. I bet Jason notices that, but it could also be my wayward imaginative mind. I lick down his smooth chest and get onto his dick. I am so upset with my being so crass, so vulgar.After an interminably long pause, Jason takes in a deep breath, and, without taking his eyes off my face, he whispers, “Yes.”Yes? he says.Jason snickers back, kissing and licking the inside of my thigh, his hands massaging my legs and the sides of my hips all the time.
