Our lips were close—almost too close.“You’ll get what I give you when I say you’ve earned it,” I said.“Yes, Sir,” he whispered. Gay sex Step by step.”I stepped back, took another pull from the cigar, and let the silence stretch. Wanted me. The kind of connection men don’t talk about, but feel in their gut.And I felt it too.We reached the trailhead by late afternoon, the Impala kicking up dust as I cut the engine. “I knew it’d be tough. I moved in, guiding his grip with one of mine, wrapping around his wrist. Move when I say. Step by step.”I stepped back, took another pull from the cigar, and let the silence stretch. No breakfast. I let the cigar hang from my mouth, one hand steadying his head, the other gripping the base of my shaft as he worked deeper. I just let her sit back and enjoy our cigars.Watching him smoke that cigar, I realized how far the boy had come. “Use me, Sir.”I lost it.My hips snapped forward, slamming into him again and again.
