“Allan,” I said, my voice teasing but warm, “did you just…?”He looked at me, his lips parting as if to speak, struggling to find the words he needed. His head tilted back, his wide eyes meeting mine, filled with something more than nervousness—it was need. Gay sex When his palm met the thick slab of striated muscle, he hesitated for just a moment before pressing lightly against me. Then, guided by some unspoken instinct, he took me into his mouth.The first touch was electric, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as his lips locked on to me. “You had fun, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice low but steady.Allan blinked, his lips parting as if he wasn’t sure how to respond, but then he nodded, almost shyly. “I’m not— I mean…” he stammered, his voice trailing off as his blush deepened.I decided to push him a little further, leaning back and casually stretching one leg out in front of me.
