His menagerie of tattoos continued onto his hairy chest and back. His cock slowly grew from a limp fat curl resting on his balls into a steely rod rivalling the big flashlight under the seat of my pickup. Gay sex “Should I?” I asked myself. The feeling was so intense, all I could do was stare at the mirror over the dresser and take in the complete look of bliss on my face.His thick pipe bounced up and down, beckoning me to take a taste, but the motion on my ass made me greedy for more and I didn’t want to lose contact with his tongue. “I take it however it’s given sir.””Fuck yeah, good answer. “It’s your birthday?””Yep, the big two-five.” “Twenty-five? Even opening the stiff brocade navy curtains did nothing to lighten the mood that I could best describe as funerial. George placed his big hands on my smooth chest and sat me upright over his face. My asshole winked as if it was trying to reply in the affirmative, clearly it had seen the giant dick now residing on the other side of the wall. Twenty minutes later I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and returned my toiletry bag to my case.
