He knew about the pain, but it’d been pain he’d inflicted rather than received. Gay sex Greg’s shaft followed, penetrating slowly but surely. He felt his biceps shaking as he raised his arms. Or maybe longer? He was a gay top. “Sure, man, any time.”As Darren showered, his dick almost hard, he was hoping for Greg to join. Darren grabbed Greg’s butt cheeks as the muscles rippled with each squirt.Panting and heaving, Darren and Greg held each other tight, not able to separate. Greg’s shaft followed, penetrating slowly but surely. But now it was the blond guy’s body hair and uncut dick that he’d been focusing on and lusting for.Again, Darren reflected on how well New York City suited. Was there any chance? Was he going to get fucked? He was met by a pair of greenish-blue eyes and blond beard. Greg’s eyes were glazed as he drove into the tight tunnel, feeling his nuts churn with the urgency to unload. Was there any chance? The guy didn’t look gay or effeminate. Thick and hairy thighs and legs. Reaching down to rub his hardness inside his sweatpants, he arched his back, still with eyes closed, fantasizing about how big the blond dude’s dick would get when erect.
