I’m a nice guy. Gay sex Well, here we go. Who keeps a roll of duct tape in their truck’s cab? I thought his truck was stupid. His hand was on the back of my head while I was sucking his fat little cock. But he kept rattling around somewhere and I couldn’t keep my mind where it needed to be. Before I could get him to finish, he pulled my head back by a handful of my hair. No breaking this much. I love your…! Thick, wide sticky tape. Suddenly I’ve got an angry cowboy grabbing at me and pinching my arms back behind my back. “What the fuck?””You don’t like my truck? Who keeps a roll of duct tape in their truck’s cab? Who keeps a roll of duct tape in their truck’s cab? Well, here we go. He leans over and wraps more tape around my knees, binding my legs together. Thick, wide sticky tape. It was suppose to be a quick little blow and go in his big Pickup truck. “Fuck!”The seatbelt pulls across my chest. “What the fuck?””You don’t like my truck? The feeling of it over my cheeks and my lips is very real.
