Then spent and satisfied, Paul would turn off his night light and sleep until it was time to start the cycle all over again.When he learned that Dexter was being paroled, Paul broke out into a sweat and his hands trembled so badly that he could neither finish his evening meal nor his nightly masturbation. Safe. Gay porn I can find someone else to screw. And Dexter saved himself, wanting the virginal ass – and sooner rather than later. It had all been a fantasy. He hadn’t meant to say that. . The ropy muscles with the veins popping out, the rock-solid meat inside giving them no place else to go.The thought of what was there under the prison uniform, plus what was in those letters, had sustained Paul for months of solitary masturbation. He also was stroking his cock – which was growing in size, although Paul hadn’t thought that was possible.’You bring rubbers?”Yes. This definitely wasn’t fantasy. . You either do or you get done. Then, crowned, but without lubricant or any other preparation, Dexter pulled Paul up to his hands and knees, hunched over his pelvis, and brutally thrust his dick at Paul’s hole again and again and again, until he was in, past the sphincter, into the tight, previously
