His rear met my hips as he pushed back, pulling me deeper, the rhythmic thudding against the air mattress echoing.“Oh, keep at it,” he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure.My thoughts drifted to the boyhood fantasies that might be running through his head: big blond cousins with summer tans and golden treasure trails running into their cutoff jeans; supple, handsome twins fighting over turns at his holes, competing to see which could make him cum just by fucking him. But Ruth caught me, asking what I needed.“Oh, I was just looking for a glass,” I mumbled.“Are you thirsty?” Ruth asked. Gay sex And you’re surprised you got detained? Instead, the things she said about immigrants just appalled me.I’d never figure out how such a hard case had such a sweet son as Will. I was going to catch it and put it outside.”“A BUG?” Aunt Ruth exclaimed. Horny teenager stuff.”“Oh, I do,” I said, wrapping my hand around his dick, feeling him sigh at my touch. He never said exactly what had gone on in their home, and maybe he couldn’t.
