For a second I worried he was cumming.His eyes were wide as I straddled him. I started kissing him again. Gay porn On another it was degrading. Even so, part of me was worried about tomorrow. Didn’t we need lube?”Get ready,” he said.”Go slow, okay? I took off my clothes and assumed the position on the floor. “I’m so close,” he rasped. I massaged him all over and then asked him to flip. About halfway through, he said how drunk he was. I returned to his cock. And that’s the truth.Capturing all these memories has been cathartic. Their relationship ended abruptly and he moved back to our college town. But of course this sort of thing wasn’t really imaginable back when we were in college.I got a text from him a couple of months ago. I feigned disgust but could have cum right then and there. He was moaning with my cock in his mouth, adding vibration to the sensations of warmth and wetness. He’d kicked his shoes off. I always felt just a little bit guilty about this.
