You were all up in it.”He tossed his shake onto the dresser and stepped closer. Gay sex My whole body buzzed.I didn’t hear the door open.“Dude.”My stomach dropped.I turned, frozen in place, and there he was. Just stood there, arms crossed, abs flexing as I tugged down his shorts. His hips rolled forward—hard, steady. But I was.And his underwear—those tight, gray compression briefs he wore after the gym—were right on top of the pile in his bag, still damp with sweat. Sucking your big bro’s cock?”I moaned around him.He started thrusting. His cock hit the back of my throat and he growled.“Fucking take it. That thick, musky mix of cologne and crotch sweat and body heat—raw, masculine, heady. “But if you’re that desperate for it…”He slid a thumb into the waistband of his shorts.“You want it?” he asked, watching me squirm on my knees. “Come get it.”I crawled toward him, hands shaking, knees burning against the carpet. But I was.And his underwear—those tight, gray compression briefs he wore after the gym—were right on top of the pile in his bag, still damp with sweat. He was salty.
