My eyes flick toward the obvious bulge in his slacks again, straining against the zipper. Somehow, I still gave him my number.On our first date, I told him, flat out, “I’m not looking for a quickie. Gay sex Every part of me. “Yes.”He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, but doesn’t pull yet. Heavy.The front of the underwear curves outward like he’s got a rolled-up sock shoved down there. When he works out at the gym, guys glance. Not a bodybuilder six-pack… Just a few inches at first, catching on his hips like even his pants don’t want to let go of him.That’s when I see it. Full. My face is already hot. I mean, I’ve seen it before. It hangs there, big and gorgeous, the head flushed a soft pink, the crown already glistening slightly with the start of arousal.His balls hang low and full, the skin tight and warm-looking, like two heavy eggs cradled beneath the thick trunk of his cock.I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip until he steps closer, the head of his dick just inches from my face.“Say hi to your husband’s cock,” Corey grins.
