I can call my office, and…”“Strike 2. Gay sex I finished getting ready and told him that I needed to leave a little early for work. It was damp from sweat. With his eyes, he signaled for me to remove my pants and underwear. I exhaled. He held it there, so I could feel his cock growing. “Did you wear what I told you to wear?” “Yes, sir.” “Show me.” As I opened my pants, he dropped his workout shorts to the floor. He wore a jockstrap underneath them, but his cock had escaped the pouch and was swinging freely. Love you!” “Love you too!” I smiled as I left. He raised his eyebrows and tipped his head back. When I went to bed, I set my alarm a little earlier for the next morning. The next morning, while my boyfriend was in the shower, I grabbed a pair of his underwear and slipped into them. His mouth enveloped mine in a deeply passionate kiss. I can call my office, and…”“Strike 2. I whimpered and tried to pull away, but he held firm until my arousal began to override my better judgement. His shirt was a dark red, and looked like the same synthetic material as the shorts. Knocking on his door, I rehearsed mentally what I would
