I stood up slowly, stroking my own cock, still slick with spit and lust.”Your cum tastes amazing,” I told him, breathless.He grinned in a haze of bliss, eyes heavy-lidded. Gay sex Steam wasn’t present, but it might as well have been, the way the soft afternoon light kissed his smooth, flushed skin. We went downstairs and talked, just like before. He invited me upstairs.We climbed the stairs chatting like we’d never missed a beat. It’s been years since I had your mouth around my cock. He’s attentive, present, generous. He moaned, his hand reaching for mine, voice husky.”Warm your hands up,” he murmured, “and feel my chest.”I did as told, gliding my palms across the tight swell of his pecs, fingers tracing the lines of his torso, feeling him react — his breath hitched, a ripple of shiver danced under my touch. I can still feel it.” I Ubered to his place and knocked.He opened the door with that same easy, boyish grin.
