Ian was early—as usual—so he decided to have a cigarette first, but it somewhat backfired because, with nicotine now coursing through his veins, that beast he’d been nursing inside him for the past five days was more restless than ever, and for its release there was but one vessel—the one that was in turn beginning to rear its head against the fly of Ian’s jeans.With a flick of the wrist he jettisoned the half-smoked cigarette onto the pavement, under the scornful eye of the hotel’s doorman, and texted to say he was here. Gay sex It was a pretty picture: Ian, mostly hairless and lithe as a cat, feeding mouthfuls of brown, uncut dick to his beefy sucker; he was in better shape than Ian remembered, and his sculpted buttocks, which were a shade lighter than the rest of him, flexed as he gobbled up Ian’s dick, and it was in that creamy white ass that Ian now pictured himself balls-deep…“I’m sorry but you’re gonna taste my load now,” Ian pronounced, and then: “Uunngghhh…”In one, two, three and four almost sheepish twitches, Ian’s five-day backlog of jizz was deposited into SuckMaster82’s wet, warm mouth.
