Inside the room of racked surf-boards and masses of other beach equipment he took us through an interior door into a repair shop. “Nobody works repairs on the weekend,” he said and locked the door behind him. “Who’s first?” he asked.Kent whipped his hardening dick out before I did.“Holy shit man I thought your partner was big!”“Husband,” Kent said dryly. “He’s my husband. Gay porn And Kent’s intense eye contact was going straight to my aching balls. That’s my living. From me to Daniel: If your wrist isn’t too sore to eat why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?From Daniel: I’d rather be dinner.I was laughing when Kent returned. Sadly his beautiful huge dick was floppy soft again; still magnificent and definitely beautiful but no longer jutting out determinedly. “What did I miss?” he asked flopping down next to me.I showed him the text string. “That slut,” he said laughing too.“More than the hiker or the surfing instructor?” I asked with a smirk.“You make a point. We might have reached the promised land.”We both laughed until my watch pinged that I’d received a text.From Daniel: Sorry if I’m too crass. I’d really enjoy having dinner with you two men. I’m actually pretty hungry. What time?I Siri’d back asking him how fast he
