He lay down on his back, still between my legs and started stroking some more. I was getting closer to cumming by the second. Gay sex He kept adding a little more pressure as my head fell back to the bed.Fuck this was feeling amazing, my hole was trying to open around the head of his cock but he wasn’t pushing hard enough to get the tip in, just enough to elicit a slightly louder moan.I started to stroke again, not wasting all this pleasure. The loudest was, “fuck that feels good” the next loudest was, “I hope he brought a condom.” Unsure of what was going through his head, I didn’t want to ask for a condom and have that be the green light to turn this into sex. In the first conversation lul he asked, “Is there anything you want me to do to help you get off?”I just wanted to nut and get to sleep, I didn’t need a whole production, “This works for me, what about you?”There was a pause.“Well, there is one thing, it might sound weird, but it’s fun and feels good,” he said shyly.“What is it?” I asked, trying not to laugh.“Have you ever taken part in frotting?” he asked.“What’s that?”“It’s like naked grinding, simulating sex
