I was smothering him with my tongue. Gay sex I let out a low whistle of appreciation as he stood, looking back at me. I’d have to thank Karen at work for introducing us. “I really enjoyed that. I shucked my pants and underwear in one fell swoop, wiggling my own hairless muscled booty at him. Dinner was nice. I wanted this. I was about to pull it back out, when it hit me. The sensations that filled my body from Philip’s tongue wrapping around my shaft were beyond belief. Any second thoughts he had about our little tryst were over. I could tell that I was driving Philip crazy, feeling that thick fake penis push into him over and over again.With a real cock, we’d build to a euphoric crescendo with bodies covered in sweat and bodily fluids. People in the gym called me pocket muscle because I kept my body tight.Philip drove us. This was just as much about him as it was me.
