Don’t be afraid of your own body.”I knelt between his legs. Gay sex Pressure, relaxation, nervous reactions.”He looked at me, confused. So I continued.“It’s hot. someone starts caressing you with their tongue. “Spread your legs. Your muscles tense up. His breathing was slower.I sat down next to him. to reinforce it…”I just smiled.“Sure. He was breathing unevenly.“Matt…” His voice was muffled, buried in the pillow. Methodically. that was…” He breathed heavily. that was…” He breathed heavily. exactly is rimming?”I looked at him. Then he looked at me with something between anxiety and curiosity.“And what… We didn’t say anything for a moment.Finally, he spoke softly:“I’ll say this only once: not a word to anyone. Methodically. “It feels like you’re fucking me with just your tongue.”I smiled.“Because you are.”I ran my hand down his back.Then I pulled back.He lay there in silence, completely relaxed. It’s vulnerable. Real.The first touch with my tongue was gentle. His back against the mattress, as if he were going to relax.“Ass up,” I said. So I’ll show you. “Fuck…”I sucked lightly. if you ever feel like doing it again…
