Ron wasn’t fucking me, he was making love to me, and fuck it felt so good. I stood up and moved to the fallen tree and bent over and put my hands on it. Gay porn I tried to keep focus but my brain wasn’t cooperating, it was short circuiting in such an amazing way. It felt nice, like it belonged there. A part of my brain kept telling me this was way too gay, but it felt right. It was more than that we were best friends. I climbed over Ron in a sixty-nine and we began sucking dick. I parked, and then went into the house. He was soon pressed up against my ass. There wasn’t anything you could call a trail, so we followed what looked like a deer path. That hurt, but I thought I deserved it and tried to brush it off like there wasn’t this sudden wedge between us and gave a stupid answer of ,’to go camping’. I let my tongue chase across his lips and teeth in search for any that was left.
