I could only whine needyly in response. Gay sex I slid my mouth further down his shaft, taking as much as I could. My cheeks were burning, but I didn’t care anymore. I’d never felt anything like this. I glance down as well and nearly cum again at the sight: my ass is stretched wide around his thick shaft, each thrust pulling out slick with my juices before driving back in. “Gotta get you ready for me.” I forced myself to unclench, and soon I felt his thick finger rubbing up and down my crack through the thin fabric of my boxers. I’d never felt anything like this. With a groan, I cum for the third time that night, adding my own fresh spurts of jizz to the mess on my belly. I grin and we exchange numbers, my hands still slightly shaking but this time out of post-sex adrenaline rather than nervousness.At the door, he gives me one last once-over, smirking at my thoroughly debauched state. My apartment smells of sweat and sex now, the air hot and heavy around us.I can’t get enough. I probably look a wreck—hair mussed, face glazed with cum, lips puffy from the rough kissing and sucking—but I feel amazing.
