I slid my hand down, palmed the bulge in his jeans, and stroked him through the fabric. That same shocked look on his face, like he couldn’t quite believe it happened twice. Gay sex We laughed into each other’s mouths, still moving, still hard, still hungry for more and kissing like we’d been lovers for years.We switched positions like it had all been choreographed in some shared dream. Our tongues stayed connected even when our eyes couldn’t. My tongue slid forward, gentle at first, just to see, and his tongue met mine without hesitation.That kiss in the hallway shattered the last of any resistance. Calum was off living his glamorous, jet-setting work life while I was mentally dry-humping nostalgia and thinking about Milan like it was salvation.I did not envy Calum for all his travels and the realisation of his lifelong dream, but I did feel a little bit of resentment that I was stuck exactly where I’d never wanted to be.Then, out of nowhere, Robert messaged me on a lesser-known fuckapp.The first thing that struck me was the Canadian flag and a massive, uncut dick.
