In the way that told me he’d think about this every time he closed his eyes for the next week. Gay sex He didn’t even try to hide it. Call me a relic, Tristan. You know the type.He joined Whitestone Ridge Capital last year. It’s not subtle when you’re showering in open stalls or stripping next to someone mid-conversation about hedge ratios. “You want some protein? I swear to God I almost lost it right then.He pulled off, panting. His eyes didn’t change. “Finish this first.”He leaned back in. This time, I let the thrusts go deeper. Like this was a joke we were both in on. Don’t be so precious about it. Made him look up at me. At one point, he was spotting me, hands on my waist, and slapped my ass when I finished the last set.“You like that, old man?”I looked at him. I told him about the one I go to. Like he didn’t know whether to let go or squeeze harder.“That’s the blood flow,” I said. Not rough. But sure. “Still got an ass.”I froze. Wide. Not rough. Hot men make my dick hard. Be a man and suck it like you mean it.”He laughed.
