I used to be the one spewing fuck talk and calling my latest prey a bitch, whore, slut, a pussy.I’m broken from my contemplating by Dalton pulling my hair and yanking my head back and ramming my ass in a staccato rhythm. Gay sex My tired muscles felt soothed, but I wish I could say the same for my ass. They want some.”“You fucker. Then I head the door open. You know that wasn’t even close to being the hardest I could fuck you.” He laughed again and pushed me up against the vanity. He falls forward on to my back, wraps his arms around to my chest and rubs my pecs.“Bro, that was fucking sick! Now, be a good boy, grab my suitcases and put them in the car.”“Fine,” I huffed as I stomped away and grabbed his bags.“Fine. Just don’t let him fall in love with you, fucker.” Jason laughed and grabbed his briefcase and I follow him out the bedroom door and into the garage.PRESENT:The shower feels good and relaxing.
