I need to take a breath.”That’s my good boy.” Sir lifts his hand off my head and slaps my cheek 3 times.My cock swells hearing him call me his good boy. Gay sex My fucking feet are killing me. I’m in sub heaven. You won’t be having sex with anyone unless I tell you to. You’re a good fag, and deserve a reward.” Sir is still leaning back sipping his beer watching the game as he announces my reward.I dive into his crotch, lifting his low hangers with my nose to get deep into the crease of his thigh and take a deep breath of his scent, which makes my cock pulse. His tshirt is one of those shirts you love but it’s been washed too many times, but super comfortable now, so you save it for sleeping or yard work. I know this with every fiber of my being. I continue wretching and gagging around his cock, then I feel my nose touch his pubes, and I begin to pull off.”Oh no you don’t. and now look at us – you’re the pussy, and I can have you anytime I want you.
