But I held his head steady. Not subtle. Gay sex Decided to hit the gym before heading home. Or you a pussy?”He licked his lips. He didn’t even try to hide it. You get told “Suck my dick, bro” at least once a day, casually, in meetings. Wanna help me stretch these out?” while flexing his glutes like that’s a normal thing to say at 7 PM.It wasn’t just gym talk. Lips stretched around my dick. Didn’t stop. My cock wet and shiny. Consider it my gift.”He wrapped his hand around the base. “Why are you hard, Dan?” he said, like he was curious. “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing,” he mumbled, staring straight at the bulge in my underwear like it was about to fight him.I rested both hands lightly on the back of his head. Twice. “No one’s filming this.”“Fuck,” he mumbled around my length. “Why are you hard, Dan?” he said, like he was curious. He was still clumsy, but more confident this time. Then laughed.“Fuck it,” he said. And the second I did, he made this low sound in his throat.“You moan for dick now, Tristan?” I teased.He shook his head fast, cheeks pink.“Bro,” he said when he pulled off again, spit trailing from his lips.
