“Bring on the boogie”. Gay sex Then on the eve of Christmas along comes Alex Mandon.“Well at least it has stopped raining”. Brad replied, smoking his roll up. I lied when I said I didn’t fancy you. I’m a lover not a fighter. A tightness around the edges of his blue eyes that were usually so bright and sparkling.The 2 boys sat down on Smithy’s bed. All he knew was he went to university in Manchester for a couple of years, came back and started a job almost instantly. Smithy said suddenly.“Your what?” Exclaimed Brad in alarm. Though it didn’t feel like Christmas, the weather was rainy and unseasonably warm, not cold and frosty with snow deep and crisp and even like in the songs or stories written about Christmas, thank fuck for that. He opened his eyes and looked at Brad who was close to his own climax.“Come on, cum for me Daddy”.Brad thrust deeper into the man underneath him. “I’m so close.
