I set down my phone and took off my towel, hanging it up in the closet. Gay sex Trent didn’t seem to be afraid of things.”You can get a little conceited,” he said, brusquely. This was the Trent-and-Josh thing. Even now in his jeans and button-down shirt, the sight of him got me going. Silky, warm, and drum-tight. Everything was looking pretty sculpted and hard and compact, and the thick blond fur on my torso was groomed and trimmed. “You fucking narcissist,” I thought. Instantly my fingers went to the back of his neck. The double mattress didn’t hold out two big bodies easily, Trent’s especially but he kind of snuggled up to me in an uncharacteristic intimacy and rested his face on my shoulder. I’d had to sweet talk him into barebacking a little over a year ago. They weren’t Trent Grayson. My buddy coughed some on my dick as he swallowed more. Munching and tonguing. My buddy had a beefy build that was something shy of a dad bod, but he was real and muscled head to toe, and his size meant he carried the mid-section girth well. Then I gripped his ass more tightly and started drilling in. We were flying to Frankfurt for the Chiefs-Dolphins game, but tacking on a few days
