My knees sink into the cushions on either side of his thighs as I hover over him. Gay sex “You might want to clean up… or maybe not,” he teases, wiping a smudge of his cum from my collarbone with his thumb. My legs are wobbly and I wince a bit as I stand—my ass definitely feeling the aftereffects of its first thorough pounding. That sound made me jump; my heart leapt into my throat. “Relax,” he murmured. The idea should have weirded me out. But it was the second pic that did me in: a close-up of a massive cock gripped in a big hand. I’m sobbing with pleasure, tears of ecstasy gathering in my eyes from the intensity. My gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans—it looked even larger in person, straining against the denim. My cock twitched violently, drooling pre-cum onto the inside of my shorts.He hooked a finger under the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down. I’d never consciously thought about guys like that before. If you’d told me a year ago I’d be on my floor with a man’s cum all over my face after begging him to fuck me, I would have thought you were insane.
