Andrews Cross with spread legs and raised arms. Gay porn Saturday morning finds the three of us sitting around Buck’s kitchen table sipping our first cup of coffee. I use my hands and rub my dickhead across his temples poking his head and his ears. He raises his head slightly and uses one of his hands to guide my cock toward his mouth, kisses the head, then pushes his nose between my ball sack and my hairy leg and sniffs and licks, wetting the leg hairs and inhaling my crotch musk, the tip of his tongue snaking out to swab my hanging balls and sucks one into the warm interior of his mouth and plays with it before spitting it out. He releases my dick and looks up at me to speak, “Does this make me gay?” His innocence is so fucking charming, almost like a school boy to his teacher. “No Tony – I sure hope not, you’re still the kick ass cop you’ve always been, the one that turns chicks heads whenever they spot you with your long muscular legs wrapped around the motor of your Harley.
