My body writhed as he continued to squeeze and massage my cock, his head falling back against the mattress. “You know, I could…take care of you,” he said, his voice thick, his eyes looking down my body where skin and fabric met. Gay sex Maybe for him it was.“Salud,” he said, raising his cup. Soft. His eyes burned with heat but his smile was kind. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” was my shaky response. Before long she returned with six blue festival wristbands. As I lay there, I tried to process the fact that I’d had two of the best orgasms of my life today just from Bryson touching me. “That was…that was hot.” “Fuck,” I exhaled, looking for better words and finding few. His face was serene, motionless save for the faintest twitch above his left eyebrow, and for a moment I wondered if he was dreaming. After I felt I’d got him nice and warmed up, I dragged my tongue slowly up his shaft. You’re kind of a mouthful,” he flashed a devilish grin.“Uh, you should try sucking that monster you’re packing,” I teased back.“Yeah, I’m honestly so much more impressed now,” he laughed, settling back into position.
