My dick was rock hard and he slapped it affectionately, saying “Excited to lick my feet, faggot?”I could tell he was a bit tipsy as under the addictive musk of his perfume and body scent, I could smell beer. “I had three beers at home, been holding it all the way here just for you, boy.” He gave me a gentle kick to the face to indicate he wanted to get up.There were a lot of people checking Han out as he made his way to the toilet area. Gay porn He mustered up enough energy to spit on my face before collapsing on top of me with a chuckle. I had tried in vain to control myself, to stop obsessing over him, but found myself glued to his instagram stories and liking them within seconds of him posting. I knew it was useless to try and text him, so I just made my way home, cheeks still burning red from shameless pride. He looked behind him quickly to check if anyone was around, and then suddenly a ball of spit fired out of his mouth and splashed into my eye, running down my cheek. “Alright, faggot?
