I swallowed greedily, loving the taste of him, the salt and sweetness, the essence of years apart. He didn’t put his shirt back on — and I couldn’t stop staring at his chest, still warm, still perfect.We swapped numbers this time. Gay sex “Good,” he said, voice rough with arousal — turned on by the way I took every drop.Still naked, he patted the bed beside him and said he’d grab a towel. We went downstairs and talked, just like before. He moaned, his hand reaching for mine, voice husky.”Warm your hands up,” he murmured, “and feel my chest.”I did as told, gliding my palms across the tight swell of his pecs, fingers tracing the lines of his torso, feeling him react — his breath hitched, a ripple of shiver danced under my touch. He warned me with a sharp inhale and then—Hot, thick cum exploded into my mouth. And he always makes sure I get off too. I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing through me, hot cum exploding across my stomach and chest.
