Thanks for… that. Gay sex Is he pissed?Zack’s fingers drummed on his knee, his thoughts a chaotic spiral. He slammed down harder, grinding in tight circles, Zack’s cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside him while his own cock kept smacking Zack’s abs, leaving faint streaks of precum. The cum in his belly felt like lead as he trudged to the shower, washing away the evidence but not the dread.Day ThreeThe third day dawned gray and heavy, the sky a blanket of clouds that mirrored the tension between them. Kyr couldn’t stop himself. He stroked slowly, savoring the weight, the way Zack’s breath hitched. Inside, there was a modest kitchen, a lumpy couch, and—most crucially—one large bed dominating the single bedroom. Kyr’s stomach flipped at the sight of it. This was it—his shot. He liked women—tits, curves, pussy. He thrust downward, taking Zack fully, the thickness stretching him to the brink of pain and ecstasy. Don’t fuck this up, his conscience hissed. He dove down, taking Zack’s cock into his mouth with a sloppy, wet enthusiasm—spit dripping down the shaft, coating it in slick lube as he sucked and slurped, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head.
