I lay there, taking his fuck, until the movement of the train and Isaiah seemed to fall into rhythm.As Isaiah fucked me, we rode west, to our freedom.2022I moved off the porch and across the yard, moving slow and carefully. Gay sex I was going to lay it on thick as molasses. Hips pumping cock into my hole, lips touching the back of my neck and shoulders. The man towered over Rev. But in that split second, I saw. I just felt Isaiah was like me. The reverend was older, rougher and more weather worn, but there were enough similarities it became obvious the guy was his son.“Fuck me,” I uttered, then looked around fearful someone could have heard the utterance.“Leroy; are you dressed?” mama yelled up the stair, and for once I was ahead of her.“Yes!” I yelled as I came to the top of the stair and looked down at her putting on her gloves.Yep, ole Leroy had gotten dressed as fast as possible. We kissed passionately, desperately, until I was on my back and Isaiah was penetrating me. I rode down to the woods below the Wiggins’ house, hid the bike, and eased through the woods until I could watch the house.
