Yes, they definitely did. When things were bad or I was depressed, I’d get stoned and then just go out on my bike for like three hours, down random roads until I was totally lost. Gay sex And this huge urge comes barreling up inside me: OH GOD TREVOR PLEASE FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME I WANT IT SO BADLY PLEASE FUCK ME!!!! I love you.” He nods slowly and a few moments later, he sniffles his nose gently. When things were bad or I was depressed, I’d get stoned and then just go out on my bike for like three hours, down random roads until I was totally lost. And it’s uncircumcised with a lot of foreskin, which fascinates me. I got all kinds of good downtempo tunes like this. He grins and runs a hand through his thick shaggy overgrown dark brown hair and I notice he’s trimmed up his beard. This is a Fleet enema. His dick is semi soft but when I start stroking it he goes crazy. I hug myself for a minute. “Trevor… This is feel-good time.” I can’t help grinning wickedly at him as I say it, though. “Fuck, you’re sensitive!” he says, chuckling in that low rough voice of his.
