This isn’t nineteen-fifty. His hands grip my waist with enough authority to let me know I’m not going anywhere. Gay sex The toilet? Lift it! He weighs one hundred eighty-eight pounds, and I weigh a hundred and eighteen pounds. He never kisses.He nods at his dick, and I lean forward to lick the last few drips of urine from the head, then lick and suck his cock while stroking it, my fingers not fitting around his fat, heavy cock. He murmurs, “Don’t try ignoring me, Ricky. His hands grip my waist with enough authority to let me know I’m not going anywhere. I could drop dead for all he cares, and knowing that makes my stone boner get even harder as I moan, “Ooh, ummm, it feels so good…” He pounds his big, hard cock up my ass again and again and again as most of the blood in my body has relocated to my cock, and it aches so good. The usual pain ensues because once he gets inside, Wayne relentlessly pushes his engorged sex organ steadily up, up, up my ass, my tunnel of sexual delight. Resigned but secretly excited, I walked beside him, his arm across my shoulders. Wayne asked, “You bought the rubbers I told you to get, right?””They’re condoms, not rubbers.
