As I did that, I squeezed more lube on my fingers. Gay sex I smiled as I reached fpr the wrist restraint, and carefully buckled it around his hairy wrist. Lube would be needed, and apparently Brock was always prepared, because a tube was conveniently within reach. Besides, every man I’ve been with has always had the option to say no.I was sure happy, when he began pulling clothes off that big sexy body. That way if I disappeared at least there would be someone who knew where to look.Brock gave me his address, since we both drove to the Hole that day.I pulled up to a well kept Old Victorian. ” Dude, I;m not here to critique your home.” I waggled my heavy red brows at him. Is my dick working your hole what you dreamed of?” He shivered under me, and the back of his neck reddened. I snagged the lube and spreading those wonderful full cheeks, I squeeezed some onto his tiny slit. Brock let out a mini roar when I connected. I unceremoniously pulled out of him with a slurp. It gives a psychological advantage. He almost had a look of relief on his face. On the other hand I wasn’t too keen on him knowing where I lived.
