I lean on my forearm and turn my head. He’s unmoved, his member still inside. Gay sex He slaps it casually. I feel his boner through his pants, undo his zipper, get hold of his uppity dick. “Is this love?” I ask. He’s groaning again, squeezing his dick for the last drop, squeezing again. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me this appreciative look. He fondles my penis appreciatively. “You seem to know what I want,” he states casually as he enters the room. He follows my eyes. I feel his boner through his pants, undo his zipper, get hold of his uppity dick. He’s groaning again, squeezing his dick for the last drop, squeezing again. He’s ready.The room explodes in a yell, my yell, I realize a split second later, as lightening is striking my abdomen. “Better?” he asks. “Better,” I say. A casual spit in the direction of my anus, another casual spit onto the jonny. “Is this love,” I ask again. He’s black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks.
