Hot. My lips. Gay porn I wiped my face with my shirt and sat there for a second. Just figured he was adjusting. I’d never cruised before, but that one night kind of rewired my brain. It hit my cheek. Sweat still fresh on his neck and chest hair peeking through the collar. I barely even made eye contact. Took out my phone. Pretended I was waiting for someone.Then he spread his legs even wider. Thick. Without urgency. My palms hit the dirt. Without urgency. Neither of us looked at each other. Just joggers and dog walkers and awkward eye contact with dads.But earlier this evening, I saw him.He was sitting on a bench near the path…mid 30s, bearded, looked like he just got back from a workout. I’d never cruised before, but that one night kind of rewired my brain. Cut. I wiped my face with my shirt and sat there for a second. Fast. His hand lingered. Twice. Just expected me to followI waited ten seconds. Sat down beside him. Sweat still fresh on his neck and chest hair peeking through the collar.
