We followed the river and a path through a field with cows in, and in the middle stood a monument with an old wrought iron fence around it. The engraved stone told the story of a prince who killed his dog for attacking his son. I felt alive as his pubes tickled my arse. ‘Fuck me’ I said,‘Is that an order, Captain?’,‘Yes’,He rocked and pulled back fully and pushed back in, slowly at first then building up speed. Gay sex He moaned as his thick cock head and gold ring scraped the roof of my mouth and into the softer glutinous tissue of my throat. I was getting more practiced and determined, learning to swallow in a gulp to deter the gag reflex and breathing through my nose. The fitter one came back, his eyes pierced into mine, ‘have I missed something?’,Then he put his hand out,I’m Lawrence and this is Timothy, are you staying long?’,Timothy explained our earlier conversation and Lawrence didn’t laugh but said,‘Nice to meet you’, those piercing eyes again, ‘I’m Ray and this is my friend Don’, we half stood and shook hands, firmly as we knew they would too,‘Staying far?’,‘About 100 yards, we’ve pitched up in the pub garden’, ‘very handy’, Lawrence said and again those piercing eyes.
