This implication, this understanding, was conveyed in Nick’s expression. Gay sex I was here for topping only. But I didn’t move his hand. Trust me. His hair was thinning, and based on the house and the pictures, I imagined he worked as a data analyst or some other boring consultant job. I groaned, my mouth agape and nearly drooling. She’s only got her toys to get off from when it’s not my dick (toys that I happen to borrow when I’m feeling adventurous). So, we were going to cozy up, light the fireplace, have a few drinks and let the time pass with my folks. And when there was a group? Nick was spewing a string of his own encouragement as he worked up his load. “Take this dick…stupid fucking hole…nasty fucking…dumb…shithole…fag…fucksleeve…God, this pussy is the best. They practically squirted out into my mouth. Most of us had that shared understanding. I then leaned back to catch my breath. I did. He gave a long, deep groan and plunged as deep as he could into Alan’s ass. That rush of an incoming tidal wave. Alan calmed himself but was still panting. But judging by the way Alan could take a cock like that in one thrust without passing out, I was pretty sure that Alan’s
