His thighs were shaking now, his grip on the counter turning his knuckles white. There was something utterly erotic about watching him eat, his massive forearms flexing with every movement, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow. Gay sex With a smirk, I stood up, my own little rebellion against the bratty remark. He bent down to tie his shoelaces, his biceps bulging with the movement. They both stood up, and the kitchen felt like it had just lost its gravity, the space between us seemingly warping around their massive forms. He probably expected me to pick up the pace, to give him the kind of intense blowjob that had him seeing stars, but I had other plans. But this was no prizefight. His sweatpants, bless them, didn’t stand a chance against the beast that was Henry’s manhood. It was the kind of question that didn’t need an answer, but the look in his eyes told me he liked that I’d asked.”You know it,” Zac said, his voice gruff.So, I did just that.
