It wasn’t Jonathan.Then one Saturday morning, per our usual routine, I had my coffee out on the balcony, and Jonathan came out wearing these solid blue briefs with a superhero logo on the crotch. Gay sex That was all the better for me as I devoured his man butt.I couldn’t help but lose a little bit of control as I slapped his ass and twirled my tongue in that special way that always left them breathless and begging me to slide it in. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, his hands moving to my hips to pull me close. For three months, he’s given me blue balls by ten and had me sticking my dick into some stranger or having him stick his in me by eleven. He twisted me so I was on my back. I was lost in the bliss he was giving me, the feel of his body against mine, the fleeting notion that we were making love not just fucking.“Ride me.” He growled in my ear. He leaned down, kissing me, his hips slowly humping in and out of me.His hips swerved, rotated, or just dove straight forward into me, all the while my arms held on tight to him. I turned abruptly to catch his leering stare
