He didn’t move. Gay sex He stayed deep, buried to the hilt. “You think any of those other frat boys could fuck you like this?” he sneered.I whimpered.“Answer.”“No…no one…just you…”“That’s fucking right.”He pulled out.My hole pulsed, leaking spit and precum, gaping open.“Turn over,” he said.I flipped onto my back, legs still dangling. Jace.” I gasped, hands clawing the sheets.He drove in halfway, thick and brutal. Look at you. My boxers followed. Felt it twitch.“Yeah,” he muttered, watching me. The bed shook. His whole body shook.Spurt. I want to be the first to stretch that hole.I’d been hard ever since.So I knocked on his door. “You’ve been dreaming about this since the day you saw me. “But you? I instantly knew you wanted this cock so bad..”Smack. “I wanted it…I still want it..”“Say it.”“I want your cock, Jace.”He thrust harder. His shorts hung low enough now that the tip of his cock was pushing out against the fabric. Jace.” I gasped, hands clawing the sheets.He drove in halfway, thick and brutal.
