His smooth, pale body came into view, cock semi-hard, hairless balls hanging just right, slight beer belly overhanging his thick, luxuriant bush. Gay sex He climbed onto the bed between my legs, his hands running from my ankles to my thighs, relishing my hairiness, cock getting harder. He’d rallied around, and one night, staying too late, he’d shared my bed and stuff had happened.Good stuff, you know, a bit of spooning in bed after we’d turned out the light, his breath on the back of my neck, a kiss, just letting me know it would be okay. I can’t even laugh, just lie there, astonished.My dick is limp, his too, so preoccupied have we both been. Minutes pass, he massages my stretched arsehole, watching as it relaxes and tightens. He lifts my balls and presses the rubbery head against my ring, pushing slightly, transfixed as the mushroom knob slides easily in, past my sphincter, sending a jolt through my body.“How’s that?”, holding steady as I accommodate the giant tool.
