His praise was intoxicating, my body responding to every word, my cock leaking precum onto my stomach.But as the rhythm picked up, his words grew shorter, replaced by grunts and huffs as he found his stride. Gay sex The towel was gone, and his wet hair was slicked back, making him look like a Greek god who had just stepped out of the shower.”Don’t worry about it,” I said, waving a hand to dismiss his concern. I recognized the worn couch from the last time I had visited, and the TV that seemed to be permanently mounted to the wall. It was a strange mix of aromas, the sweetness of his skin and the musk of his arousal, but it was all him, and it was all I needed to keep my eyes locked on his movements.The position was giving him full access to my now wet and eager hole. “This heat is killing me.”Before I could respond, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of his tank top, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.
