He didn’t care either. Gay porn It sank. I started to put on my socks. And that day would lead to another, and another, and I’d have to reckon with reality. He asked me if I’d ever had sex with a guy. I didn’t care that his cock had been in my ass earlier, in fact I relished the dirtiness of it. My cock was already getting hard and when I sank my knees in to the bed to join him he surprised me by taking it in his hand.“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Another round?” I said.We’d already had sex at that point, but we’d never really talked about it. Maybe that’s when I knew.“I’m pretty fucking buzzed,” he said, later. I would go to the bookstore downtown sometimes after I had too much to drink. I’d still get married someday and have kids and settle down and do all the normal things that people do.I ended up going back to his place, as I did sometimes when I was too drunk to drive home. I paid for it with just my boxers on and cum dripping down the back of my thighs.“I want you to spend the night,” he said.“Okay,” I said.
