I just figured I’d toss them on Bradley’s secret taste-test list. Gay porn I was panting now, my cock throbbing as he worked me over.“Brad, please—” I started, but I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. He was 6’3, all muscles even his brain.“Saving it for what? “We’re fucking missionary, little bro. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be begging for more,” he growled.“Brad, fuck—” I gasped, my nails digging into the sand as he started to move. I spat out a mouthful of grit, rolled to my side, and dry-heaved until I could breathe again.The sky was too bright. “It’s called reflex, dickhead.”He leaned in, teeth grazing my jaw.“You’re into this. Shit, Dean—you’re tight as fuck. Not gonna lie, Bradley’s damn good looking, and hot as fuck. Nice cake.”I spun around, covering my crotch. “You’re into this. There was something about the way he looked at me… it made my skin crawl in a way that wasn’t just nerves.He leaned in, breath thick with vodka, eyes dark.“Relax, Dean,” he slurred. But the mushrooms and berries?
