He arrived with pizza and beer and was my new best friend. Gay sex “No, my balls are dragging on the couch and starting to hurt.” “I can fix that.” Once he said that, he flipped over on his knees. Mark lived with his brother and sister-in-law in their partially finished attic. We unloaded his car and my truck before eating. My smooth balls felt every hair on his legs as they rubbed back and forth with my thrusts. I heard the shower stop and eventually Mark appeared with the same small towel as me. I thought the liner would give me all the support I needed and keep everyone from seeing my business. Mark was an architect and was setting up his second bedroom as an office with a drafting table, file cabinets and other stuff from work so he could work from home sometimes. It closed and opened up again almost begging to be filled. He was almost as hung as me, too. He hands me my plate, picks up his towel and lays it across the couch.
