Wife pulled the “we never go anywhere” card. Heavy. Gay porn He sat still, hard again beneath his pants, breathing through his nose, watching like he was watching a lesson.And maybe he was.Shawn came first—no hands—nut shooting across the cushion, crying out into the room.Jax came next. His joggers were still on, but the outline of his dick was thick and visible. He tried not to think about Jax’s tongue. “This is where it starts.”Tre’s eyes lit with something deeper than lust. Slow strokes that pushed Shawn forward with every thrust. Just a deep pull like something inside him had been opened and hadn’t closed all the way yet.The smell of sweat and cologne still lingered in the air. Shawn groaned, fists clenching into the cushions, hips pushing back without hesitation.“Fuck,” Shawn moaned, voice cracking. Let him come with a raw groan that filled the booth like a prayer whispered through gritted teeth.When it was over, Jax stood and wiped his mouth.Shawn sat there, shirt halfway off, breathing hard, chest rising like he’d just finished a run.“What the fuck was that?” he asked.Jax leaned close.“First course,” he said.And walked away.Shawn stood in front of his chair, clipper in one hand, spray bottle in the other—but his mind wasn’t here.The aftershave in the air.
