It was a smorgasbord old piss, sweat, a faint whiff of ass crack, but over everything else, the funk of glandular secretions, that musky, earthy scent of a sexually active young military airman.I would hold those boxers in a wad beneath my nose and breath in the smell as my mind replayed that encounter – him catching me as I tried to steal his shorts from a basket of laundry, then leading me into his kitchen where he instructed me to drop my shorts and bend over. Gay porn As I sucked and licked and bobbed I tasted a steady flow of precum. I pulled the coffee table out of the way as he pulled off his shorts and spread his legs wide. This is a work of fiction. Now, get out of my townhouse.”I got to my feet and started to turn and leave when he snarled, “Put the fucking coffee table back where you found it, faggot!”I slid the coffee table back into position.
