He was short but muscular—not in an overbuilt way, though. Gay porn I was so much into everything in New York City, where I was an assistant professor in theater arts at NYU. He was more beautiful than handsome like this, and I cupped his chin, tipped his face up, and took possession of his lips. He crowned me with the condom and sat in my lap, on my cock. “It usually isn’t that persistent or dousing in Tokyo in the summer.”“I enjoyed that too,” I answered. He was leveraging off his hands, his arms on either side of my shoulders and on his feet, his legs bent and planted on either side of my knees. I was feeling at bit out of sorts, caused I think by an aura of being isolated. He placed his hole against the bulb of my cock and slowly moved his hips forward, ever so slowly impaling himself on me, making me shudder with every millimeter of me that disappeared inside him. None of it in anger or assertion of domination. I liked it; the almost ritual nature of it aroused me.We both were panting lightly and groaning and moaning in low tones, as he lifted and rolled his buttocks up.
