Henry let out a long moan which told me I was doing the right thing. The head of his cock was now very smooth and thin slippery fluid was oozing out of it. I would get to excited and distracted I could barely function. Gay sex I hurried after him but he now seemed distracted. At first I thought maybe he was peeing in my mouth but it was slippery and tasted like salty butter. Henry was not a super good looking guy or anything, late 30’s, decent build from a lifetime of hard physical labor, jet black hair, big moustache, very hairy chest. The following weekend we were painting at the house and I was holding the ladder for him while he was painting the underside of the roof. it was literally only a few inches away! I love it.” He leaned in close and whispered “ Tell me you want me to fuck you or I will stop” I begged him “Henry please fuck me! He had moved silently and was standing by the head of my bed, completely naked. That night Henry asked me if I liked the way his dick looked.
