Let me think about it.” He replied, more brightly than I’d expected.“Your dick already is!” I declared as I pointed to his stiff shaft which was making its way down the leg of his paint-stained skinny work jeans.“Maybe it is.” He blushed. Gay sex I dutifully looked. I generated enough joy along his shaft to blow his mind. “You have to promise it stays between us though.”“Oh, ok. He came inside me both times. We fucked in the back of the van, covered in grime and in and around the tools. By default, I spread my, and no doubt, some of his spoof up my thighs, it was horny to think about.I lent over and kissed him on the forehead. His rugged skin tight work wear outlined his package nicely.“You do seem full,” I offered, detecting I was hardening and seeking to fire him up in the same way.“I fucken am,” he confirmed, “I’m sitting here half hard, just thinking about how horny I am. He made me swear the event would stay between us.On a roll. He remained utterly spent on the couch.“Thanks,” I said quietly.
