He kissed me again — deep, slow, his hand sliding down my stomach to grip my cock. It had blown the doors wide open on our friendship. Gay sex “You’re hot. He kissed me again — deep, slow, his hand sliding down my stomach to grip my cock. His mouth moved down, his tongue swirling around my hole, and I could feel him smiling against my skin.The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He looked obnoxiously chill for a guy who had just done unspeakably amazing things to his best friend.“You’re not freaking out?” I asked.“Nah.” He grinned, brushing sweat-slick hair off my forehead. “Yeah… yeah, I’m good,” I lied, because who the hell was I kidding? You were horny. He looked obnoxiously chill for a guy who had just done unspeakably amazing things to his best friend.“You’re not freaking out?” I asked.“Nah.” He grinned, brushing sweat-slick hair off my forehead. His breathing was loud, uneven — like he’d just run a marathon and then kissed me senseless. His cock was everywhere inside me, filling me up in ways I hadn’t even known were possible.But it wasn’t just about the sex.
