There stood before me was the most handsomest young man, when had he gotten so good-looking? Gay sex I squeezed tightly holding him where he stood. I took the opportunity to explore the house, the living room was just fucking awful. His nails were full of dirt and he really could do with a bath in sheep dip to get rid of the filth on him. ‘Oh no, we don’t talk like that now do we. GO!’ He sped off up the stairs, I heard doors slamming and then water running. His legs slid out from under him and he lay splayed out on his bed, ‘oh fuck, I needed that!’ He sighed. I slid my hands into the waistband and slid them down my thighs, they too were damp and made getting the fabric slightly more difficult to remove, it didn’t help my legs were really chunky not over muscular but meaty. WILL. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a monk, in my young years I’d horned it up out cruising for sex, it’s so much easier these days with Scruff and Grinder and the other hookup apps.
