I couldn’t tell whose hands were who’s. Gay sex “How’s my cowboy?!” Cowboy was attached to my Daddy like a koala bear to a tree, legs wrapped around the bigger man, hugging him tightly, outwardly kissing one another. Al’s big hand held my face, and then he sat up and brought his hard cock to my mouth. But he was still in shape, still fit even though it looked like he enjoyed food and beer.Al and Cowboy were leaning over the counter chatting quietly, Cowboy resting his elbows on the counter with his chin in his hands staring at Al, who already had a glass of whiskey in his hand even though it was only 8am, a beer in front of Hank. And what he did to me was literally fuck the cum out of my body in the slowest, drawn out way I could ever imagine.I shook out my orgasm spastically, grunting loudly as my body rocked the entire bed.
