A full mouth too, no doubt—seasoned, sure of itself.I felt strangely comfortable with the idea of an old wise man. Gay sex A few moments of bliss, and then suddenly I was back in the room—vulnerable, ticklish, twitching, giggling. But my body gave him the hint that it wasn’t working, so his hand drifted down and back through the crack that separated the sheet from the door frame.A longer hit put me in hyper-focus mode. I was getting pulled into the sheet, as if I were being drawn through a portal towards a blissful nothingness.I felt the cum rising, making its way out of my cock. Tom. That’s no sign of age.While he sucked, I heard his deep nasal breathing — paired with spa music, curling incense, and wandering hands. A mysterious, but sensual interaction between mouth and cock. As I walked a few steps through a clean, almost empty corridor, I got a whiff of faint incense and the low sound of spa music coming from another room. I took off my jacket, and then I heard, “Hallo… Welcome.” The voice had a distinct German accent, but there was a raspiness to it.
