It dropped onto his chest and my tongue darted after it. Even at noon the five o’clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby player neck all the way past his adam’s apple. Gay sex I plunged forward, really rutting him now, feverish in my need to get off. Finally I dove in, tasting his funky ass lips and driving my tongue between them.This caused him almost to shriek. I collapsed onto him as he held me tightly, our panting bodies stuck together with sweat and come. “About what?” I asked. He throbbed in my throat as my nose pressed into his bush.As I built up a steady sucking rhythm, slowly pulling my tight lips halfway up his shaft and them plunging back down, he grunted and groaned. The hair made them look more masculine and rugged.”I don’t know,” he said, “you tell me.” He reached into his shorts to pull out the bottom of his shirt. I rubbed my hand on his solid shoulder.
