That jockstrap left nothing to the imagination—his cock was throbbing, his skin flushed, and when he ground down against mine, we both let out a sharp breath.“Miss me?” he asked.I laughed, rough. Filthy.“You’re taking me so well,” I groaned. Gay porn Confident. Hard. His head fell back, sweat beading down his neck, lips parted in bliss.I watched, mesmerized, as he rode me.This wasn’t awkward. His leg was still hooked around mine, his jockstrap hanging off one thigh, and his smile was lazy and smug.“So…” he said after a minute, voice wrecked. He gasped, his legs shaking, his cock bouncing against his abs, leaking pre-cum like a damn faucet.“Dan—fuck—don’t stop,” he cried.“Not a chance.”I sat up, wrapped my arms around him, and flipped us, pressing him flat onto the mattress without ever pulling out. “Every night before bed.”I turned my head, grinning. Tight, black, hugging his ass, the strap cutting under those soft cheeks like it was made for him. “You’re not real.”He smirked. And then I felt it—him lining himself up, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance.“You sure?” I asked, my voice hoarse.He looked me dead in the eyes.
