I have to. Gay? Gay sex He is avoiding looking at me.How can I answer such a question? He is breathing hard, trying to settle.“That was beautiful, baby,” he moans. I have to explore.“Touché,” he smiles nervously. Your ass is made for me. I know that the look on my face must be a reflection of what I am feeling inside: lust; need; unstoppable desire for Ben.Ben pulls away the towel and stands naked; I swoon as I watch. Damn my wishful thinking!“Yea, dirty habit.” I always use this as an excuse, whenever I feel that I need to justify my smoking. It’s big and delicious and hard and deep in my body. Baby, Ron. God! Grabbing her feminine ass. I’m thinking. But I am delirious. Besides, we wouldn’t have to step outdoors to smoke. Ben seems to want to get laid. I guess most everyone in the office is aware of my sexual orientation although I don’t advertise it. The taste is strange, pungent, but I wallow in it. Besides, you have brought up the subject. Fuck, I am so ready.As he places his cock knob at my hole, Ben gazes at me. Or am I reading too much into it?
