I looked at my skinny frame as my t-shirt hung off me, glad I started going to the gym and beefed up a bit since then.I put the photo on the dashboard and lay back in my seat. “Shit,” he shouted hitting the seat, the car shaking. Gay sex He just sat staring at it, gripping his phone tight, his knuckles turning white.He turned to me, “You take dick don’t you?”I was taken off guard. “Fuck dude,” he laughed, “Lube and condoms in the car, classy move.’ He picked up the condom box before I could get there, shaking it, “Must be good with the ladies as well, it’s almost half empty.”“Not quite.” I laughed awkwardly, grabbing the box and shutting it away.“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.I blushed, “I’m gay, so no ladies.”Ryan laughed, “Oh cool man, cool. I could hear the clack of his fingers as he started typing. There was no foreplay. He wasn’t rough entering me, but wasn’t gentle either. But I was definetly turned on.I lowered my seat and began pulling down my trousers, turning, leaving my ass exposed to him. He started to push it in. As I unfurled the blanket a small card fell out. The picture was a few years old now, from a family holiday
