“I’m not posing.” I watched him lift his shirt. Gay sex His hands went to the waistband of his jock then stopped. I admired his svelte toned body, the soft lines of his muscles and those kissable apple red nipples. I climbed on top of him, my cock sliding perfectly into the folds of his boy hole. It had been some years since I had ever eaten pussy, but this was no pussy. “Fuck me.” I saw Stephen throw his head back in pleasure. I was kissing him good night in building foyer, my hand was resting comfortably on Stephen’s cute bottom. I kissed and licked, driven by Stephen’s filthy encouragements. He kissed me, a brief peck on the lips. “You know when a man is standing before you in his boxer shorts, the last thing he wants to hear is laughing.”“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Stephen bent down, taking his boots off. Just as I was resolved that I had ruined it, a message would come to ease my fears.We met at a little quiet cafe that was close to where we lived. “It’s nice to finally have a name to go with face.” I finally said, trying to break the ice.“Yeah.” His smile was sweet.
