Painting Passion: Bobby’s Blue Brush Strokes

Leaning down he kisses me, long and deep. His smooth, pale body came into view, cock semi-hard, hairless balls hanging just right, slight beer belly overhanging his thick, luxuriant bush. Gay sex I clench instinctively while he rubs and massages, moistening his fingers with his own juice to gain partial entry, before squeezing out some lube, allowing one, two, three fingers easy access. He moves around inside my passage; “It’s warm and soft in there” he purrs, pushing in further still. He moves and enters me, cums inside almost immediately, and then collapses gently on top, breathing into me as we both slide into exhausted sleep. I have to confess, the size of the thing rather took my breath away when he first brought it out, unaccustomed as I was in those youthful days to dildos, and most other sex toys if it comes to that.He’d been a friend for a number of years (platonic but close) and we’d fallen into sex with each other during difficult times on the home-front; mine, not his. I suggested we may need quite a bit, and laughed nervously. Leaning down he kisses me, long and deep. Tucked up close, I could feel his boner hiding in his underpants, pressing against my buttocks, nice.“Do you mind?” he’d asked,

Painting Passion: Bobby’s Blue Brush Strokes

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