“Shit, sorry” I mumble. Gay sex My mind keeps screaming no, but my cock seems to disagree as I awkwardly shuffle up the narrow staircase. Alfies room is pretty much what I expected, a cluttered mess that stinks of teenage boy, dirty socks and boxers litter the floor, his large bed in the centre of the room unmade. You loved my little game… “First of all” I whispher as my hand presses against his firm chest, his t shirt feels damp against my hand. My entire face rubs around the warm fabric of his ripe pit, I push mybface into it hard, needing more. “You sir… The spit somehow lands directly in my mouth. “Proper little piggy ain’t ya?” He teases, my answer is muffled as I moan into his pit. Eventually I pull my shorts back over my wet, puckering hole and bury my shame deep inside. “You did… My mind keeps screaming no, but my cock seems to disagree as I awkwardly shuffle up the narrow staircase. Alfies room is pretty much what I expected, a cluttered mess that stinks of teenage boy, dirty socks and boxers litter the floor, his large bed in the centre of the room unmade.
