Then I felt him start to cum. Gay porn What if he was merely sleeping? He looked amazing. “Yes,” he said. Greg seemed well-rested. The cute little patch of hair at the base of his spine thickened as it trailed down into the cleavage of his ass cheeks, which themselves featured a nice frosting of brown fur. He must have spent a solid three minutes emptying into the toilet all that beer and Jager. Since the knots were concentrated in his right shoulder blade, he told me to start with the left one. From the moment he walked through my door I had trouble keeping my eyes off him. “Contented” is too weak a word, of course. He knew the answer, obviously, but wasn’t sure if it was the right one. I called his attention to the sound of his lips smacking and slobbering and to the gulps of his throat. Releasing them, he raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head.”You like my armpits?” The tone of his voice made it a question, but it could have worked as a statement.I love armpits, and I especially loved Greg’s.
