I don’t think anyone else in the world can make me laugh as much as he can.We had a flight back to Boston on Sunday evening, the night before the Labor Day holiday (September 4). I looked up into his deep-set blue eyes, and I just nodded politely and smiled back. Still no words spoken between us, the God of Amsterdam motioned to the Dutch-language sports drink he was gulping down, and he offered me some. Gay porn Oh, WOW.With all the other men watching, I fucking lost my mind, standing there bold naked as the God of Amsterdam spread my hairy butt cheeks apart. Some muscular young hunk from what’s now called Iran, or Turkey, or some place near there. Darren’s folks paid for almost everything, and I was (and still am) so grateful, because the whole trip was just amazing. It was so intense we really couldn’t kiss any longer, because I was riding the God of Amsterdam up and down like a fucking horse. all roaming around horny and naked or near-naked. So we wanted to make the last couple of days really count. Never before had I wanted it so bad as this.He tilted his head quick to one side, grinning, as if to say “follow me.” And he crouched
