Deep.Darren’s cherry was finally broken. He stepped onto the treadmill and started slow, his muscles beginning to relax. Gay sex Greg’s eyes were glazed as he drove into the tight tunnel, feeling his nuts churn with the urgency to unload. He lay back as Greg stood above him, towering, looking down at him. What had been amazing for Darren was the color of the head and body hair. His heart raced but he didn’t dare turn around to see who it was, hoping against hope that it would be Greg. It had always been his role to make this kind of move, to grab the guy, to turn him around, to bend him over, and to fuck his brains out. He’d wondered about that a lot and the few times when the men he’d been with offered to finger him or rub their dick inside his crack, he’d refused.Darren was gay, that was for sure. Darren froze. He felt his hole twitch. Thick and hairy thighs and legs. Was he going to get fucked? He’d wondered about that a lot and the few times when the men he’d been with offered to finger him or rub their dick inside his crack, he’d refused.Darren was gay, that was for sure.
