I mumbled into Ian’s hand.“What was that?” Ian said, removing his hand.“Please go easy, Ian,” I muttered.Ian pushed. This would certainly inflict damage. Gay sex Probably. “I share this place with Rick, but he’s downstairs minding the shop. Dude, you will thank me for that.”Ian slid down from his perch and walked around the register counter leading me back to the dildo display. Tyler, fuck yeah, baby.”I took Ian’s pounding and rubbing my prostate each time his cock head pushed into me. Defined pecs. The attendant sort of disinterestingly glanced at the dildo and started to ring it up.“That’s 26 dollars with tax,” he looked up at me, and I thought I could detect some kind of a smirk on his lightly bearded face. I felt a bit numb down there, perhaps because of the lube or maybe I was too horned up to feel any pain.And then the thick knob. I needed to see this cock that was prodding on me, now hard and throbbing. He kept massaging my crack and fingering my hole and when he inserted two fingers, it wasn’t that bad.
