“Is that it?” he panted. Gay sex “We’ll take it one step at a time,” I assured him. “Steve,” he said, his voice steady. The path felt longer, the gravel more jagged under my bare feet. “And it presses against the prostate, which is a gland inside you that can give you a different kind of orgasm than you get from just being jerked off.”He looked at it for a long moment, then at me. “It’s… We talked and laughed, our friendship deepening with every shared experience, and as the sun got lower in the sky we walked back to the cottage, hand in hand, naked carrying our longline t-shirts.That night, we slept in separate beds again, but the tension between us had shifted. The horizon was a canvas of deep blues and purples, hinting at the coming sunrise. “This is amazing,” he exclaimed, running his hand over the moss-covered stones.We explored the site, our bare feet on the cool earth as we stepped through the remnants of walls and doorways. His hand found its way to my cock, stroking it gently as I prepared him. The sand was cool beneath my bare feet, the air still carrying the scent of the night’s embrace. His body was trembling, his breaths coming in short
