“Then let’s go.”The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt like it lasted forever and no time at all. Gay sex I remembered his dad coming to games sometimes—always well-dressed, always cheering loudly from the sidelines. I loved his hairy chest and firm stomach that didn’t have any visible abs, but was sexy nonetheless. I found myself flexing slightly when I reached for my drink, enjoying the way his gaze followed the movement of my arms.”You know,” he said after about twenty minutes, his voice dropping to that intimate register that made my stomach flip, “you’re even more attractive in person than in your photos. And I loved every moment of it.I shot my second load of the day, letting my new master milk my cock dry. He leaned in again, his lips finding my ear and sending shivers down my spine. Instead, I kept our conversation going, letting the sexual tension build as we talked about what we were both looking for.
