I watched it in amazement and felt Casimir’s rugged, stubbly face next to mine. I wanted to be invited to that party.Casimir arrived and opened the door. Gay porn Bad boys.I managed to turn off the vacuum cleaner and push it aside. It smelled, deliciously, of mud, sweat and cabbage.“Shhh!” Casimir whispered wetly in my ear, vodka on his breath.He yanked my shorts down to my ankles, twanging my stiff meat in the move.“Yeow!” I blurted into his aromatic hand.I kicked off my flip-flops and stepped out of the shorts. I hoped that none of my neighbors needed to run out for a bag of Doritos and a bottle of Sprite.Actually, I didn’t give a fuck who saw what because Casimir’s thick, pulsing shaft deep inside my stretched fuckhole felt so fucking good and natural. I hoped it meant beloved, beloved, beloved.I gripped the handrail with both hands to steady myself as Casimir plowed me, almost as if he was trying to burrow his way into my soul.
