He was wet enough that some of it dripped; I knew he must have his hood retracted and was squeezing it out. He wordlessly rubbed into me and pressed harder and harder. Okay no preliminaries! Gay sex My dick twitched, my balls buzzed, and I couldn’t get to his dick fast enough. It had been a long few days with Kent ailing and Kent Jr. More words I have no idea what they mean. His dick inside me felt like a welcome beginning to the end of my dry spell; but for all I knew he was talking about his mother-in-law and that could really be a buzz-kill! Sounds sorta like it. My balls and dick told me to fuhgettaboutit! And I clenched again.“Fecking hell!” he exclaimed.“We’ll go on,” my husband urged. “You can’t break it!”That apparently was all the encouragement he needed. With a quick pull and a sharp thrust that made me gasp he was off and running.Or thrusting. Deep. Hard. Quick. He pounded wordlessly. Just groans and grunts.I worked his pistoning rod with my muscles and savored every vein and the girth and length of him; particularly the wide ring of his knob as it reamed and plunged.“Fuck yeah. Just fuckin’ go for it!” I urged though he
