Fisnik put Dritan in a headlock and mussed his hair.”What do you want to know?” Dritan said, from within the squeeze.Fisnik brought his nose close to Dritan’s exposed throat and sniffed deeply. Gay sex It bounced when he walked. He slipped off Dritan’s shoes and put them on the dumpster, then he pulled off one of Dritan’s black socks, sniffed it and put it in his pocket.Dritan looked at him quizzically. Its stench was intoxicating. When he got to the restaurant, he hesitated and sat on a bench across the street. They took off their caps and their long dark hair spilled out and made them look instantly younger and softer.“Get on your knees, pretty boy,” Fatos said. Dritan’s ears started to ring. Dritan groaned with pain … and with pleasure. We don’t know anything about you,” Fatos said. He cupped the fat man’s tight balls in his hand, and felt the juices grumbling inside them. Now what?Kreshnik tossed a 20 lek coin on the desk and smiled at Dritan. He finger-fucked his thick sandy hair. Then he stood still and let Dritan ease himself onto the stout, throbbing pole. Without touching it, Dritan’s rosy pole sprung to full attention and exploded with his boy nectar that hit the ground in hot splashes.
