The Art Of Self-pleasure

Klint let out a low moan as he pushed back into me. Gay sex I watched Klint’s face as he took an inch or two in and would rise up, then lower himself some more. A gentle push off my hips and they fell to the floor. I’m pretty sure he was, but I’m not used to being hit on by a guy. My hands slid down his back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tighter, mashing our hard cocks together. “Fuck… Fuck… aw… fuck…” I wasn’t making much sense, but my mind was a blur. He then squeezed some lube into his other hand and then shocked me by reaching around his ass. Klint followed me on and turned to push the button. We were pretty quiet as he lay in bed watching me put my clothes back on. He gripped me with one hand and proceeded to spread the lube around, jacking me slowly. I panicked slightly as my first thought was he wanted to fuck me. It was jutting upwards from a slightly trimmed bush. “Let’s get cleaned up.”We moved to his bathroom and the big walk-in shower. It was a rush.