His erection was visible inside his pants, throbbing. Gay sex He pressed down. I reached for his dick. I was wearing baggy undershorts. He pumped fiercely as I cried out over and over, my ass muscle stretched to the maximum and beyond. Mine was about ready to explode. When Frank saw them he laughed.“That’s why it felt as if you weren’t wearing underwear when I touched you back in the diner. He ran his lubed hands all over my chest, grinding on my cock, squeezing and massaging my nipples. But with all the soap and my being so horny, my ass just welcomed him in. When I woke up, he was behind me, spooning me, his hardness in my crack. I thrust up and he met my thrusts, grunting and moaning. After a while of chatting and caressing each other—he loved my hairy legs and thighs and I adored his smooth chest—he stood up, took my hand and pulled me up, and we walked to his bedroom. This left Frank and me somewhat to each other, in a way.When I had introduced myself earlier, everyone other than Dejen found it difficult to pronounce my name, Adebowale, which means “my crown has come home.” They were surprised that our names had such meanings.
