Vasek Novak: The Sensual Sculptor Of Desire

I’m basically an old man y’know, hahaha.” I joked.“No chance. Gay sex Then again, I remember how I felt at 18. I imagined the stud fucking Sasha’s skull with no mercy, just absolutely destroying his throat. Sasha turned away, maybe embarrassed that he was getting checked out.“That guy is so hot.” He said, turning to me.“Hell yeah, he is. Awkward and insecure, and I definitely didn’t think I was hot. And he totally thinks you’re hot, too.” I said.“Really?” Sasha said.“Um, absolutely. You’re a great kid and I just want you to know that I’m here for you. We both showered in stalls next to each other, checking each other out as we toweled off. Awkward and insecure, and I definitely didn’t think I was hot. As we dressed, both of us in different stages of nakedness, the Italian hunk came out of the steam room. Obviously, he wanted to eat, so we went to this little breakfast house in my neighborhood. This kid really has something on me.That afternoon I was on the couch reading in a white t-shirt and some boxers.