Vietnam’s Wild Nights

“Uh, isn’t it gonna be hard for us to have fun after the game if you’ve got a friend to entertain?””Trust me,” I typed back. Gay sex Sucks cause I’m not sure when we’ll be able to get together again.”Perfect! But I’d gotten good at being satisfied with other men. “I DO love foreplay.””You’re the king of it, Sir,” I stroked his ego as I continued to stroke his cock through his slacks, remembering our phone conversation from earlier when I was at Brandon’s when he’d insisted I call him Sir.”Unf!” he grunted. Even though Clint apparently knew what my weekly late night visits to Warren’s penthouse suite were all about, he couldn’t possibly know that Big Guy was my nickname for him because of his rather plentiful package.The elevator opened in front of the double doors leading to his living quarters. Too good to be true.Before I could even figure out what to say back, another message came through. When I took it, he led me to the bedroom and walked me over to his bed.

Vietnam’s Wild Nights

Related videos