I was hoping to God I wasn’t wetting myself.He took the jock from my helpless fingers, and raised it to his own nose. Gay sex Tweaking. Mortified. I lay there. the initial shock vanished, taking some of the pain away. I was going to be taking a step there was no going back from. How long ago??!? I get it.””Uh… I was hoping to God I wasn’t wetting myself.He took the jock from my helpless fingers, and raised it to his own nose. And trust me… Loving the pressure. Seeing me become like him. He could feel me unclench. Kept pounding. It will pass.” His beefy hands caressing me. Everest or swim the English Channel. Making me feel alive. And then, God help me. . . …I ground it into my face and inhaled as deeply as I possibly could.Ohhhh…Myyyyyyyyyy…GOOOOOOOOOOD!His musk exploded any rational thought I could have ever had. Not just yet. Crap. overwhelming. As I crept forward, I could hear water running.Mr.
