His shirt slips easily off his head as I stare at his firm stomach. We walk the local mall again, and find ourselves sitting on a bench and joking about a local massage parlor and what that must be like. A small smile slips past his lips. He nods his head and slides over closer to me. Standing in line, staring for a very long time at the menu on the wall, I feel someone standing beside me. Its mid October and starting to cool down, and I wrap my jacket around me as I head for the door. Leaning over, he kisses each one, and teases them with a wet, ticklish tongue. I mean, I AM straight after all. My back arches and I moan softly. WHAT? “Love you too Cam.”
From a coffeehouse one autumn day, I fell in love. Haha” Brocks laugh mesmerizing. My dick slips out just before orgasm.