Vietnam

I had no plan of fucking him but Qasim was ready and willing, so we fucked although it was much hurried and not as good as I had enjoyed fucking my boys. Having him naked with me, although for a very short while, I marveled his slim body, dark black hair, glassy brown eyes, not a jungle but decently hairy chest and nipples. Qasim yelled, “I love you”, with each thrust I sent in his asshole and surely wondered if he loved me or my well-performing cock. Qasim had lost all the hesitations and fear after having lived with a man as his fuck doll and visiting many other men and gay boy fuckers that I did not have to lure him but gave simple invitation for only once to come see me at my place and he came.