“Be a busboy then.”
“I don’t know Mr. Xnxx All that hair grossed me out. A few times I thought about how hot it would be to be made a plaything out of by a sexy bearish guy like him. I bucked as his lips melted down my whole cock and my tip rubbed against the back of his slippery throat. If that was what sex was like with an older man, then I didn’t want to go back to guys my age. Giovanni needed anything for the party. I thought in a stunned euphoric haze. He led me in, and the room was big and nicely decorated. Lemme hear it.”
I shivered and moaned out loud as his breath tickled my neck. It had a dark red color from the tip halfway down, and it had a strong musky man aroma. I kept imagining FJ, calling his name over and over, frantically stroking my cock, but I couldn’t shoot, so I decided to switch to Mr. “See that?” He glanced at my dick. “He’s a dog. Where you headed, Georgy?”
“Home. Plus, FJ’s dad was definitely not my type. I followed behind, trying to keep my cool on the outside while my cock bobbed outta the front of my shorts.
