Three gays handjobs and anal action
We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast. There
is a spectacular view of the marshes and the InterCoastal Waterway.
Our boat is moored outside, less than twenty five feet from the
terrace. There are two bedrooms. The bedroom that Rafael and I
share is on the second floor, it opens via a cathedral ceiling to
the living room below. There is a sunny but very private deck next
to the bedroom and I had a jacuzzi installed there shortly after
Rafael came to live with me. We often use it before we go to bed.
His dream has intensified
and he whimpered slightly, his naked body tensing slightly and then
relaxing as his breathing quickened. I felt the moist heat of his
groin, the small rigid cock squeezing alive and strong between us.
I kissed him gently on the forehead, smoothing his hair back as I
kissed his cheek, hoping that the guy was dreaming of me, wanting
desperately to wake him, to hold him tightly and whisper my love
to him. Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his
breathing quickened and then strained as his buttocks
clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy.
His body arched, his slender legs kicking back the sheet, then his
buttocks pressed back again. I grinned, looking along his
slender body, the sheet now bunched at his knees
and revealing most of his naked body and I see his aroused cock
poking rudely out from his mounded pubis. The tiny blue-
purple veins were swollen in the guy’s wedge-shaped cock. His
penis, even when it is fully erect, is short, a bit less than
four inches long. The rounded delicate tip is hidden by foreskin. It is tight and it is drawn to a wrinkled little orifice.
When retracted, I know that the head of his penis is like a tiny
bell, its sensitivity enhanced by the protection of his foreskin.
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