He felt sorry for her. Porn sex Ahhh.”
It seemed like twenty minutes had elapsed and very little had changed. “I … I want to … I have to …” there was a pause. Then, he began explaining in patient and quiet tones about what Brynn needed to do to handle the man’s orgasm without gagging. He encouraged the boy to touch it more and in a few minutes, he placed his hands on the boy’s head and guided it along his shaft while the boy essentially held his tongue flat and still. Brynn sighed. Heated by semen. His guts pained with conflict. That was just part of the expectation if you wanted to be with males. His mouth felt heated. “Takes us to a whole new level.”
A whole new level sounded good but becoming a cocksucker didn’t. Brynn gasped. Thrusting! They seemed glazed. Gilbert. Cumming. Brynn didn’t understand why watching was so important but then, there were many things about sex that he didn’t seem to have in common with most males. It … it was … hard to admit but he … he liked sucking. Jam tongue down. Or, maybe it was the age thing. Til he finishes. “Sorry I’m late.”
The car was a four-door with gold accessories and a pedigree of luxury.
