I undo my grey tank top and black gym shorts and shove them and my Andrew Christian briefs off, kig them away with my shoes and socks.
After a whole day w out, every musy body tenses up.
Felix freezes at the sight of my body and hard cock. The flushed skin on his face gives beauty new meaning.
He knees down leaning his upper body against my lower part, with his butt lifted.
He stretches one of his hand nuzzling the top of my ere.
I arched into the touch. The warmth of his palm around my cock could no way be pared to the half an hour of jerking off I’d done in the shower room.
I gaze down, looking at him ag like a starving refugee at the sight of food.
He meets my stare and smiles before he travels the last fragment of space separating us and lowers his mouth over the tip of my cock.
“God, Felix.” I grip the back of his head.
I reach my hands, sliding to his ig it slightly. The stant shakes from his body hints his desire.
Along his spine, my hands go down. I reach out and brush the inside of his thigh with my fingers, the touch soft and tender.
Felix vacuums my di his mouth, trying not to cry out. But I still feel the slight vibrations in his throat
“Damn, yeous.” I said.
I withdraw my hands and push my right middle finger into Felix’s mouth along with my dick, managing to moisture it.
“Ooo….” He whines as his mouth fills.
I pull my finger out. The mixture of his water and my pre-cum makes my finger looks bright.
I lean forward, putting my dick deeper into his throat arating my middle finger directly into his hole without hesitation.
“Ah…ah…ah….” He moans out finally.
I ’t tell it’s because of the peion from front or from behind or both.
Anyway, the moan, torn from his chest, ght to my cock. Always, without fail, he is the one man who sets fire to my blood.
Before long, I have already put three of fingers into his hole,