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Quaver Ch.2
Date: 5/4/2016, Categories: Gay Male, Masturbation Mature Author: oemors, Source: xHamster
... weight on me. “Damn your heavy.” I put his arm around me and I lead him back to my bedroom. He is obviously d***k and tired. I removed his clothes leaving his boxer shorts to make him more comfortable. I gasp at his heavenly sight. My temptation and desire for him is overflowing. I want to caress that soft fur in his chest, suck on those pink rosy nipples, kiss him sensually, and make him mine. I was about to lose control when I thought to myself “No not like this.” I quickly get out of the room to go to the bathroom. I pulled all of my clothes off and I undress completely. I picked up my long sleeve polo shirt and smelled it thoroughly. I can still smell Greg in it; my dick is so hard it hurts. I use copious amount of my spit and I begin to jack off. I feast on the smell of Greg, how good it feels touching him, how sexy when he laugh and how cute he is when he’s trying to act tough. I never get this hard by just jacking off. But the thought of Greg half naked in my bed makes my dick throbbed. I take every inch of my conscience to prevent myself from marching there to fulfil my lustful desires. Not like this, not when ...
... he’s not ready. I jacked my tick 9 inch uncut cock hard with my hands imagining it to be Greg’s sweet ass. A few more strokes and it became too much for me. I erupted a generous amount of semen on the bathroom floor. This probably the most intense self-pleasured orgasm I had in years. I cleaned my dick off with the bathroom tissue and pulled my robe on. I picked up my clothes and throw them over the bin. I walk up to my bed and I see Greg peacefully snoring in my bed. I wish every night could be like this. Something about this guy just makes him crazy, horny and protective at the same time. I don’t know what this feeling is yet but I know I would find it out soon. As for now I need to lie next to my cub. ******* The rain finally stopped. I noticed a flicker of light getting brighter and brighter. The sun is finally rising. I look to my cub, he is still latch on to me, drooling a little bit but I don’t mind. I love how the sun’s rays bring out his inner mellowness, he looks so angelic. Greg eyes slowly opens, adjusting his eyes from the sun’s brightness. When he can finally see clearly I greeted him warmly. “Good morning”