Chapter 16

Clothes drop to his apartment??s floor, and tongues discover shoulders, pecs, and abdominals. Before he falls to his knees, next to the sofa/bed, he studies my naked chest.

??I like your hairy and beefy abs. Very handsome. Just right for what I want in a man.??

There??s more that he likes about me: my uncut six inches of erection inside his mouth and my furry ball sack slapping against his chin. The motion of to and fro of my hips. Our connection.

I lodge my beef down the back of his throat, sliding in and out of his body, huffing and puffing. I hold his head at his temples, careening his skull forward and backward, plowing his face. It isn??t raunchy sex, yet it??s not beautiful. Rather, it??s the roughness of lovemaking between two men. A private romance. A sense of peacefulness and longing between us. The euphoric and surreal motion of faultless pleasure. This is us. Us.