Week 105 is
My Sexy Boyfriend
“You have a good day?” Matt asked with a smug smile.
Paul rested his hands
against the back on the lounge; watching the telly for a moment before looking
down at his lover.
“It was good,” Paul replied
distractedly, impressed with himself that he was able to pull together a
sentence that complex.
Popping the button on his
pants he shimmied out of them. There was nothing for it; Paul was going to have
him here, on the lounge.
Matt was propped in the
corner of the plush leather, one leg stretched long against the length of the
lounge as he gripped his cock and slowly pumped it. His eyes remained glued to
the screen. He was naked; his chest heaving slightly. A sheen of sweat
glistened under the lights, all the while his cock leaked enticingly.
When Paul finally managed to
strip himself clean of clothes he was panting, his balls heavy, aching. He leaped
over the back of the lounge and onto his prize.
Matt made a noise that
quickly turned into a moan of delight as Paul grabbed at the man’s body and
began licking at the tip of his cock, gathering up his pre-cum for a taste.
Matt tried pushing up into the hand and mouth, wanting more wetness, but Paul
wasn’t having any of it. He knew Matt needed to come, he just didn’t want to
have to clean it off the leather. He’d much prefer to clean it off Matt.
And onto the
pimping and other random facts linked to this hop