I smile at him and grasp his hair and moan as he runs his tongue up my shaft slowly. I lean forward and kiss him passionately my hand traveling down to his…
And that’s when I woke up. The crowd then disperses, Mark’s friends helping him away. “Go into the bathroom there, in the medicine cabinet is a bottle of lube, go get it.” I nod and climb off him, giving him a kiss before I go. It’s a note telling me to come to 567 Cherry Blossom Avenue. I grab the bottle of lube again and apply more to my cock and his ass, and I start pressing in again. He smiles at me. His screams echo through the house and I stop, worried I’m hurting him. I fuck him hard, one hand gripping his waist, pulling him to me each time I thrust, and the other jerking his cock as fast as I’m thrusting. I’M NOT GAY! When I get the one I need, a guy with his hood pulled up and over his face grabs it and runs down the hall heading down the stairs.
