So he's the most sexually adventurous man I've ever met.He's strong, and sexy, and handsome, and virile, and hard, and insatiable. He has the strongest sex drive of anyone I've ever known, and we seemed to surprise each other with the extent to which we were willing to go to wear each other to a sex satiated frazzle.
Then he peed on me.
No big deal. It was his idea. I was kneeling in the shower and there were tiles all around and the water was flowing. He loved that.
Any and every time that I approached him, day or night, to my delight, the pants came off.
After breakast Sunday, he left me in a sweaty cum-drenched heap. Later he mocked me, gently, with, "You're not going to leave me here like this, are you?"
"It's not like you were tied up or anything!!" he said.
Hmph. No, it really wasn't like that at all.
Sunday afternoon I drove him up the hill to show him the view up and down the coast. He tentatively stroked his cock through his shorts. Suddenly he unzipped his fly, reached into his shorts, and brought out his hardening cock. Stroking himself to climax, he exclaimed, "I love this view!"Had he put that sock into the door pocket just for this occasion? I thought that demonstrated exquisite forethought.
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