I start down the stairs, passing an acquaintance on the way. Indian Sex He understands and quickly obliges. A machine? “Jazz,” the blonde supplies. Dance Floor Twink finally whines, “Edward, I thought you were coming back to dance?”
The blonde blinks, and slowly turns toward the twink, breaking our gaze. My cock twitches as this realization takes hold, and in impatience, my hands cup his face and I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs, encouraging him to take me into his mouth. Slowly he starts to finger-fuck my ass, easing his fingers in and out, massaging my prostate as his fingertips move past it. I follow, taking in his lithe, graceful movements as he casually crosses the room and mounts the two steps to my room. I groan as his tongue swirls around the glans, and when he increases the suction my knees buckle and I realize I won’t be able to take this standing up. I’m certainly not used to being challenged on that question, I suppose because most of the boys here already know I’m well-endowed. I’m easily one of the better-looking tops here, but this boy is an unknown; definitely not a sure thing. I smile and nod, and he says, “Okay, beautiful. “So you were na?
