The Phone Call
27 May 2011 comments
The room was hot and our bodies were slick with sweat as we moved against each other, him rising up to meet my thrusts me driving down in to his slick, hot, tight hole. The room smelled of sex, sweat and poppers. And the sounds of sex too. I could barely believe that this almost boy was so raunchy, so sexual and so predatory in his passivity.