First-person Stomping Perspective

On one particular night, after trying to watch scrambled porn, we retired to the downstairs couches and had some baby oil for lubricant. “Last thing we need is some rumor spreading that we’re gay together” I told him. There were a million things going through my mind. To my knowledge he isn’t gay either. I slowly and gently let my hands run across his ass cheeks before moving down to his inner things. We were watching women’s tennis on TV and started to get horny because of the grunts the women were making on the course. This time we just cut right to the chase. This time we whacked each other off at the same time. It all started when we were younger, in our later teens. Closing my eyes I reached down and began to move my tongue up his shaft.