Brent
There was a certain awkwardness inherent in our schedule of staying one weeknight at each place and alternating weekends, but I was at least accustomed to waking up in Gabe’s bed. Actually, as he liked to say, it was our bed at his place and our bed at my place.
That Saturday morning I woke up and snuggled against the warm body of my lover, feeling wonderfully contented and well f****d. My bung hole wasn’t sore, probably because by that time it was well broken in. When Gabe and I first became lovers, we took turns topping. I’d had no experience except that one time with Guy, so I didn’t really know what I preferred. As time passed, however, I began to think I was by inclination a bottom. Most of the time, at any rate, I craved the sensation of Gabe’s c**k inside me. I felt complete
