Brock nodded. That was another aspect of their lovemaking. Calvin was always concerned for Brock’s wellbeing.
With the gag being in Brock’s mouth Calvin was forced to kiss his cheek, and Brock discovered he couldn’t kiss Calvin at all.
As Calvin rolled on the condom and applied more lube, he said, “Maybe next time we could get some ropes and I could tie you down. Like that, would ya, cowboy?”
Brock moaned. His d**k twitched and oozed out a pearl of pre-seminal fluid.
Slowly sinking his d**k back where it belonged, Calvin whispered, “Bet you’d like to be hogtied. Ropes binding your strong arms and criss-crossing your awesome chest,” Calvin leaned forward and ran his hands up Brock’s arms, “so you couldn’t move.”
Brock whimpered. He had never played with ropes before, hadn’t thought it
