He pats the empty spot next to him on the bed. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Not just for the s*x. For more. For us. What do you say?”
I love him. I will always love him, I think. But what I say while walking to the bed and unbuttoning my dress shirt—top button first, second button, third button, exposing my pecs and n*****s to him—causes him to laugh, “What the hell. Get ready for me. It’s going to get rough. I can’t remember the last time I burst a load.”
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It’s not a forty-two-minute scene on Porn Hub called Thirty-Something Guys Get Wild or Do Him from Behind. It’s not a short story in a collection of M/M erotica porn called Bedroom Tales. So many people think that when two men collide as one, it becomes pornographic, but it’s not. It’s not XXX-stuff on my bed as I walk
