He was incredibly nervous for some reason and he didn't know why. When he pulled up to the house, he swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn't even realized was there. Long and thick with a perfect, pulsing vein running down it's middle. He had, on his own sexual journey, bedded plenty of beautiful girls whom he'd quite enjoyed his time with.and yet, after just one surprisingly wild day, he suddenly could not take his mind off of cock.the feeling of it.the way it filled him up.the way he seemed to be absolutely desperate for it. He had believed his entire life that he was completely straight-ripped straight out of an a-typical Super Bowl beer commercial. He had fucked him like a nasty slut, treated him like an absolute cum whore, and for some mind-blowingly strange reason, Braden loved every goddamn minute of it.īraden's mind was still having trouble catching up with the entire thing. He had used Braden's body in every way imaginable. And then after a short break he had taken him again.
And then he had cum in his mouth-even as Braden could taste his own ass on the cock. He had fucked him in the ass on the massage table.
He was in his car on his way back over to his friend Nathan's house-the same house where only a day prior he had taken his first fucking from his father's sizable cock. Braden couldn't believe he was actually going to the Fourth of July party.
