Posted on: January 13, 2009
SnowBalling Gay


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| “So you want to tell me what happened?” I asked after several minutes of silence.
“Well, it’s kind of awkward.”
He looked so cute sitting there. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him and cover his body in wet kisses.
“Don’t feel awkward,” I reassured him. “You can tell me anything.”
He took a deep breath and began to talk. “Well, you see…we were fooling around.”
“And?”
“Well, I asked her if he would you know…”
“Sorry Rick, I don’t know.”
“I asked if he would,” he said pointing down to his crotch.
“You asked her to go down on you?”
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t.”
“But you guys have been going out for a really long second. Do you mean to tell me he’s never?”
Rick looked at his hands and shook his head no. What a waste, I thought. If he were with me keeping his hose drained would be the least of his worries. I was speechless, a first for me. Without thinking much about it I wrapped my arm around him and gave him a squeeze. I looked down between his legs, his big soft cock hidden behind the thin fabric of his boxers. My mouth watered just at the thought of it. I couldn’t believe Sue, had I not taught her anything!
Rick inched closer to me and placed his head on my shoulder. The way his body pressed into mine I knew he was waiting for me to make the first move. I swallowed hard and then placed my hand on his thigh. Slowly, I started to work my hand up his leg. I could feel his body tense with anticipation, but he never puhed me away. My finger slid up until it lightly bruhed the head of his cock. He moaned as my finger traced the length of his shaft. Up and down, I expertly worked his tool until he was solid.
“Lay back,” I said.
He pulled himself up on the bed, placed his hand on the back of his head, and let me do as I pleased. I pulled on his boxers, which easily slipped off. Taking a step back I admired his beautifully chiseled body. He had the body every gay man craved. I wanted to do everything to him, |