We do this a lot.
Have sex.
It doesn't mean anything though. I invite him over, we make out, he takes off my pants and we fuck. It's just fucking. Maybe when I find someone special, I'll cancel our play dates and actually make love with someone. Someone who actually means something to me. I'm not saying Johnny doesn't mean anything to me. He just isn't the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Since it's a Saturday, we spend our time tangled with each other on my
bed, watching tv and even go for a round two.
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"Fuck Tyler" he gasps as I bounce up and down on him, feeling myself get closer. He reaches for my hand and I grasp onto it like a lifeline as I feel myself tip over the edge. I keep going through my climax, determined to pull him over with me. His other hand reaches for my cock and works me through it. It's almost too much to handle.
I felt his thighs tense up and know he's there. His eyes close and his mouth opens in a gasp. He doesn't breathe and his stomach muscles quiver. I work him through it as he spills in my ass. I feel his warm load far inside me and moan.
Exhausted, I collapse on his chest, my hand is still grasping his and I can feel his thumb rubbing circles over my palms.
