Maybe he shouldn’t have flirted with an 18-year-old boy, okay. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited him home either. Hell, maybe Abel shouldn’t definitely have themselves naked on the sofa, letting their sexual tension release. He hadn’t expected one thing, though — for Taylor to be that good. Abel was laying on top of him, knees bent and spread to Taylor’s sides. The feeling on his tongue and mouth on his hole was so good that Abel had started to move his hips up and down, moans filling the room. “Ah, chico...” he whispered with a smile, moving his hands until they were resting on Taylor’s thighs to use them for suport. “Keep going, baby, come on.”
Abel pushed his hips back not only so that Taylor could bury his face between the man’s big buttocks, but because that way he could bend his torso farther down. And so, taking Taylor’s cock by the base with his right hand, Abel started to blow him, fast and eager. It was so thick he couldn’t take it all at once for now, but that didn’t stop his quick movements up and down, tongue drawing along the upperside of it.
