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He suddenly grabs my dick and I do, indeed, wince. I want to push him away to convince him I'm not gay, but I know he's right. Yesterday I was unsure about every time we touched each other and just now I complained about not kissing him earlier. I'm starting to believe Milan is much wiser than me, even though he's younger. I guess I should just follow his lead. That, and the fact he's rubbing my boner after an hour long build-up keeps me from stopping him, of course. Nothing gay about you at all," he whispers and before I can affirm it, he kisses me. My mouth opens automatically. While being jerked off, we kiss. His left hand is roaming all over my body, touching my nipples, poking in my belly button and stimulating my balls. Even though his hands are moving separately, his left hand seems to follow the same rhythm as the one taking care of my cock, as if he's having difficulties focusing on my scrotum, my dick and kissing me at the same lovemeporn.com time. His hand moves further down. He starts massaging my prostate again. I involuntarily thrust my hip up. And then he stops with everything. I think we should go to the supermarket now to get some food for tonight," he says. Dude, you can't stop now," I whimper. "That's awful." He grins. "But food is important too!"
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