Without a word, Brandon understood what was happening and walked over behind Tom and put his arms around the both of us. The three of us stood there,...Tom crying, comforting each other.Although I had known for quite some time that Brandon was indeed in love with me, this scene definitely solidified that fact. Instead of being mad and upset with me holding another man, he joined knowing, just by looking into my eyes, what was happening."It's okay, Tom, we're here for you," I could hear Brandon. The subject, to be blunt -- and I can and intend to be blunt in this private diary -- is sex.I have tried in my dispatches to convey how radically different sexual congress among humans is from what we Nxtlaqu experience. Perhaps at some point in our early development we were similarly preoccupied but if so it must have been eons ago. We live so long, conceive so readily and, because of that, copulate so seldom that sex plays a negligible role in our culture. The need for pleasure as a spur to. I almost lost consciousness as he rode me. I couldn't resist surrenderingto his command and the harsh slaps he administered to my ass only made mecrave more. Our bodies were both drenched in sweat when he gave a finalgrunt and push and emptied his heavy balls into me.Little shudders ran through my body as I could hear Luke dressing in thebackground as my face remained buried in the pillow and the throbs of thehot rushes began to abate. Instead of throwing a couple of ?20 notes onthe bed and. His mouth felt heated. Heated by semen. Sticky. Gooey. Oozing from the back of his mouth to his tongue and from the roof of his mouth like stalactites. Another shot. Also to the back. Hanging. D****d like thick pancake batter. Another and another and another. Held still. Didn’t fight it. Slimey. Awful texture. No taste. Penis still spurting. Two more, four seconds apart.Then, Gilbert’s cock slackened and just oozed semen into the school boy’s mouth. It twitched. Brynn twitched also. The man’s.