He wasn’t gentle but he wasn’t violent either. Not too fast but not slowly. His length slid into me, stretching and filling. When he had bottomed ...ut and my asshole was wrapped around the base of his shaft he paused again.It was incredible. He started to pull back and the feeling got so intense that a gasped.“Are you okay?”“Yeah. How does it feel?”“It feels fucking great. How do you feel?”“Hurts a little,” I lied. It hurt a lot but I wanted more.“Want me to stop?”“No.”With one hand on either. The ache in your stomach turns into a tingle between your legs. You feel alive! You check yourself in the rear view mirror one last time. Wiping lipstick from the edge of your bottom lip. You pucker….what will his lips feel like? Will they be warm, soft, inviting??? You open the car door and extend your beautiful leg to get out. Even you notice how sexy your leg looks…… Your toes peaking from your heels sparkle from the street lights. You pull yourself out of your vehicle and give yourself the. While he was caressing me, I was running my nails over his growing cock through his boxers. I told him that I had been deprived during a long time.He told me not to worry, good boy Pete was there to take care of all my troubles. Then he opened my husband’s shirt and grabbed my boobs in his hands. He squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers. I reached under his boxers and started really stroking his cock.It was a very nice eight inches long piece, just as nice as my hubby’s dick.Then Pete. I’m still the same person. People are people, no matter what they identify as. I’d still be an asshole if I was straight. Heck, we’re all assholes, straight or gay,” Owen chuckled and smiled.Luca rubbed his hand up and down Owen’s thigh. Tentatively, they both leaned in slowly for a kiss. This time it was a kiss of hunger and passion, as both of them fought for control. Owen’s tongue was the first to enter Luca’s mouth as they started madly undressing each other. Hands worked quickly as shirts.