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Josh waited patiently, and as he saw Akira move, he was surprised he had gotten back onto his knees, pushing his head down into the bed, giving him an amazing view of his boyfriends slightly stretched hole. "S-Shit." Josh whispered, his voice shaky in pleasure as he put his hands to his boyfriends ass, spreading his cheeks and pressing the head of his member back to his hole.
As he nudged the tip inside, he paused and smiled, his hands returning to Akira's hips. "Go ahead Akira…back up into me. Fill yourself up with the man you love." Josh said beneath his breath as he stayed motionless. If Akira wanted him to stuff his ass again, he'd have to move back onto it.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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