I really don’t know how that started, but I still get myself off thinking of some of the stories he told me. I want to share some of them with you.... Gabe had lived all over the world. He lived in Amsterdam at one point and he always brought the best weed over to smoke. We would get high, start talking and then I would ask for a sex story. He told me of a male friend he met in Amsterdam that would share his stories with Gabe. I think for validation that he was not a pervert. But, Oh… Was. I took a lot of gel and fingered his asslongtime to relax it. Sniff some more gone go better I said. I quickly put a condom on with a lot of gel, pushed it very slowly in his ass, could feel he has not been fucked many times. I start fucking him slowly and then harder, he moaned hard, Jack was looking how I was fucking his boyfriend. After a while I pulled out and lay down on the bed. Jack came next to me whispering Rob I wana fuck you again. Ok I said this style and I lay down on my side. From. I think I’m a very communicative guy. I always tell her what I want whenever I want it, a blowjob. We’ve been in a rut lately and our relationship cooled before it stalled. The lust we had for one another ended shortly after we moved in together and bought this house. Once we got comfortable enough with one another to not care if we skipped a day without showering and/or passed gas, our daily routine replaced the magic of our romance. We were no longer about kissing, cuddling, and making love,. I suggested she take her halter top off now just to see how she felt with no one around. She looked around, started to reach behind her and then stopped and said that she couldn’t do it. I told her it was okay and that was her answer. We made the two morning runs and then headed back for lunch. Our trailer was already getting hot, but Ginger would not take the chance of anyone coming over and kept her halter top on. I have to admit that I was hoping she would give in and be willing to take.