After a few minutes, I moved back and wiped my mouth. “He’s ready for you, Roscoe.” I slapped Ret’s ass, giving him permission to get up and squat over Roscoe’s lap, knees on either side of Roscoe’s legs on the couch and his back to Roscoe’s chest.
Ret’s cock was so hard it almost touched his chest. Roscoe’s dick was already leaking at the tip, and tapped “hello” at Ret’s hole.
Slowly, with Roscoe’s hands to guide his hips, Ret impaled himself on his lover’s cock, bit by bit. His face showed the burn and ecstasy he experienced. Ret liked penetration a little dry so he could feel everything.
Once seated on Roscoe’s lap, Ret leaned back against Roscoe’s chest, eyes closed as he caught his breath. Roscoe turned Ret’s head so he could feed on the man’s lips. So beautiful, my men together.