Back downstairs again, I slid my now well lubed finger back against his asshole and, very carefully, started wriggling it back and forth, with each repetition sliding a tiny bit further into his butthole. Anal sex As I watched him leave I could still see the work I did to the back of his pajamas, which made me start to worry again. Perfect. He clumsily turned onto his back, but I was too terrified to move. “Good morning (you don’t need to know my name)”. Around 1am most of the shows on TV started to suck and we both decided that it was time for bed. Well, apparently there was more to this “man crush” thing than I originally thought, and I learned this when I invited him to a sleep over. I pinched a piece of fabric right between his beautiful asscheeks, lifted it up, and snipped off a piece about two centimeters long and maybe half a cm wide. Steve
This story takes place about 4 years ago. But, as usual, his breathing didn’t change. With the flashlight back in my hand, I peered at his general pelvic region
