Brett Spurt
In life, there are dates with new people where you're all in best-impression mode and there are rendez-vous with ex's where the sex is great and you can just be yourself. Working with Brett is like one of the latter. When we started our shoot, I knew there was no question as to whether I could grab his dick. He wasn't going to be awkward about it, and I knew it wouldn't wig him out later. So, as we began, I removed his pants, then popped his already hard dick out the front of his boxers for him. We talked relaxedly while it was happening, and shortly thereafter, I pulled his underwear off. In just a t-shirt, he laid there while I ever so gently started rubbing his balls with the backside of my fingers, feeling the hair on his nutsack and knowing exactly the sensation he was having. He tried acting non-chalant for a bit, giving me a nod like "is the camera on?" but soon his ability to not just be in the moment was gone. He was getting into it, I was getting into it, and his always hard, always large cock was within my closed hand as I was moving up and down, then over it, I stroked and massaged near the base, near his reddish pubes. My hands underneath his balls, pressing near his prostate, and then on his inner thighs, I brushed against his hands as he moved his body rhymically, then later, as he performed some cum catching aerobatics on the bunk beds, I watched as his balls moved like giant walnuts in his sack...
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