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Justin thinks years haven’t been kind on his face, all he sees is a cobweb but every time Brian touches those lines, all he sees is every single time Justin smiled for him, and him only
His soft, wet tongue grazed across my right nipple, which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as I lay spread out and exposed on his bed.
His hair was still wet from the shower as I threaded my fingers through it, massaging his scalp; this elicited soft moans from Justin, which soon led to his cock pressing into my thigh and his begging me to fuck him.
We’d apparently forgotten to disconnect our webcam connection from earlier because when I returned to my laptop I was overwhelmed by the voyeuristic opportunity to watch Brian run his hand up and down his shaft; moaning ‘Justin’ as he came.
At the risk of sounding sentimental, now that Justin’s gone, I don’t sleep very well without him in my arms.