The Lust Project 2.7

In les than 10 minutes, the three males are table lamp light in Gibran’s bedroom dancing sticked to the rhythm of a slow reggaeton, rather sensual. Although the host has ripped muscles, he doesn’t own the mass of his two visitors. Evandro hugs him from back and with the hands on the sharpy hips, Osmar forward with his pupil’s hands rounding the narrow waist, as well as his caresses the sides, or the evidence they could be there.

“You can start when you want,” Evandro whispers at the time he bites very weak the Gibran’s right ear lobe.

The boy takes the Osmar’s lycra t-shirt aand begins to set it off between slow and fast. Greek God’s torso appears before his eyes as well as he can caress it random. He tries to rub the man’s two pecs  and the nipples get hard.

He looses the belt, unbuttons the jean, tries to take it down some difficult, fells on his knees to fulfill the task, and Osmar gently flexes the legs to let each sleeve unsticks out his powerful thighs (he previously already has stood without shoes). So, on his knees, Gibran takes him down the boxer. The relaxed penis and the big balls under the shaved pubic hair of his trainer are in front of his face. He caresses them – they’re soft when touched. They don’t react. Then, he touches both hips so the huge ass.

Gibran smiles, stands up, turn and put his small but firm buttocks to Osmar’s croach, what seems to follow without reaction. He takes the Evandro’s shirt and unbottons it up tto down. He takes it fully and throws it to the floor, unfastens the belt, unbutton the jean, unsips the fly, begins to take it down, and repeats the operation of falling on his knees for the cloth releases from the artist’s lower extremes. He finally takes down the thin-stripped white briefs and a penis jumps out to his face that under the cloth made a big bulge, but that now extends to the ffront, apparently erect. A tiny pre-cum drop leaves on the Gibran’s chick as the glans strokes it.

“May I?,” he consults Evandro, hypocritically shy.

“Sure,” the male smiles at him.

Gibran opens his mouth and let the thick enters it, and he starts to suck certain scratching. He gets swallowing it until his perfect nose touches the cut pubic hair and his chin can feels the big escrotus where two powerful testicles seem to keep. Although from his perspective, Osmar can’t get the actionn, because Gibran’s head covers him, he unexplainabely feels his penis begins to get erected in less than a minute, and well erected, although without the lubrication his friend shows up.

“Suck me the cock so,” Evandro seduces seeing Osmar in the partial darkness and ssmiles at him. “Suck it to Osmar too.”

Gibran turns and before getting in his trainer’s cock, he notices it is big head, almost uncut, and the base thinner, maybe not longer and rect like the another guy’s, rather a mushroom-type one.

Osmar feels the hot moisture and closes his eyes trying to find enjoyment in the oral sex but he doesn’t get it. In fact, his erection goes vanishing.

“Don’t you like how I do it?,” Gibran whispers separating his lips out the dick for a moment.

“You suck the cock like gods,” Gibran lies, but the truth is his penis is semi-erected again.

“Suck it to me again,” evandro suggests (which organ has become some flaccid), and when Gibran spins on the floor to do the fellatio, Osmar feels again hiserection comes back. He prefers not to mind it in that moment.

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Just later, evandro inserts his cock in the birthday owner’s annus, previously protected by a condom, he kneeling on the bed, the boy upside, and the top’s hands pressing his legs against his abs and pecs. At the same time, Gibran sucks Osmar’s organ, kneeling at the bed head,and with his pupil’s face practically underneath his croach,who neither sees what he does what his sexual organ but he doesn’t miss detail of what happens just in front of his nose – the anal penetration in all its splendor.

At one in the morning, the three share the shower. Gibran insists in extracting the Evandro cock’s semen and he gets it. It tastes neutral, unflavored. Then, he tries with Osmar’s, that he has held masturbated and hard, but when he takes it into his mouth, it loses rigidness again.

“Forgive me, I’m some tired,” the trainer justifies.

Gibran understands it and prefers to masturbate on the tile floor. The semen shots fall to Osmar’s feet.