Boys Love Boys
He brings his face closer to mine, and looks from one side of the beach to the other, and lightly touches my lips with a kiss.
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As soon as I close the door, I take off my shirt, and he does the same with his, then hugs me around the waist and kisses my mouth as if he were hungry. I grab his hair, and he slowly leads me to the bed, stops, looks at me with a smile on his lips, and pushes me under the bed. I smile and ask.
— What is it, Thirasak?
He lies down on top of me, still smiling.
— It's not Thirasak, it's your Pussycat who is crazy with desire for you! — he says, and then slowly runs his tongue over my lips, leaving me breathless. Nate, don't do that... It should be a crime!