That afternoon, Maury and I decided to just hang out at my place and watch some TV. On the couch, I lay on my side with Maury tucked close in front of me, a blanket covering us. We were watching reruns of some sort, but my mind wasn’t on it.
I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, the TV was muted, and Maury had turned over to face me.
“Hi,” I said, and leaned in to kiss his nose.
“Hi yourself,” he replied, rubbing his nose against mine.
“You want to get frisky, don’t you?” I said, loving the way his hands roamed over my shoulders, and how hard his c**k was against my own.
“Maybe. Feel like rubbing off a little?” he asked, moving his hips to create some really good friction between us.
“This is good, isn’t it?” I asked, placing a hand on the back of his head and tilting it so
