“Sit on the sofa, Diego. I’ll grab us a couple of beers.”

He returned with two ice-cold bottles. He stood in front of you, handed you one, then, without another word, peeled off his T-shirt. That enormous, hairy, white gut spilled free. Next he shoved his trousers and underwear down in one rough tug and stood there completely naked. His thick cock hung heavy between his thighs, already half-hard. He dropped onto the sofa, legs spread wide, belly resting on his thick thighs, and took a long pull from the beer.

He looked at you, reached out with his free hand and grabbed the back of your neck hard.

“Come here.”

He yanked you forward and shoved his tongue straight down your throat. The kiss was deep, sloppy, tasting of cold beer. While you kissed he drank and passed the liquid from his mouth into yours. You swallowed the mix of icy beer and hot spit. He growled with pleasure.

“That’s how I like it, lad… sharing everything with me.”