>Then, one night, he and I got into a wrestling match in the privacy of our bedroom. We rolled around on the floor, arms and legs tangled together, switching the "top" position. I was hard in my jeans and I could feel his hardness through his. In one of our "rolling" exchanges, he ended up on top and started grinding his crotch into mine. I rolled him over and did the same. This went on ... back and forth...each being on top...each grinding the other; until his sister blew into our room much to our chagrin. But later that night, when we'd all gone to bed......
>every Friday and Saturday night, either his bed or mine would be the "hotspot" for our cock to cock grinding ending up with both of us spreading our luv juice between our stomachs.
>He understood what it was to only want frottage sex and no anal, and I miss him.
>And I really loved him because he loved me and we both loved frottage a lot.
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