By now I had given in to my situation. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I didn't play their games, bad things would happen. And anyway, whatever I didn't give could be taken from me. I'm not a big guy, 5'9", 140 pounds. Either one of these guys could have raped me, working together they could own me like a puppet. As big as their cocks were, I felt like I had made the only choice I could. Pleasuring them with my mouth was humiliating; if they had sodomized me they would have torn me in
"You are the best fuck I have ever had. I love fucking you. Your ass is like a piece of heaven," he whispered to me. "We gotta do this again."
"Really?" I murmured.
"By far, the best fucking lay I have ever had. Not too many guys can take me. Hope I didn't ruin your hole for everyone else."
I burst out laughing. "I think I am just fine."
"Come on, dude -- it's shower time...we both stink." Tom broke from my hold and climbed out of bed h
I howled in release, my cock spewing between our surging bodies. Every nerve exploded, imploded then burst anew as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity shook me. I was lost in the orgasm, whimpering, lost in the dizzying pleasure that inundated every sense.
Tom followed, bellowing, releasing his seed, hard pulsing volleys that tensed every muscle in his body. I could feel hot jets of cum coursing into my body, scalding me. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. Tom's h
The first 10 chapters were from my perspective, of Jason Randall. A mid-thirties married guy. The next 2 chapters are from the perspective of my boss, late 30s gay Scott Banks. Enjoy.
Scott's Perspective: I finished up at the convention and went back to my hotel. Marcus was waiting for me. My balls felt heavy and I wanted to drop a load. This had been a crazy week. I just couldn't get Jason Randall off my mind.
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