11 Chapter 11

More bubbles of guy-goo leak out of my shaft and decorate my navel. My feeding continues for the next minute as Joey’s mouth eats my man-cave. I groan and mumble above him. My eyes glaze over and my rod bounces with excitement.

Then his suck-job on my ass ends. He pulls a condom from his jeans and rolls it up his ten-inch pole. He grips my ankles and spreads my legs for his entrance. His tip slides inside my hole, then he pushes himself in, forceful, quick, deep, all the way to his root. Then he yanks out and slams into me again—

I take him in above me: furry chest, heavy scruff on his cheeks and chin, broad shoulders, slim waist, burly man-hair above his crank. His meat is snug inside my body. The man is bear-delicious atop me and he begins to slide in and out of my narrow rump, speeds up his tempo, stops for a moment with his ten-inch lumber plugging my middle, and continues his tempo again.