3 Chapter 3

“You gonna come, Drummer Boy?”

“Yes.”

“Feed me.”

Maybe Joe Hollywood’s real name was Seymour. “Your wish is my command. It’s command, by the way, not demand.”

“No kidding.”

It was time for introductions, past time, Stone figured. “Also, by the way, I’m—” Before he could finish, Probably Not Joe or Seymour pulled out, grabbed him by the ankles, and flipped him like a professional wrestler in a televised death match.

“No talking.” Up between Stone’s legs, the gorgeous stranger’s mouth touched flesh, the throat, again, at first. Stone puckered up, waiting for the sweet taste of those sexy lips upon his. They never came there, but kissed their way down, instead.

“Ready, set, go!”

The deep growl of spoken words added a vibration at the pelvis that would have made it impossible for Stone to disobey. With a heavy exhale, relaxing head to toe, he released his cum and a burst of profanity. “Fuck!”

“Was it good for you?”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”