Chapter 57
They all laughed.
Then his mother said, “Your face is in the bedroom. Why don’t you go in there with Vito and get it?” She winked.
Henry looked to Vito, confused. But Vito stood in the doorway to his bedroom, taking off his clothes. Henry took in the hairy, muscled body, and even though there were people all around, he felt himself getting aroused.
Vito jerked his head to get Henry to follow him. He turned, and Henry admired the two globes of fur-covered flesh that were his ass.
In the bedroom, Vito lay, waiting for him. His dick was hard and pointing straight up. A line of precome dribbled down the shaft.
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Henry awakened, bright sunlight flooding into his room. The final throbs of orgasm stained the inside of his boxers, sticky and warmly wet. He shuddered and moaned, turning on his side and pulling the pillow over his head. The dream images scattered, yet left in their wake a strange euphoria. Henry laughed to himself and thought he needed to clean up.