Chapter 3
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The first round was rough, like I wanted. Frank, being young, couldn’t bare his ass fast enough and came when I’d barely gotten aboard. He let out a squeal as he shot his load, and I slapped his bottom and rode all the harder, my own come rising quick due to it being some time since I’d had me a fellow. I pumped a gusher into him and gave more good strokes before pulling out.
As soon as I sat back, he flipped over to see my dick. He grinned and began to handle his, which was already coming back up.
“How old are you?” I asked.
He laughed. “Twenty next month.”
“Well, you are something, Frank. And I’m just getting started.”
I lay beside him, regaining my breath while noting he didn’t ask my age. I liked to think he didn’t care, but in truth, figured it was out of respect for somebody older. Thirty-one to him would seem ancient.