Chapter 8
In an effort to gain even more traction, Brad grabbed Nick’s legs and draped them against his oh-so-wide chest. Gripping Nick’s knees, Brad really went to town plowing Nick’s ass.
“Oh, Daddy!” Nick’s world consisted of two things, and two things only. A rapidly pistoning Buddy in his ass, and the looming figure of a huge football player who filled his vision.
“Said I’d do my part later didn’t I?” Brad observed, his chest shiny with sweat but his voice not sounding the least bit winded.
“Uh,” was all Nick could moan. This was the best fuck ever. This fact was confirmed a couple seconds later when, untouched, Nick’s dick shot out a long stream of cum. “Oh, God!”
“I am, but you can call me Daddy.”
Nick was too caught up with the aftershocks caused by another amazing orgasm to form a reply. But if he could, he’d have agreed that Brad was indeed a god. No one had ever made Nick cum like that.