Chapter 4

When Bill sits down at the Royal and rolls paper into it, all is well. We return to our K and J, pulsing with anticipation, and when the clacking begins, we enjoy frenzy as we are thrust and pulled by Bill’s words.

He is rampant this night, typing page after page, with the pause to free his cock. The words flow faster and there come the fucks and the plowing. Then, bunghole ravaged, Bill stops to work his cock to eruption. A come. We observe this with great delight, then watch as he wipes his wad away. He types a bitmore, then gets up and flops onto the bed, where he closes his eyes.