His eyes were shut, his cheeks slack, fucking not only with his
dick but with every fiber of his being, giving himself wholly to
the moment and the man beneath him.
After a breathless second when I was sure RC
saw me through the partially closed slats, he too gave into their
coupling. His eyes glazed over and rolled back as he moaned in
pleasure. I picked up my own rhythm again, matching Mr. Pierce’s,
tugging myself to release not once, not twice, but three
exhilarating times, each orgasm racking me silently. They felt like
a strand of pearls, each one precious, pulled from me in rapid
succession. My palm filled with jism; I smeared it along my length,
coaxing a second ejaculation from me, and a third.
Suddenly the scene before me seemed private,
too intimate, and I felt ashamed for watching. Mr. Pierce leaned
over RC almost protectively, grinding his hips into his lover. RC
fucked into his own hand, fondling his balls, reaching down farther