Chapter 47

“Yeah, that’s so good,” Mark grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Francis listened, his cock twitching at the words. Mark was so far gone he sounded a little distant.

Picking up the pace, Mark began to obviously get closer to coming. “Take it, take my cock.” Francis moaned at Mark’s tone more than the words. He’d heard better dirty talk before, but he wasn’t sure if Mark even knew what he was saying at that point.

And then. “Yeah, take it,” Mark ground out. “Fucking faggot.”

Francis went still. Everything in him stopped while Mark thrust away. He’d heard those words before. He’d heard them from a guy who hadn’t stopped when asked, decades ago.

“Stop,” he said weakly, but Mark didn’t hear him.

Instead, Mark called him a fag with a lust-spiked voice, and then pressed into him, stayed there, and came, grunting loudly.