He favoured a
‘hands-free’ fucking technique, his arms wide, rocking back and forth on
the front balls of his feet, watching mesmerised as his banana cock
disappeared between my plump, hairy cheeks to be swallowed up. Sex Lee stood stroking his own cock at the spectacle, precum
already drooling down his fingers. He wore his hair long, usually in a ponytail, and
often sported several days’ worth of beard growth which he made look more
dashing than any of us could. Brian was the cat that got the cream, and he’d get it from anywhere,
any time he could. His balls at last touched mine and I
resumed gobbling Mark with new vigour. Brian was
always the sweetest of us. A week’s worth of work tension and sexual
frustration erupted into my bowels, sperm flooding out of Todd’s balls as
though a dam had burst. Without further preamble a
bell-shaped intruder pressed between my ass globes and the brief, familiar
sting shot through me. Todd had sat Brian on the sofa and was now squatting uncharacteristically
with Brian’s cock in his mouth. I
managed to roll onto my back and just lay there, eyes half closed. He
needed to dominate, for this to be his conquest and for me to be totally at
his mercy.
