Chapter 10: Bearology
Joey holds my eight-inch rod in his hand and draws his tongue up and down its length. His other hand jingles my balls to and fro, making me weak with pleasure.
“Joey,” falls out of my lips as I arch my back on the sofa bed, gasp for air, and feel as if the world is about to explode with guy-on-guy bliss.
Within seconds his mouth falls over the top of my shaft and he slides my protein inside his system. My meat makes him choke, but he doesn’t stop. He blows my tool and swings my balls back and forth as if they were his toys.
I lift my bottom and his tongue finds exactly what it’s looking for. Joey does extracurricular work with my rear, shifting his tongue inside me, pulling away, and pushing inside again and again and again.
I moan as my all muscles tighten. Ever
