There were three young gay men inside the bathroom who had watched the two f**k against the sink. Soon the group of six became cheerleaders for Fargo and Chip, yelling at the top of their drunken voices, “f**k him! f**k him hard! f**k him! f**k him hard!”
The screaming and cheers were an aphrodisiac for both Fargo and his lover. The noise pollution heightened the moment between the two men, and Fargo felt a wrinkle of liking as he had almost reached his orgasm. Down and over Chip’s back, he huffed, “I’m going to make you blow your load, guy. Hang on for the hand-ride.”
The so-called hand-ride was a right-handed wraparound, which was carried out by Fargo. He reached around Chip’s right thigh with hand, grasped the hard erection between Chip’s legs, and continued banging his lover’s rear a
