Chapitre 12: Chapter 12

“You like what I’m doing?” Tom asked.

“Fuck, yeah, man!”

“Dude, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Jack was so open, so ready for what Tom was doing to him. He’d never told anyone, but he’d wondered what it would feel like to have someone play with his ass. The single time he’d kind of, sort of hinted at it to Reba, she’d flung herself out of their marriage bed, knelt on the hardwood floor, and prayed for Jack’s soul. She refused to get in bed with him until he vowed to never evereven think of such a thing again, much less mention it to his God-fearing wife.

“Nooo.” He groaned when Tom stopped. He looped his forearms behind his knees and pulled his legs back further to encourage his friend to continue.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. I believe you mentioned something about a blowjob?” This time, Tom dove down onto Jack’s dick and swallowed it.

“Oh, sweet…that feels…don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He shuddered as he felt Tom hum around the mouthful of pure Southern cock.