Just when Barry thought he would climb out of his skin with an overwhelming need to be dicked, Jimmy asked if he thought he was ready.
“Uh huh,” Barry panted, not capable of forming complete sentences. Jimmy, as well as Jake, had whipped him into a fever pitch of wanton lust.
Despite all his careful preparation, Barry still felt a twinge of pain when Jimmy started to ease in his fat prick.
“Oh, God,” Barry panted.
“Want me to stop?” Jimmy asked.
“No. Give me more. I need all of it.”
Thankfully Jimmy didn’t take Barry at his word and spent several excruciating pleasure/pain-filled seconds to fill Barry with countless inches of fat dick. When Jimmy was all the way in and Barry could feel scratchy pubes tickling his arse ring, he let out a long breath. He felt stuffed, like he needed to take a crap, but, oh, God, it was wonderful
“You okay, bud?” Jake asked, wiping Barry’s face.
Barry grunted a positive response, not realizing he’d broken out in a sweat.