“Avril, Avril, where in the hell are you?” Avril rolled his eyes as his lover Gage was once again shouting to the heavens. Holy shit; can’t a person get sucked without someone else yelling at the top of his lungs? “By the gods, Dylan, if you stop because Gage is throwing a temper tantrum, I may throw one as well.”
Dylan slurped and popped off of Avril’s cock as he drug his tongue up the underside of the large running vein. He raised an eyebrow in a sly look. “In here,” shouted Dylan, hoping Gage would come join the fun.
Gage threw open the door and stopped dead in his tracks. Dylan was on his knees on the side of the bed, between Avril’s legs and had a mouthful of gorgeous cock. “Oh fuck.”
Gage admired the beauty of two of his lovers. Dylan was slender but muscular. He had a runner’s body, just topping five feet, eleven inches and ice blue eyes with ginger hair streaked through with the color of wheat. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks, which always seemed to sparkle when his body flushed with lust. Dylan’s appearance suited his personality to a tee. His gingery colored hair gave him a devilish look which indeed resonated throughout his devilish personality. Always the jokester, Dylan always put on smile on everyone’s face even if the men did want to throttle him at times. Avril, on the other hand, was six feet, five inches. The second largest of the men, Avril had chocolate eyes and hair so black it shined with blue tinges. For being so large, Gage knew that Avril had the soul of a gentle giant and deep down loved to be dominated. Gage admired how his tanned body looked dark against Dylan’s pale skin.
“And what do we have here? Why were the rest of us not invited to the party?”