“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?”
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