And your name is Chris Collins, living over by the college. Not much, though. Gay sex I wasn’t any sort of public servant hero. the guy who usually fucks you . I’d had some to drink too. . “Ah, yes, he opened you well.”Upon the first nailing of my ass, he gripped my waist between his hands and raised my pelvis to him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. He was self-assured and cocky and, at least on the physical level, had every reason to be so. He didn’t growl at me; he sounded calm, soothing. I had been looking for adventure, and I felt I was in a thriller movie.Tom gave me a “I know you see it, but you don’t see it, do you?” look and I gave him my best “you’re the boss, whatever you want” submissive look in return.“Well, you were driving at least fifteen miles over the speed limit back there,” the officer said, as he turned the beam of the flashlight on Tom’s license and registration cards.“Uh, sorry. That’s not what you can do for me. He handled me like he totally debauched a small guy like me three times a week, and, for all I knew, he did. I kept telling myself that I’d
