Rim my ass, boy!”Pete’s tongue darts into the furry feast. He licks his lips tasting some the deputy’s left-over excess.“I do.” Sanchez says.“Well, Deputy, I want yours.” Mack says.“And I would not mind having yours, Mack.” Pete says.Each man looks to the other. Gay sex Your measurements are all in that book, your width and girth, everything. And I aim to please.”Trucker pulls his spit-laden cock from the man’s mouth and walks to the edge of the bed where Mack has re-positioned his ass back up, where he lays on his back.“I want it back in me,” Mack demands.The kid stands. McLeod, I want to taste that.”Sanchez points to the fleshy-steel girder, which waves like beacon between the two men.“Son, you are right on time,” Trucker says, “C’mere.”Sanchez walks towards the blonde tasseled giant of a man, his hands wanders over the exposed flesh of the one before him.“This is what I want,” Sanchez says as he squeezes the plump stiff rod of the god-like man between his fingers.Sanchez kisses Trucker, their faces meld, into one. Both men have a light wisp of a beard on their rugged faces. He yanks his open shirt from his chest and throws it in a heap on the floor.
