It mattered not to Tommy that the big man was still sporting his own hard on, nor that Pawel was literally sitting in a pile of his own shit; Tommy was mortified that his body might betray him this way.He tried to look to his left and, sure enough, Pete’s dick was unfurling within the tight yellow lycra. My assumption was that in spite of the forced incontinence and the part he had to play, reluctantly, in his compatriots’ humiliation, the big guy had moved on to thoughts of revenge. Gay sex It comes. Wave after wave of spunk pushed through the shiny fabric and began tracing the length of the younger man’s obvious erection. Opposite the two impaled men, Pawel finally was able to cease shitting himself but the effort had taken it out of him and he slumped in shameful exhaustion, unable to meet the eyes of his penetrated friends, as his full underwear sagged and cooled.I watched, happily, as the fucking machines commenced their slow rhythm; withdrawing just enough, but not completely, from the two helpless men and then slowly re-entering them and drawing groans and gasps from Pete and Tommy.
