I had been made for this—to serve the pleasure of men, and both Honey Tom and Rufus knew how to give pleasure as well as how to take it.Increasingly as time went by, though, the words of my pa rang in my ears those first days of April, while I was stretched out up here in Rufus’s cabin on my back with my legs open and Honey Tom lying on me, working his dick inside me, and then Rufus at me, stretching my passage with his big black dick, and then Honey Tom inside me . Gay sex But there’s Rufus too. It weren’t her fault. I didn’t see no other choice from the first time Franny said Honey Tom would be coming up here on the mountain to us. Family, with a grateful wife and children to blossom into grandchildren, and so forth, down through the ages would be a forever pleasure.On the morning of the third day, I got up sore from the bed, pulling myself out of the entangling arms of a hunk of a man on either side of me.
