“By the way, my name’s Pete, Pete Jenkins; and that’s the gang. It even had a pinball machine with Wonder Woman throwing her golden lasso at any one who dared play. Gay sex “Yeah, that’s my boy,” he whispered, his breath on my cheek, his beard on my neck, and his warm chest hair meeting mine. I imagined Frank as a real flipper like me who felt my hard cock press against his ass. I shot countless arcs of cum on the futon and beyond to the treehouse floor.Faster and faster, Frank pumped his cock into me, then reverse the order and intermittingly added corkscrews and mini-thrusts to pummel my asshole into a slacking maw.“I’m gonna cum. I was definitely in lust but was I hallucinating?Even in my suspicion, I only managed, “Sure.”It was my fantasy to speed down the highway on the back of gruff biker’s hog. “This is waiting for you.”Just feeling his cock, breathing its own lust made me relax and open deeper. “I don’t worry about profit, I worry about having a good time!” he said and rang a bell, whose proximity was close enough to make me hop from my stool and spill my beer all over.“Damn funny guy,” Pete said while shaking his head at my antics.
