And when it’s ready… you drink.”He turned and walked back toward the long leather couch where the others were already seated; four half-hard cocks, four pairs of spread legs, thick thighs, wide stances, silent stares.My heart thudded.They were gods.And I was kneeling at their feet.Chase sat at the center, stretching his long legs out wide. But my gut twisted with instinct.Chase looked down at me, his presence towering. Gay sex He just spread his knees wider and reached down to scratch lazily at his stomach, teasing himself like he had all the time in the world. “Look at you,” he said. He sat like a king. Not our cocks. He wiped it with two fingers and flicked it into the goblet.“One down,” he said, stepping back.Lucas was next.He stood tall, thick thighs tense, one hand stroking tight and fast. “That cup’s already got a head start.”He grunted as he came. . . . . . …hard. Warm. He just walked forward, slow and silent, and came like he was handing me a part of his soul.His strokes were slower. But my gut twisted with instinct.Chase looked down at me, his presence towering.
