My mind races. Gay sex I open my outer gates to Sodom, letting the water through, and gently press on my rectum. Each thrust increasing in vigor, as my wrists weaken as they tighten and the muscles in my arms strain. My right fingers press on the entrance locked tight, trying to penetrate with a slippery sludge: the shampoo down my back that made it to my crack and the lotion, whose oily viscosity, now emulsified with water, has morphed into a slick lubricant. He brings his left hand around into my already open mouth. Two pumps of shampoo will do, and I lather it through my hair. With the best cum of my week, I return to the mundane life. …to be continued.Author’s Note:Dear Reader,The journey you’ve undertaken with my words has not gone unnoticed. He pinches and twists with thumb-middle finger grip, flipping the top with his index finger. I’m deserving of sin, a labor worth today’s struggles. He pinches and twists with thumb-middle finger grip, flipping the top with his index finger.
