“Dude!” Just when he was getting the hang of–was it called bottoming? Gay sex “Goddamn.”Hudson’s anus spasmed violently just before John’s pearlescent cum escaped his channel, dribbling down his fuzzy taint and over his furry balls in a steady stream. Hudson feared he may have walked in on a ‘Sister Wives’ situation.Hudson had to admit that he was out of his element here. He could hide her in his next dorm room until they figured out a better living situation and spend the summer camping outdoors. (Rest in peace to the leg hair that had probably gotten lost somewhere in the carpet and left his knees naked.)Hudson tried to regroup while his stepdad reached behind his neck and yanked off his shirt, but all that broad, muscled man on display had him feeling…well, that sort of squirmy, uncomfortable feeling he sometimes got in his stomach when he was lifting in the weight room and one of the homies had a particularly impressive pump, or just…well…in general.“Christ,” muttered Hudson. Hudson felt exposed and uncomfortably wet, like he’d done a shoddy job wiping his ass.
