“So, Nate, you play any sports?” he said, taking my arm and turning it over. I looked down into his lap — I could still see through those fucking pants, and his bulge was clearly visible, full of promise, packed into those tight bikinis.
Chris, oh-so casually, mentioned that he liked putting things up his ass. “Mostly my fingers,” he said, smiling and looking towards the road. “It feels fucking fantastic.”
“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.
“No way. Yours is way bigger.”
“Want to compare?”
He had a big ass. I pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was pink and clean. I poured a little honey down his crack and it drizzled over his hole.