Lust and a gutter punk.
“Hey, to each his own,” Perry said, “all I know is, I’m gonna lay back and let one of you feast on my butt while I shoot a load.”
“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.
Chris decided, since we were both hard-up, that we should pick up a chick and take turns fucking her. I’d never done a threesome before, so my conception of what would happen wasn’t too clear. And the more I drank the less clear it became, until I only had one objective — I needed to fuck.
“You wanna feel it?” I reached out and grasped his meaty pec in my hand. Toby looked down at his chest and flexed it again, the hot flesh quivering in my hand. He watched my hand with a grin as I felt down the smooth curve of his side, towards his stomach.