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"Hey, no boys allowed! Pete is making brunch in the kitchen. Out!"
I washed my face and my dick and walked into the kitchen. "Morning, Ray. We survived!"
"Did we ever. Did we have as much fun as I think we had?"
"That and more." The women joined us in a few minutes as Pete laid out french toast, bacon and coffee. Lots of coffee. We sat around trying to describe last night's festivities but like me, everything was vague, as if in a dream. Still, we all agreed that it was a fun experience and even more fun being together. And the sex must have been great since we were all sore but, I think, the next time I have sex, I think I'd like to be there.
As my dog was needing to be walked and fed, I made my goodbyes...kisses all around...and split. Back at my place, after I'd tended to my hairy buddy, I began to have flashbacks so I got in my recliner and soon feel asleep to amazing images. I seem to recall Pete fucking Terry up the ass, me fucking him and Mickey's strap-on fucking me. I wonder if that happened. Hell, I'd like to see that.
- COMMENTS
goducks1almost 5 years agowish he could have remembered the action! seemed a little like a writers cop-out, but i still really enjoyed reading it.
