Flesh And Fire: A short story Collection
Most times, we only had time for a quickie between the three — and yes, I liked all three to fuck me — before we had to return so no one thought our disappearances were strange.
So that meant trips to the grocery store or whatever had to be maneuvered into our hook-up times. Or when our parents went out to dinner, you know? Ugh. So, yeah, the sneaking around sucked.
Randell, secretly my favorite but don’t tell the other boys this, climbed into the driver seat, I took the passenger side and Kingsley and Lance took the back seat of the truck’s super cab.
Why was Randell my fav? Well, at first glance, it’s easy to assume it’s because he’s hecka hot — six foot three, two-hundred twenty-five poun
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