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I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

Control. Now the thing you have to know about Kent and J.J. is that they both have girls. Kent was living with a very nice, very vanilla sort of girl. He liked to mix it up with us because we are not vanilla. J.J. had married a girl he knocked up last year. They were expecting the baby any day now. At first, J.J. stopped coming around all together, but the closer to the due date, the less his wife wanted to have se8x.

Instead, I was soaked again. I slipped my hand between my legs and gently touched my swollen clit, biting my lip as a soft whimper escaped me. The memory of his thick fingers stretching me, his deep voice calling me his filthy little slut… it was too much. I rubbed myself slowly, eyes closed, imagining his massive cock instead of my fingers. The bedroom door creaked open. I froze, hand still between my thighs. Ken stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the enormous bulge hanging heavily between his legs. His muscular chest and arms flexed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

— Okay, go help him with the coffee… Maybe you’ll find his heterosexuality in the coffee powder. I walk into the kitchen and MR. X was finishing serving my mug. I approach and steal a fiery kiss from her lips. He stares at me for a moment and then lifts me up on the kitchen counter, forcing his hip between my legs. Lift my skirt up and then pull my panties, gliding with it through my legs until it reaches my feet. His head positions itself between my thighs and then begins to explore my sex, making me moan intensely. As his tongue explored me, my desire to scream grew, but then I remember that not far away is Filomena mumbling and convincing himself that Mr. X is gay. — Definitely... you...

He had me straddle him while projecting the earlier hip movements. Bursting with pent-up desire, I was down with getting intimate. … Rolling his eyes back, Kent couldn’t get enough of the high. I seemed to be a toy for his own amusement. Kent lasted no more than two minutes. Crawling under the covers, Kent lit a cigarette and bragged about me to his buddy on the phone. “I’m telling you, Scott. I told my wife to hit the gym, and it totally worked out for me. I had the best night ever.”

He pulled me close to him and rubbed my back in a non-sexual way as he whispered, “There’s no need to be like this. I’ve already explained about fairy hormones and about werewolf mind control. Just be thankful that it wasn’t a vampire or you’d be doing things you truly didn’t wish to do. You had a night of sexual exploration with a male who was very adept in pleasuring a female as well as being quite handsome. There’s no shame in that.” “How can you say that?” I hiccupped. “Was Kenton upset with you? No, he wasn’t. So, why should you be upset with yourself? When you’ve lived as long as Kenton and I have and seen as much as we’ve seen, you’ll look at this time in your life and laugh,”

Axton asked. "Fuking only one pussy is tiring, try other pussy too" Kent suggested, and Axton stones Kent the pen he was holding and it landed directly on Kent's forehead. "Ouch, what was that for Axton?" "Seeking advice from you, was a wrong idea" Axton said. "So you're just going to focus on one pussy? Don't you want to see the difference between radio and television?" Kent asked. "Get out" "Axton, you are going to enjoy it better if you....."

“Well, you need to think. If he did something and then erased your memory, we need to take action. Werewolf sperm takes hold like fungus and grows just as fast.” “I’ve never heard sperm being compared to fungus before,” Kenton said good-naturedly as he waltzed into the stables as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He looked at me and smiled. “You make a mean pot of coffee. I’ll have to leave that job up to you from now on.” “Missy claims that Ethan had sex with her twice. I only know about once.” Hap said. “Did she, now?” Kenton said with surprise.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I ordered another cold beer, turning away from him. I had to just forget he was there. "Hey, got your eyes on a beautiful girl?" Kent asked. "Yeah", I lied to him. Since he was my good friend, he once knew I was gay and it was him who helped me change that and now I didn’t want him to realise I was starting to feel attracted again to a male. So I had to be careful. We was having the time of his life. The exhibition had been a success. Now he was letting go of all that anxiousness he had throughout the day, having fun with his mates.

My head fell back, a growl breaking out of me. “Fuck, Janessa.” She tugged my hair, lips finding my neck, sucking. I slammed her harder against my wall, eating her mouth until we were both breathless. I dropped her, but only so I could fall to my knees. My mouth found her skin. Kissing from her feet up. Slow. Worshipping. I slid her gown up and her thighs parted. “Mr. G-” she moaned. “Don’t call me that,” I rasped, looking up at her. “Not now, Mr. G wouldn't do this.”