RT-590 Sea Meat

FOREWORD

Roger moaned, hunching back and forth, loving the way Toby’s long wet tongue darted rapidly in and out of his rectum.

Blake Devereaux was wolfing down Roger’s bullmeat, groaning and gulping, jacking furiously on his own huge tool as he deep-throated sailor meat like there was no tomorrow.

That double mouth action was too much for Roger  to withstand for very long. He gave a hoarse bellow of excitement, tossing his head from side to side as he squeezed on Toby’s taster with his hot, tight asshole and twisted his fingers in Blake’s short dark hair.

“YEEEEEEAH! TAKE MY LOAD, MAN! TAKE MY BIG FUCKIN’ MAN-LOAD!! AAAARRRGH!” Roger roared, grimacing with savage satisfaction, his muscles bulging as he heaved back and forth.

Blake gave a guttural grunt of urgent excitement, jerking his head back till the fat, juicy knob of the sailor’s boner rested on his quivering, slurping tongue.

He choked as big, thick strands of hot, salty jizz vaulted from Carmichael’s cock, blasting into his mouth with geyser-like intensity, nearly drowning the dude.

Blake gulped and groaned, his cheeks filling out with scalding man-scum, sperm trickling from the corners of his mouth and flowing in sticky rivulets down his gulping throat…