TC-217 3 Way-The Only Way

FOREWORD

He gently turned the knob the full distance around and started to open the door. There were more than two people in the room, only they weren’t playing poker-they were just playing! The first thing Stanley heard was, “C’mon, baby, fuck that ass hard!” The voice belonged to somebody Stanley didn’t recognize. It wasn’t Raleigh’s voice.

He swallowed a huge lump in his throat and pushed the door open about a foot, far enough for him to see inside.

There were six of them there. All buck-ass naked and all on or around the bed. And Raleigh was right in the middle. He was on his knees on the bed. He had his cock stuck up some kid’s ass—a fucking recruit, not more than eighteen—and behind him, Dillion was fucking him like crazy. A goddamned fuck sandwich with Raleigh as the meat.

But that wasn’t all. The kid getting fucked had somebody hanging on his cock. And Raleigh, even while he was fucking, was somehow managing to suck off another of his “buddies.” The sixth was just standing nearby, giving encouragement. It was his voice Stanley had heard.

Stanley stood there in shocked silence for a long while. Nobody noticed him. There was only one light on in the room and it was on the far side. Stanley was in the shadows, but they were too busy to notice him even if he’d been in a fucking spotlight.

Stanley considered turning on the lights and jumping into the middle of the group. He’d pick out Raleigh and he’d knock the shit out of him! Kill him! Anything! He was so fucking angry his whole head hurt.