Chapter 6

Intoxicated with each other, we swayed east and west in opposite but concurrent actions. Both of us huffed, grunted, and murmured in states of erotic satisfaction. Together we slammed into each other, fell apart, and slammed into each other again. That action of cock-to-mouth ensued for the next fourteen minutes, until I was ready to explode my ejaculate into his body, coating his organs with my semen, and drowning the handsome Latino with every drop of my load that I could muster.

No, I did not blow my thick and sticky semen inside the gator guy’s mouth or throat. Instead, I pulled away from him, and forced him to end his blowjob. I pushed on his shoulders and called down at the man on his knees, “Use that reptile on my ass, man…I want to feel it inside me.”

“I like when a man demands things from me.” Manijo stood, planning his next sexual adventure with my skin, looking keen to connect with me yet another time, but in a different way.

“Of course you do.”