Chapter 17

Sometime later, when he was at last able to open his eyes and keep them open, his vision was filled by two tanned buttocks with a small line of thick black hair running from between them up to the small of the back. If he rolled his eyes back, he could glimpse other guests, all of them naked and standing around him, stroking their cocks with one hand and fingering each other with their free hands. None of them was Tom. It wasn’t Tom on his tongue either. Nevertheless, he reached up and gripped the cheeks, pulling them open so he could get his tongue deeper inside. His tongue pushed through the sphincter muscle and drew from the nameless man a lengthy moan. Dale flicked his tongue as best he could across the soft, moist tissue surrounding the arsehole, prompting its owner to begin grinding it against Dale’s mouth. With two meaty arse cheeks pressed against his face, he was finding it difficult to breathe.