Chapter 18

“Having a good time?” asked a familiar voice.

Dale looked up and could tell by the sheen on Tom’s cock that his uncle had obviously been having a good time. The pang of jealousy he felt, even as he was being fucked himself, took him by surprise. The strength of the feeling scared him. Was this what love felt like?

“Yes,” Dale replied, his lips parting in a half smile. “You are too, by the looks.”

There was a sting to his words but if Tom heard it, he didn’t let on. He simply winked and disappeared across the room to where a couple of men were double fucking Mr Taylor-Forbes. Forgetting the Italian behind him for a moment, he watched as Tom positioned himself over the thin man’s face and pulled his arse cheeks open so the man beneath got the full deal. He wished it was him that was licking that hairy arsehole. Suddenly, Rocky grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. Despite himself he shrieked. The move had taken him by surprise.