Chapter 12

Later, we watched Magic Mike XXLbecause, you know, hot men, dance moves. Who cares about plot? Those gyrations had my hands sweaty and my groin hot by the time it was over. René noticed my distress, and, seeing he was similarly affected, dragged me from the room while the other guys were arguing over whether or not to play Poker or Monopoly. Or watch porn.

We barely made it into his room before he pushed me up against the door, with my pants yanked down and my cock sucked within an inch of its life, with René looking so hot on his knees below me. I forgot everything except his mouth and fucked his throat, my hands hard on his head until I screamed release.

Jesus, fuck, I almost passed out. René wouldn’t let me, though. He manhandled me to the bed, dragged my pants down to my knees, and propped me on the edge of the mattress, my knees on the plush carpet. “I’m gonna fuck you, Serge, and you’ll be so loud, the guys will think the house is on fire.”

“Do it,” I begged.