Chapter 52

Then Doug slowly dropped his pants. He was wearing Jockey low risers. His cock was outlined perfectly against the fabric. Randal could do nothing but stare. Doug pulled him down until his face crushed into Doug’s genitals. Randal moaned with pleasure.

“Come on,” Doug whispered, pulling Randal to his feet. They went into the guest bedroom. There, Doug skillfully undressed his ‘mentor’. He laughed when he saw the jock strap stuffed with Kotex. But when he removed it he wasn't disappointed. Randal was amply endowed. Then finally came the time when Doug pulled his Jockeys down and Randal saw the beautiful cock slap against his sculptured abs.

At ten o'clock Randal stood beside the bed with the phone in his hand. His face was chapped, there was dried cum on his chest and his ass was sore. But, he was happy—happier than he had ever been in his life. Outside the window the freezing rain pounded out its rhythm. Praise the Lord,he thought, He doth provide in our hour of need.