Chapter 7

Even though Rocco’s lips burned with want, he pulled back and looked deeply at Preacher as if trying to read his thoughts. “Preacher, what…you’re not gay.”

“Right now, I don’t know what the hell I am.”

“Then…”

“Shut up,” Preacher said as he pulled Rocco closer, and met Rocco’s lips with a whimper of passion.

Slowly they wilted to the floor where Rocco felt innocent at first, but like a tease, he turned hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. When Preacher’s hot breath touched Rocco’s lips it singed them, making him as hungry as a whore beneath his lover.

“Give me more, Preacher,” Rocco whispered. “Push it in, and give me all you’ve got.”

With the invitation hanging in the air, Preacher began roughly pulling at his Daisy Dukes until Rocco lay ready for his cock. The next thing he knew he had buried it so deep inside him, he heard Rocco gasp. With that he began to dig in and out of his hole, both hungry for the hot feeling that drove them into the stratosphere of their existence.