Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 11:03:10 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Model, Chapter 2.

				 The Model

				 Chapter 2


        I hesitated.  I gotta tell this kid, I finally decided.  It'll come
out eventually, and that's never good.  "Look, Shane, I'm not married," I
confessed.  "I'm not even straight!"

	Shane paused a moment, then smiled.  "Thanks for being so honest
with me, Jay, but I already knew."

	"WHAT?"


	"It's the world's worst kept secret," Shane smiled.  "You gonna
fuck me or not?"

	My dick was still hard as steel.  Shane does have a beautiful ass,
and there is no point in pretending I'm straight any longer.  "You sure you
want me to bareback ya?"

	"I know your last tests were all negative," Shane grinned over his
back and wiggling his ass against my dripping member.  "Why shouldn't you
seed my butt?  I love to get fucked!"

	How did he know so much about me?  Is this guy a stalker, or is he
merely hot to get boned by a top model?  My dick sure wanted his ass, and
it was a very hot ass!  "You got lube?" I finally surrendered.

	"Just eat my ass again and then shove it in.  I love it rough and
hard," Shane admitted.  "Besides, you drip more precum than any guy I've
ever been with and that's saying a lot.  One of the first guys to fuck me
did it without lube, because he drooled so much pre-fuck juice, and because
I wanted his big dick real bad and he wanted my ass even worse!"

	Being a consummate ass eater (and that Shane had a sensational ass
(or did I mention that already?)), I resumed my butt munching position.
This time, though, I did it like I loved it (which I did, of course) and
Shane pulled out all the stops to get my tongue and face as far between his
butt cheeks as he could push me (with both of his hands on the back of my
head).  My tongue speared and drenched his tunnel entrance with spit.  If
he wanted it rough and hard, he would get it that way (but, with a common
sense amount of tongue juice applied liberally).

	Shane moaned and pled for something thicker and longer.  I knew he
didn't mean my fingers.  His ass wiggled from side to side, up and down,
his hole opened and squeezed my darting tongue.  This hot surfer was more
than ready to be mounted.

	I stood behind him at the edge of the bed and wiped the drips from
my dickhead against his winking pucker.  Shane tried several times to back
on to it.  Then, he succeeded.  It felt so good to be barebacking and
inside a tight, hungry ass again.  This boy loved dick.  It was obvious
(from how he continued to spit himself like a roast on my skewer) that he
needed not just any dick, but a BIG dick in his ass.  I knew I wasn't the
biggest out there, but it was more than adequate to give him the pleasure
he hungrily desired.

	My dickhead and shaft rocketed forward, grazing his prostate.
Shane groaned with pleasure.  I pushed harder and sank nearly to my pubes.
The blonde surfer winced slightly, but, didn't pull away.  His hands
grabbed at my ass and pulled me completely into him.  I ground in my thick
dick root and pubes.

	"Fuck!  Yeah!" he moaned with glee.  "Fuckin' big dick in my ass;
so hot!  Ride me, Baby!"

	I punched his tight hole with long, deep thrusts, his ass tunnel
welcoming me like an old friend.  With practiced strokes, his butt muscles
chewed and sucked on my pumping missile.  I powerfucked his ass, pulling on
his hips with my hands into every hard ram I pounded him with.  My tempo
increased as his ass tightened around my dick.  I knew he was getting
close, but so was I.

	"I'm gonna cum in the sheets without touching myself," he warned.
I ripped my dick out of his ass, flipped him over, and jammed it back
inside him.  He growled at the sudden re-invasion, but, loved every inch of
it.  Shane pulled my face down to his and kissed me.  I kissed him back,
not losing any of the savagery of my butt pounding.

	His breathing became labored as my fucking sped up.  I was so close
now.  His hands on my ass encouraged me to go deep and fuck him hard.  At
this point, there was no holding back.  His ass was going to be flooded and
I was not pulling out until I'd emptied my bull ball bag.

	"FUCK!" Shane shouted, spraying a hot load of jizz between us.
"Fuck me HARDER!"

	As if!

       A fully-loaded freight train couldn't have stopped my dick from
coating his ass tunnel with jets of my creamy baby batter.  I felt my hard
dick jerk and spray repeatedly.  He was cumming as heavily as I was, but
his load was coating us outside, whereas my load was coating his deep
channel.  His love canal chewed relentlessly on my jerking dick in time
with each heavy release of more of his sperm between our abs.  My dick
responded with additional swelling and more dick gravy.  I sprayed so hard
into his ass that he'd be shitting out my load for a week.

	I'd boned The Fluffer only a couple of hours ago, but I still had a
monster load for Shane, partly because we were barebacking, but mostly
because Shane has a wonderfully hungry ass.  We continued to kiss, enjoying
the bliss of a good fuck session.  His ass was awash in jizz (as were his
abs and mine).  I moved to pulled out, but his hands held me in place.

	"Let it drain," he cooed.  "I seldom get a good load in my ass and
I want this one to last."

	He was right in one respect.  My dick oozed a lot of cum after I
climaxed.  I'd stained a lot of underwear shoving my recently squirting
dick back in my shorts.  Squeezing my dick didn't seem to help, either.  I
had a drooler.  There was no other way to say it, and certainly nothing to
be done about it.  Men who sucked me off enjoyed sucking on my dick after I
came because of that.  My dick wasn't that sensitive after I shot off, so I
was good for that.  Most of the time (if they did a good job of draining
me), I'd get hard again within a few minutes, and they'd get another load.
The second load usually went up their butts, though.

	Finally, I pulled out and Shane sighed.  "You're such a hot fuck,"
he purred.  "But, I'll bet all the guys tell you that."

	"Not that you'd notice," I demurred as I flipped on to my back
beside him.  "Most of them are into it for the hot sex and don't see much
more than the superficial."  I leaned over and licked up some of his cum
from his chest and abs.

	"You could do that all day," he moaned.

	I grinned.  He may be enjoying it , but I loved it.  Licking up
sperm, directly from a squirting dick or from a hot, hard body, was one of
my favorite activities.  Only fucking and rimming were higher on the list.

	When I'd finished, he cleaned off my abs, too.  But, instead of
stopping, he licked and sucked on my pubes, then, sucked my flaccid dick
into his mouth.  He cleaned cum from it with soft, warm licks.  It felt
good, good enough to get a rise out of me.

	He smiled when he'd achieved a solid erection.  "Looks to me like
you need some more fucking," he grinned.  "You think you can pound my ass
again?"

	"Any position, little boy!"

	Shane sat on my dick and worked it like a pro.  His ass had to be
raw and hurting after 15 minutes of pounding, but he didn't show it.  He
worked my dick right up to the edge of a climax four times before he
finally let both of us hit it.  His ass squeezed and sucked on my dick, his
hard dick flopping wildly as his climax overtook him.  Cum sprayed from his
dick and covered both of us as well as the bed.  My climax juices squirted
hard and thick up his ass again.

	When I'd finally stopped pumping upwards into him, his asshole
massaged my hard dick, attempting to squeeze out the last few drops.
However, my thick dick up his ass had spread him so well that he was
leaking cum around the temporary butt plug.  It oozed out over my nuts and
dripped on to the bed.

	With care, he pulled off my hard dick and turned around.  His
tongue and lips lapped up his spilled jizz then went after my cum-coated
dick.  His ass was right in my face.  Cum dripped leisurely from it.  I'd
heard many hot stories about felching, but had never done it (mostly
because barebacking opportunities were rare).  Tentatively, my tongue
darted out and licked up my loads that were dripping off his swinging nut
sack.  The dribbles tasted like jizz.  Only a hint of ass went with it.  In
fact, it was as good as eating ass, only you got the added bonus of hot
dick gravy!

	My lips closed over his pulsating asshole and my tongue burrowed
inside.  More cum coated my tongue.  I licked as deeply as my tongue would
reach and savored every drop of my dick sauce that I could lap up.

	"That is so HOT!" Shane groaned.  "I'll bet my ass tastes as good
as your dick does."  He moved around and kissed me.  We shared jizz and
asshole flavors.  It was wonderful, we immediately agreed.  "You should
pound my ass more often," he grinned.

	I pushed him away and told him to sit on my face.  "I haven't mined
all my jizz from your butt yet," I told him.  He giggled and did as he was
told.  Sitting on my face allowed more cum to drain from his ass.  I had no
idea I'd shot that much inside him.  But, it had been two loads.

	We kissed again and again, sharing the taste of hot sex.
Eventually, we settled down and talked about the modeling and clothing
business and how we both got started with man-to-man sex.  His tale was not
unlike many of us, but it had some elements of every gay man's fantasies.

	"I was 15 when I got my first taste of dick," Shane began.  "I'd
tried out for the gymnastics team in my high school.  I was a freshman and
one of the seniors took me on (at the coach's direction).  The coach was
too busy with his `stars' to be bothered with the new kid.  So, the senior
(his name was Brad) showed me how to compete better in all the events.  I
already had a basic understanding, but I needed a lot of polish and even
more weight and flexibility training.

	"Brad was one of those naturally gifted athletes with broad
shoulders and an easy ability to add muscle.  His best event was the still
rings, so you know he was incredibly well built."  I grinned in
acknowledgement.  I knew the type.  "After a couple of workouts, we were in
the shower together and he came on to me.  Of course, my dick betrayed me,
so he knew he had me.

	"It was all about him.  I sucked him off, I got fucked, he was the
senior, and I was the kid.  I thought I was in love, but clearly, I loved
sex with Brad.  After he got my cherry, he practically ignored me.  Oh,
he'd help with the gymnastics, showing me several ways to improve my floor
exercises, but otherwise, he was a cold fish," Shane sighed.

	"That couldn't have been easy," I sympathized.  "It's even more
difficult with him being your first man."

	"Yeah, you never forget your first," he sighed again.

	"So, what happened?" I wondered.  "You certainly learned more than
he taught you."

	"Oh, yeah!  One day, I was doing some stretching before we
practiced.  This was like a month or so after Brad got my cherry.  I was on
my back, pulling my legs into my chest, trying to keep my ass on the mat,
but don't doing all that well.  The basketball team always practiced right
up until we started to do our thing, but we always stretched as they were
finishing up.  So, this really great looking black guy (also a senior)
chased a bouncing ball over to me.  The coach had blown the whistle and
told them to hit the showers just then.  I was wearing those white stretch
pants with the white suspenders and no shirt.  He checks me out and smiles,
but I saw him look more than once at my ass.  I know those white pants
stretched well over my ass, but I didn't know that my asshole showed
through the fabric so easily.

	"The guy says, `Nice stretch'.  Of course, I didn't know he meant
my asshole, but the way he was looking at my ass, I knew he was interested
in something.  I was straining a bit, so he asked if I needed any help.
When I told him I was supposed to be keeping my ass on the ground when I
pulled my legs into my chest, he knelt down and suggested he could help.
His big black hands on my ass felt so good.  He pushed down to keep my
tailbone on the floor while I pulled on my legs to get a better stretch.  I
felt his thumbs rub over my pucker hole.  I know I moaned!"

	"Yeah, I'll just bet you did," I interjected.

	"Like a cheap whore," Shane laughed.  "I boned up instantly,
stretching my jock and the white pants.  Each time he touched my hole, I
moaned and purred.  He told me I needed some additional training.  I smiled
and agreed with him.  I told him when practice was over and he said he'd
hang around.  He'd shoot some hoops in one of the other basketball courts
and check up on me in another hour and a half.  I wondered why he wanted to
wait so long after my practice (which was only an hour).  Finally, it
dawned on me that he wanted some special, "alone" time with me.  Sometimes,
I can be so damned dense."

	"Tight, perhaps, but not dense," I chuckled, playing with his
expanding dick.

	Shane smiled and thrust his dick between my grasping fingers.  "You
have all night to stop doing that," he whispered.

	"Get back to it," I insisted.

	"Oh, yeah.  Uh, I stretched after the practice for a few extra
minutes and dawdled quite a bit while changing out of my gymnast togs and
hit the showers.  By the time I did get into the shower room, it was
deserted.  I set the water temperature and stepped under the nozzle wetting
my hair and face.  I felt a big hand on my ass and another on my shoulder,
turning me around.  Before I could get the water out of my eyes, I was
being kissed by the softest, hottest lips I'd ever encountered.  His tall
body pressed against mine, both hands on my ass this time.  When he pulled
me tightly into him, I could feel his enormous dick sliding up my abs."

	"Like this?" I smiled, rolling on top of him, my hard dick
imitating his story.

	"Yeah, very much like that," he groaned.

	"What did he do then?"

	"He spun me around, ate my ass, and fucked the daylights out of
me."

	"And you were more than willing," I said as a statement, not a
question.

	"And I spend that Friday night with him in bed, demonstrating my
flexibility, and hunger for his big dick up my ass," he moaned when I
worked his nips with my fingers.

	"How many times did you take him?"

	"I lost count," he recalled vaguely.  "I know it was over half a
dozen, every one in my ass, too!"

	"Bareback?"

	"Yeah, bareback," he sighed.  "His dick was a little bigger than
yours, but not as thick.  But, he had huge loads.  I was swimming in his
cum."

	"And you hated every minute of it."

	He laughed.  "Yeah, right!  But, he sure loved to have his ass
eaten out.  If I started munching his butt, he'd always flip me over and
fuck me.  We both got what we wanted.  He was a great ass eater, too,
especially when his loads started to leak from my well-fucked butt."

	"I think I need to add another load to your ass, Shane," I smiled
down at him.  "I think most of my last load sprayed too deeply to be
reached by my tongue.  I'll need to add more to get some back."  He raised
his legs and wrapped them around my waist.  "Eager, aren't we?" I laughed.

	"I know what I like and you got what I need."

	So, I fucked him again, face to face.  Once more, I shot a hot load
of jizz up his Irish ass.  He couldn't get enough, nor could I.  When I
finally pulled my wilted dick from his wet ass, I licked up some stray cum,
but again, I'd shot too deeply to mine much from his white ass.

	"Getting back to that hot basketball player, you get something
going with him that lasted more than a couple of good sessions?" I asked.

	"Yeah, we fucked like bunnies for the rest of the year.  Then, he
graduated, found a hungrier ass in college and I never got another taste of
his big dick," he groaned.  "We could have been something together, but he
found some guy more his age, and I was history.  I gotta Dear John letter
about a month after he left."

	"So, what did you do that fall while he was away at college?" I
pressed.

	"I'd improved enough that I caught the eye of the coach.  He
started giving me some intense practices and personal time which evolved
into nearly daily sex with him.  He was about 35 or so, like double my age,
but had such an awesome, muscular body."  He paused for a moment and
smiled.  "Yeah, he had a big dick, too, and knew how to use it.  His big
star athlete had graduated the previous spring, so he was looking for new,
sweet meat, and I was it.  I didn't mind at all.  I got some great training
and coaching from him, not all of it dealing with gymnastics!" he giggled.

	"I can testify to that," I praised.  "You got some sweet moves,
Shane."

	"Practice does make perfect," Shane moaned.  "And he fucked me
after practice every afternoon.  When we weren't training or performing
(like after the season), he'd take me on after school each day.  Sometimes
we'd do it in his car, sometimes at his house, but most of the time at the
school in his coach's office.  The only time I ever spent the night with
him was when the team was on the road and we stayed at a hotel.  Still, he
insisted that he leave my room and return to his own before first light.
He loved my ass and I loved his big dick and hot loads.  He'd bareback my
butt nearly every day and I loved it.  He'd always suck me off at least
once during each session.  Coach sure did love boy cum and boy bottom."

	"Yeah, you got that perfect bottom stuff down cold," I smiled
patting his hot bubble butt.

	"Wanna fuck me again?" he smirked.

	"Doggie style this time," I decided.

	He rolled on to all fours and wiggled his cum-dripping butt at me.
I spent at least five minutes eating his ass out, enjoying the taste of my
previous loads before I mounted him.  I pounded his butt in long, deep
strokes.  He moaned and begged for another load, backing up into every
thrust.  His hungry ass wasn't to be denied.  Despite the obvious fact that
I'd shot off twice already, I was hot for his ass and shot off my third
load in less than two more minutes.  Eating his ass had something to do
with my heightened hunger, I'm sure; so did his hungry, talented, muscled
love tunnel.

	"I think we need to clean up and have some dinner," I finally
suggested.  "We can fuck some more after that."

	He grinned broadly.  "As long as you promise to pound my ass some
more, I'm more than willing to take a short break so you can recover."

	"Bitch!" I laughed.  "I'm not THAT old!"

	He laughed with me.  "I meant that you need time to recover like
any man would.  It has nothing to do with age," he promised.  I was only a
few years older than Shane.

	We showered and walked to the restaurant he'd had in mind.  After
we'd ordered, he said that he needed to hit the bathroom.  Some of my
babies wanted to exit, he'd smirked.  "But, there'll be room for more," he
smiled devilishly.  It wasn't subtle, but it was effective.  I followed him
into the bathroom a couple of minutes after he'd gone there.  When I pushed
through the door, the one stall was wide open; Shane was bent over and
wiggling his ass in my direction.  Anyone could have come in and taken
advantage of his ass.  He did like living on the edge!  "See something you
like, Big Guy?"

	I got into the stall with him, shut and locked the door behind me,
unzipped my pants, and pushed them down.  My rapidly hardening dick slid
effortlessly up his cum-soaked ass tunnel.  He clamped down hard on my
ass-stretching dick and began his famous dick-sucking maneuvers.  I knew we
didn't have much time, but I needed to nut in his ass again.  So, I
powerfucked him, blasting another hot load into his asshole a couple of
minutes later.  He shot off his load right before I did, but his sprayed
into the toilet.  We hadn't been quiet, but I didn't care.

       We cleaned up again, and headed back to our table.  The bottle of
wine we'd ordered was sitting in an ice bucket next to the table.  Two
glasses had not been poured.  The server had waited until were at the table
to sample the wine and agree that it was fit to drink.  He had been busy
with other diners, but he wasn't stupid.  He returned to our table shortly
after we got back with a knowing smile.  He certainly knew what we'd been
doing and seemed to have enjoyed it (from the bulge in his trousers).

	I sampled the wine and pronounced it to be excellent.  Shane had
ordered fish and I'd ordered one of the specials for the night, an Italian
version of Chicken a la King.  Thus, we'd ordered a white wine from the
region to go with the food.  It tasted somewhat German, but I didn't really
care (as I loved German whites).  It was good, that's all that mattered to
me.  Before we'd consumed more than half a glass each, dinner arrived.  His
locally caught fish didn't smell fishy, so I didn't have a problem with
that (I generally don't eat fish for a number of reasons, but the chief
reason is the fishy smell).  My chicken dish was spicier than I'd
anticipated, but still delicious.  It had been served over a kind of pasta
I'd not seen before, but it was the perfect accompaniment.

	We declined dessert, paid for dinner and returned to Shane's room.
He had his pants off before I'd closed the door behind us.  His shoes,
socks, and shirt had been shed (but held in his hands) between the ancient,
creaking elevator and his room.  When he turned (after tossing his clothes
into the corner), his dick was hard as steel.

	"I know someone who needs to get sucked off," I grinned.

	"I'd much prefer to get fucked," he replied, turning around and
bending over.  I quickly knelt behind him and started eating his ass.  Cum
drizzled from his butt.  My babies were active again and wanted to get back
to daddy.  This time, his butt tasted more of asshole and sweat, but it
wasn't unpleasant.  The nutty flavor of my loads added a special tang to
it.  "Get to it, Man!" Shane insisted.  "I love to get rimmed, but I REALLY
need to get FUCKED!"

	Never one to turn down such a heartfelt request, I stood behind him
and forced my dick through his ass ring and sank clear to my heavy,
swinging nuts.  "Fuck, yeah!" I groaned.  "What a sweet ass!"  His ass
tunnel muscles were working overtime.  He needed another load of nut butter
and my dick was so hot to spray that I didn't even pretend to hold back.
In less than a minute, I was filling him again.  "Take it, Bitch!" I
bellowed at last.

	Even after I climaxed, I kept fucking him.  I leaned over his back
and pounded his ass.  He jacked furiously until I slapped his hand away.
"You gonna fuck my nut outta my dick, aren't ya?" he smiled over his
shoulder.

	"Yeah, Baby!  You gonna feel that climax clear from your toes!" I
promised.

	And he did.

       Even though my dick had deflated some, the big head continued to
race back and forth over his prostate.  That magic button did the trick.  I
felt his ass spasm as he shouted out another big climax.  The sheets were
soaked with his creamy baby batter.  I should have flipped him over and
sucked him off instead of wasting it in the sheets, I thought too late.

	Panting, Shane stretched out on his stomach next to the wet sheets.
I flopped on to my back next to him.  "You're the hottest fuck I've had
since high school," he gasped, still catching his breath after a wrenching
hands-free climax.

	I glanced over at him.  His round butt looked so inviting.  I
rolled over back to my knees and kissed his ass.  "This is sure a sweet
ass, all nice and round and hard just where it needs to be.  And it loves
dick!" I added.

	"It sure loves your dick, Jay," he beamed.  "And the rest of you,
too."

	"You're great sex, Shane, but you know it can never be more than
that," I warned him.  "It'd never work as long as either of us is a working
male model."

	"I know, but I can still enjoy it while it's here."

	I smiled.  "Yes, you can.  Anytime we're at the same shoot, I'd be
more than happy to service you.  But, we'll have to negotiate the bareback
part each time."

	"Suits me!" he crowed.  "You'll probably be the only one I'll take
up the ass anyway.  But, I do love to suck dick and swallow loads just like
you do, so we're both still at some risk and need to be periodically
tested."

	"Have your agent contact my agent whenever you have a photo shoot
scheduled," I suggested.  "If I'm on the same shoot, I'll be sure to have
current test results."

	"And I'll be sure to have results every three months, so you can
suck me off," he leered.  "Sorry about that last load."

	"My fault," I assured him.  "I should have thought ahead and
flipped you over when you were getting close."

	"But, I loved it doggie style, so I just wanted you to make me nut
while you pounded my ass."

	The photo shoot lasted another week for me (four days for Shane),
but Shane stuck around after his part was over.  We fucked several times
every night, right after lunch, and each morning.  However, we had only one
early morning photo shoot; so we always got our required seven hours of
sleep (so we wouldn't look like we'd been up all night).  There is only so
much the make-up guy can do.

	Shane flew back to the States with me, and stayed with me for
another two weeks before he was called away for another fashion gig.  I got
pulled into another session in Australia shortly afterwards.  We didn't see
each other for another month.  He'd found out through my agent that I was
flying back from Australia and transiting through LAX.  He left a message
with the airline to have me call him when I got in.  As my plane didn't
leave for another four hours, I called.

	"Jay!  So great to hear your voice again.  Where you headed now?"
Shane asked.

	"Home."

	"How was Australia?"

	"Grueling, but fun.  The photo shoot went well, the weather was
good for all but three days out of the four weeks I was there," I revealed.
"What have you been up to?"

	"Just sitting on my hands, wishing I had your dick up my ass," he
smiled through the phone.  I could hear it in his voice.

	"I gotta catch another plane for home in about three hours," I
said.

	"Can you change it?"

	"Whatcha got in mind?" I smirked.

	"You know damned well what I have in mind," he laughed.

	"Yeah, I can change it.  It was open-ended when the company bought
the tickets.  They're business class."

	"As it should be for someone of your stature," Shane agreed.

	"I'll just postpone my return to Seattle.  How long will you be in
town?"

	"Right now, I have nothing on the schedule, although my agent said
that he's got something on the burner for Toronto."

	"Beware of that place," I warned him.  "Toronto's full of fags
that'll be after that ass every minute!"

	Shane laughed.  "Been there, done that!"

	"Tramp!"

	"And you haven't?"  My silence confirmed his suspicion.  "I'll pick
you up at the International Arrivals in about 30 minutes and we can fuck
non-stop for the next several days," he laughed.

	"See ya in 30 minutes!  And have that ass lubed and ready," I
laughed back.

	"It's always ready for you, Jay.  But, you gotta eat me out, and
then fuck my ass.  I need it bad!  I haven't been fucked since you pounded
my ass at your condo a month ago," he revealed.

	"How well I remember," I sighed.  "Get your ass out here, NOW!"

	Shane hung up and must have hit all the lights green, and sped
through the freeway network to get to the airport in record time.  His
"fuck me" red Miata drove up 25 minutes later.  I tossed my bags into the
small trunk of the car and jumped in beside him.  He leaned over and kissed
me.  "Welcome to Los Angeles, Baby!" he purred.  He wore no shirt and the
tightest Speedos I'd ever seen.  His big dick was hard and leaking precum.

	"Looks like you're glad to see me," I smiled and squeezed his
bulging crotch.

	"Oh, yeah!" he giggled, wheeling away from the curb.  "But, don't
stroke it too much or I'll cum in my shorts," he warned.

	"This better?" I smiled as my hand went down the back of his
shorts, one finger easily finding his asshole.

	He laughed.  "It needs something bigger."



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