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Subject: Plantation Temptation Part 5

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Part 5

Eric's Brother Comes To Visit

(This is for you, my John Dough. Sad not to hear from you anymore. Sorry if
I did something wrong. Hope you like the tale. I thought of your tail while
writing :-)


The following afternoon a telegram arrived saying Eric's brother Tom was on
his was for a visit. Tom had just turned twenty-one, inherited his part of
the family fortune and wanted to come see what life on the Weston Estate in
Virginia was like. Coming down from New York he was forced to wait in
Richmond for coach. He wandered around the city until he stumbled upon the
slave market. The huge, barn-like structure was filled with men except for
the women slaves, and an auction was going on.

Tom watched for a while until a negro caught his eye. Not as tall as
himself, perhaps 5'7", the young man was beefy and muscular, around 185 -
190 pounds. The strong, active body and light skinned attracted him. He
thought the man part Creole or maybe Indian. His eyes were soft like a faun
suddenly wondering which way to run, a look that made his face tender and
his strong body naturally submissive.

He stood naked, like all the other young negroes waiting their turn on the
block. Tom smiled at the vein that snaked down the top of the man's cock
shaft. He walked right over and took hold of the sex organ, then did as
he'd seen another buyer do a few minutes before. "Turn around," he
commanded. The negro turned, bent over and spread his ass cheeks. Tom spat
on his finger and shoved it up the negro's anus and smiled when the man
gave a slight grunt as if he'd enjoyed it. "Turn around again," Tom
said. When the negro turned Tom opened his mouth. The negro did the same,
and Tom stuck his finger in as if examining the teeth. "Suck it," Tom
whispered. The man did as he was told.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Michael, Sir."

"Michael what?"

"Just Michael, Sir."

"Don't you have some African name?" Tom's eyes got teary when the young man
smiled. Such a wise, enigmatic smile. "What's your father's name?"

"William, Sir."

"Well, we aren't giving you two first names. You like sucking, don't you?"
Tom whispered now. Michael smiled. "Sucking dick I mean." Michael nodded
sheepishly. "And getting fucked up the ass?" When Tom grinned Michael
grinned back, exposing beautiful white teeth. Tom grasped the black cock
again, pulpy now. "You like white meat up your ass, don't you, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," Michael whispered back.

"You willing to take me up the ass whenever I want you? And throat nine
inches of white meat whenever I shove it in your mouth? When Michael nodded
again Tom laughed, "Well, then we'll call you Michael Willing. And I'm
going to buy you right now." He pulled on the dark shaft and laughed.

Every buyer watching knew and followed the unspoken code. When Michael came
up for sale the seller asked $150 for him. No one bid. "He's a good strong
boy, not more than 25 - 30, and a good piece of meat. Come on, you all."

"I'll give you fifty," Tom said.

"Seventy-five," the seller countered. Tom shook his head. "Damn, you all."
The seller shouted, and then, "Well, fuck, I'll keep him myself."

Michael looked at Tom, begging. ""Sixty." Tom said.

"Seventy-five." The seller insisted. "And he's worth double that."

"OK, then." Tom said, paid the man and took hold of his slave's
penis. "Come with me, Nigger Mike. Hee hee, you're my first one." Then he
stopped and looked hard at the stout black man. "You are going to be a good
boy, aren't you? Otherwise I'll sell you to some wicked bastard. Or cut
your balls off." Tom joked, but Michael wasn't sure.

"I'll do whatever you say, Master. I promise." Led by Tom pulling his penis
Michael followed to the back of the house where a long horse trough sat
against the building in full sun. A pail sat next to it.  "Wash yourself,
boy." After Michael had poured warm water over himself, washed with a cake
of brown soap and rinsed off, Tom examined the foreskin carefully, took the
cake of soap and rubbed it in his hands. Then he stripped back the skin and
washed the penis again gently. As it swelled he rinsed it. "Keep it real
clean, Mikey, just for me. Now wash your ass again."

After Michael had washed again they walked to a dry goods store, the naked
negro following close behind his master. It was not uncommon in that part
of the city to see a naked slave following his master to the good store for
clothes, but nevertheless a man with a young boy did eye them with the
words, "Nice piece of meat you got there."

Tom stopped and flapped Michael's penis at them. "Isn't he a fine one?"

"Got a nice ass too. Turn around, boy," The stranger called from across the
street. Michael turned. "Yeah, good for breeding, that one. Good, strong
ass. Bring him to the Hoedown before dinner. You might make some money off
that ass tonight." The stranger tipped his hat. "What's your name, Son?"

"Tom. Tom Weston."

"You related to young Eric Weston of Double Long Farm?"

"He's my older brother. I'm just down for a visit. Couldn't resist this one
though."

"Well, I guess you don't need the money then, but you bring him by the
Hoedown tonight, and the boys'll have some fun slicking his ass." As they
talked the naked black organ began to grow. "And it looks like your nigger
likes the idea."

Tom looked down at Michael's cock, his very own nigger, and stripped back
the foreskin to expose the fleshy pinky-brown head. A bead of juice
appeared when he squeezed the shaft. He leaned in and whispered, "You want
to go get some white meat up that nice big hard ass of your tonight, Mikey?
Huh?" He stroked his negro to half erection. "Might be fun to see how much
we can make off your ass. Want to?"

Michael's nod was tentative until Tom grinned. "You do-ooo." Tom
sang. "Mikey wants some white cock up his ass," he continued his improvised
lyrics. "Mikey wants his ass dripping with white cream tonight. Yes he
duh-uzz. Shit, I can't wait. Come here, Mike." Tom dragged his slave
between two buildings and opened his trousers. "Suck me off, Mikey." Tom
shoved his prick between Michael's soft, curled-back lips and let the slave
have his fun. Once ready to let loose he grabbed Mikey by the ears and
shoved the whole nine inches down his throat.

Mike gagged, his body convulsed just once before he felt the shaft engorge
and knew his master was creaming his throat, feeding him his juice. He held
Tom's buttocks tight and let the sperm flow into him like magic
nectar. Once done, Tom pulled slowly out of his slave's throat. "Whoa,
baby. That needed doing real bad." Then he looked at Mike's cock, hard and
dripping. "No, no, no. You don't come yet, Mike. Cover yourself, boy." He
handed his negro his hanky and they went immediately to the clothing store.

There they bought a sturdy pair of beige pants and a red flannel
undergarment for cold weather with a buttoned flap over the ass. "That's
for easy access, Mikey. I might have you in those all the time," Tom
laughed. "And let's get you a couple of nice shirts." The store owner
recommended very simple garments that Tom bought. Once in his new clothes
Tom said, "I like you better naked, Mikey." Then to the tailor, "Is there a
law about having a naked negro in town, do you know?"

The tailor shrugged, "I don't think so, but it's better having them dressed
a little, Sir. Keeps the ladies from getting ideas, don't you know."

"Take your pants off, Mike." Tom commanded and handed the beige pants to
the tailor. "Can you split the seam up the backside and add a flap or
something so it looks closed. I want to be able to get in there whenever I
want, you know?" As they waited in the back room for the work to be done
Tom casually stroked his nigger's cock.

When Nigger Mike was fully erect the tailor said, "You got yourself a nice
piece of nigger meat there, Sir."

"Name's Tom. Tom Weston."

"You any relation to Eric Weston of Double Long Farm?"

"He's my brother. I just came down for a visit."

"He brought a real fine piece of colored meat in here a few weeks or so
ago. A bit uppity but real nice. Your nigger's nice too. Got a nice piece
there."

Tom could see the tailor's interest. "You can fuck him if you want."

"Rather suck him off, if you don't mind, Sir."

"Shit, I was sort of saving him for tonight's party at the Hoedown."

"I can come again tonight, Master Tom Sir. No problem." Mike's eyes
pleaded.

"Well, OK." Before Tom could say another word the tailor had slid off his
chair and slurped Mike's dripping glans into his mouth. "Whoa," Tom
giggled, "nothing like white lips on a thick black shaft. Suck that nigger,
you white cocksucker." In a half minute Mike pulled the tailor head to
him. His cock exploded a stream of cum that filled the man's mouth. As his
whole body shook the tailor gulped and gulped, milking the shaft and
pulling the cream out with his lips.

When Mike was done shooting he pulled slowly out of the tailor's mouth and
took the risk of swiping his glans over the man's lips. When the mouth
remained open he smeared the last few drops over the face of the panting
man. "Man, Mr. Weston, you got yourself a real fine shooter there. You can
bring him by anytime. I'll give you a good deal on everything you buy
here."

At the hotel there was a problem with the room. A `No Niggers Allowed' sign
hung above the stairs, and the hotel mistress wanted Mike in the back house
with the other negroes. When Tom saw a man come in with a dog and go up to
his room he countered, "That man's taking his dog up, and my nigger has
slept at the foot of my bed every night since I had him, just like a good
dog." Tom's eyes pleaded and studied the cleavage of the woman with
interest.

The woman studied the register. "Tom Weston. Any relation to the Double
Long Farm?"

"My brother inherited it last year. I'm here for a visit."

"So why's it called Double Long Farm anyway. A lot of folks wonder."

Tom grinned. "It's sort of a family trait. Most of us males are double
long."

"And you'd be one of those?" The hotel mistress asked with interest.

"Not quite. My brother got the prize this generation, but I do come in a
close second," Tom grinned sheepishly.

"Well, it's going to be a hard damn floor, but if that's what you want for
your negro, I guess it'd be all right just this once." The woman adjusted
the bodice of her dress. "We all have drinks in the parlor around five if
you're interested in meeting the other guests."

"Oh," Tom looked sad. "I've got to meet a man in town this evening, but
maybe tomorrow." Tom gave the woman hope. And then to Michael, "Get my bags
upstairs, Boy, and be quick about it. And then get me a bath going."

"I'll have the kitchen girls help with the water, Mr. Weston," the hotel
mistress smiled.

"Why, thank you, Miss...?"

"Mrs. Jewel. But my husband died last year. I'm a little lonely now."

Tom leaned in and whispered, "You like white meat or dark?"

"White," Mrs. Jewel said shocked.

Tom smiled, "Then I got a chance, sugar plum."

When Tom's bath was ready he dismissed the girls and stripped. "Oh,
Master," Michael said. "You a real pretty man, Sir." Tom grinned, stepped
into the short metal tub and told his slave to strip.

When Michael stood naked next to him he said, "You can start with my back."
Michael knelt and rubbed soap suds over his master's muscled back. Tom
groaned with pleasure as Michael rubbed him. "Oh, man, you're good at
that."

"I like doing it, Master."

"Stand up," Tom commanded, then laughed and sang, "I kneeew it. Mikey has a
hard on. Mikey wants to get fuh- ucked. Mikey wants to get fuh-
ucked. Mikey wants some white dick up his ass, doesn't he?" When Mikey just
grinned Tom continued, "Straddle the tub."

"It's too wide, Master."

"I'll hold your ass up. Straddle the tub." Tom grinned. Michael rested his
thighs on the tub's edge, his ass a few inches over the water. Tom poked
his long cock up into the air. "Now lower yourself onto it."

"Whoa, Master, That's a thick one."

"Well, you might as well start getting used to it. That's my nigger ass
now." Tom held the large, firm cheeks and spread them wide. Mike rested his
weight on the tub's edge by his thighs and hands and bounced up and down,
aiming his butt pucker at his master's glans. Tom held the root of his
slave's cock and used it to guide the hole to its mark. When the glans
slipped in Mike gasped. Tom laughed, "Oh, Mikey baby. What a tight
ass. We'll loosen that up real good tonight." Then Tom slipped out and
curled forward, took the lovely pinky-beige glans of his negro into his
mouth.

"Oh, Master, Sir. Suck your nigger's dick." Mike pumped his master's mouth
until Tom laid back and pushed his hips up. Mike bounced down again and
slid Tom's glans up his dripping black ass again. "Whew, Master, Sir. You
making your nigger feel real good."

"Ahhhh," Tom sighed and pushed Mike down, sliding the whole nine inches up
the wet hole. After a moment relaxing his hole, Mike bounced up and down,
left and right, playing poke and seek my hole with his new master's
shaft. Tom laughed, "You really do like that, don't you, Mikey?"

Mike sank right down until his ass pressed against Tom's pubic bone. He
squeezed the shaft's root with his anus muscle and whispered, "Oh
Master..." His eyes filled with such pleasure that Tom couldn't resist
him. He pulled the happy black face to his and kissed his slave.

"Your lips are so soft, Mikey. You know that? And your ass is so warm and
tight. You want some more white meat up it tonight?"

"I do whatever you want, Master Tom, to make you happy. You making your
nigger feel so good I feel like I done died and gone to heaven."

"Well, get off me and wash my hair." Tom raised the clutching ass off
him. Mike stepped over the tub, dried himself and washed his master's hair,
then washed his feet, his cock and balls and finally took special care to
wash his anus. After being dried off and oiled by his negro Tom bent over
and rested him forearms on the tub's edge. "You can dry my ass hole with
your tongue, Mikey."

Mike dug his tongue into the pink anus with such pleasure that Tom opened
up at once. "OH, yeah, baby. Get in there. Oh, yeah," Tom groaned. "Shit
Mikey, get that pretty brown prick in there."

"Master?"

"Just do it, Nigger. I need to feel you in me. Fuck me, Mikey." As eight
thin black inches of smooth slave meat slid into him Tom sighed, "Oh, yes,
do your master Tommy, Nigger Mike. Do him."

Mike fucked his master a few strokes nice and slow until Tom said, "Now get
my clothes, boy. We're going out and see what kind of white meat this town
has to offer." Mike slipped slowly out of his master's ass, knelt before
the beautiful round lobes and licked Tom's hole like a hungry puppy.

"You so milky sweet, Master. And that cherry pink hole so nice --"

Tom pushed him away. "Get my clothes, nigger boy, and wear your red flap
downs tonight. We're going to see how much white meat we can stuff up that
pretty ass of yours."

At the Hoedown they were stopped at the front entrance. "Ain't no niggers
allowed in here," a drunk at the first table said.

"I sort of got the feeling this afternoon that we were invited," Tom said
to the sloppy man.

"Well, he got to go in by the back door," the drunk said.

"Come on, Mikey. We got to go in the back."

"Not you. Just the nigger." The drunk became aggressive.

"I think we better go back to our hotel, Mikey." Tom turned to leave.

"Whoa, whoa wait a minute." The owner said. "Don't pay any attention to old
Buzz here. He's a nigger hater."

"Fuck you." Buzz said.

"Get the hell out of my bar, Buzz, before I throw your ass on the street."
Jackson the owner said. "This nigger's got a lot more style than you do."

"You son-of-a-bitch." Buzz stood to punch Mike, but Tom got in his way and
touched his finger to the man's nose. Buzz fell flat backwards, his head
landing with a thud on the wooden floorboards.

"Well, I guess he's out for the evening. Can somebody drag that fool out
the back door?" Jackson asked.

Mike was strong enough to easily drag the fat drunkard out back. He
returned a little worried until Jackson said, "Don't worry about that fool,
nigger boy. He won't remember a thing tomorrow. What's your name, anyway?"

Mike looked at Tom who responded, "His name is Michael Willing. Or Tom's
willing ass nigger Mike. And he's the sweetest little cookie you ever did
get your dick into, aren't you, Mikey?"

Mike grinned lovingly at his master who continued, "So whoever wants to get
their cock wet in this lush ass hole has got to pay a dollar."

"A dollar?" Someone exclaimed. "It looks like I'd be doing him a favor
plugging his hole."

"You still got to pay a dollar." Tom laughed and squeezed Mike's huge round
buttock. "Look at these beauties. And he's got a fine cock to milk while
you're fucking him.

"I'll give you fifty cent," The complainer said.

"Take your pants off, Mikey." When Mike did Tom continued, "Isn't this the
finest ass you ever saw?" Tom giggled the two hard lobes. "Bend over, boy."
When Mike did Tom spread his cheeks. "And look a this hole." Tom leaned
over his nigger facing the audience, he had everyone's attention now and
let a big glob of spit drip onto Mikey's crack. When it slid down to the
hole Tom massaged it into the anus with his two middle fingers, pulling the
pinky center open. "Isn't that the rosiest cherry you ever saw. Turn
around, Mikey." When Mike did Tom said, "And this cock. Something,
huh. Tell me who doesn't love it."

"I'll give you a dollar to fuck him as long as I want." A man at the far
table said.

"You got a fifteen minute maximum. I'm not sitting here all night waiting
for my man if you can't come.

"Done." The man spread his legs and rubbed his crotch.

Tom looked at Mike who grinned his consent. "Sold to the man with the pot
belly and the big bulge. One black ass takes a load of cum for a dollar to
get things started. Bend over, Mikey and let's get your ass greased up."

Mikey laid over a folded blanket on a narrow table by the back door and
spread his legs. Tom greased up the lobes of his ass and his hole real good
as the pot-bellied man walked over unbuttoning his trousers, He drew out
two huge testicles and a short, fat cock. After greasing himself up with
Tom's oil he swiped his glans over the black buttocks. When he found the
hole he plunged in, stuffing the whole six inches up Mike's ass.

Mike grunted like he was in pain, but in fact he'd taken Tom easily, and
Tom was bigger, but he sensed the man wanted to hurt him so he grunted and
strained as if he were aching. "That's it, Jake," a friend of the fucker's
said from the next table. Give that nigger something to remember you
by. Fuck that ass right off him."

Jake grabbed the tail of Mike's shirt and rode him like a horse, bucking
and driving deep into the black butt. Mike squirmed and squealed with every
thrust. "Oh, baby Jesus," he pleaded. "Come on, Mister. Not so hard."

Jake pounded harder than ever, mercilessly ripping into Mike's ass. Tom
leaned down and whispered, "You OK, Mikey?" Mike gave a furtive wink and
grin, and then moaned again like he was hurting. Tom stood up and said,
"You hurt my nigger, Mister, you buy him."

"Fuck that. I got fifteen minutes of pounding for a dollar." And he started
rapid firing Mike's hole, pushing so hard the table started sliding. His
friend put his boot against the opposite edge to hold it still as Jake
jack-hammered Mike's ass. Mike pulled the blanket together and howled into
it, loving ever stroke he was getting, wanting to cry out - Give it to me,
White Boy - but instead he just arched his ass toward the incoming flesh
and moaned and trembled in ecstasy. "Fuck yes nigger. Take my dick. Take my
load. Fu -u -uck yes. Take my load of your black ass." Then he laughed,
"Look at this nigger shake. Can you take me nigger?"

Mike howled. Jake pounded and Mike trembled until the fucker groaned,
"Fuck, nigger. Fuuuuck yes." And then Mike felt what he wanted -- a stream
of sweet hot cum shot up his ass, and another, and another. Mike reached
behind and pulled his ass cheeks apart as the pounding slowed. He wanted
every inch of meat deep in him. When Jake finished shooting he squeezed the
last drop into Mike's hole and collapsed into a chair panting.

Tom leaned his torso over his slave's back and whispered, "You OK, Mikey?"
Mike nodded, turned toward his master and grinned. He looked so happy Tom
couldn't resist and gave his thick lips a quick kiss hoping no one saw,
then turned his attention to Mike's ass. He ran his middle finger around
the pucker - no blood. Then he greased it up again, poked two fingers in
and swirled them around the loose hole as he rested his cheek on Mike's
lower back and looked at his audience.

All the men were rubbing themselves. Two had their cocks out and were
jacking their wet cock heads next to each other. One looked ready to go
off. "Come on. Mister. Just one silver dollar. You look like a hot ass is
just what you need about now. Look, Mikey. You want that up your ass?"

The man was sporting a hefty eight incher. When Mike's eyes fixed on it
like a fool's on a hypnotist's shiny charm the man dug into his pocket and
with his thumb flicked a silver dollar into the air. With a smile Tom
caught it in one hand. "Step right up to Mikey's cum slicked hole and
relieve your troubles, Sir." He laughed.

"Go for it, Johnny." His friend said sliding his foreskin over his dripping
glans.

Johnny stepped up to Mike's rump. "Don't nobody tell the wife, your guys."
Mike braced himself for a jolt, but Johnny was real gentle. He swizzled his
cock head around the warm fleshy hole and then poked just the prick in and
out. "Hot damn, Nigger Mike," Johnny sighed. "You're nice and tight still."
He pulled his prick out and spread the hole wide. Mike's pucker shined pink
and pulsated, ready for the white head that slipped in again, this time
deeper. Mike reached around and pulled his fucker closer. Johnny slid full
length into the waiting hole and leaned over Mike's back.

"You like that, don't you, Mike?" He whispered.

"Yes, Sir, Mister Johnny. Give me your cum and you make this nigger real
happy."

"I might want to shoot in your mouth, Mikey."

"Anywhere you want, Mister Johnny. Just give me your ball juice."

Johnny pumped Mike's ass just s few long, deep strokes before saying,
"Shit, shiiiit..." and then pulled out quickly and grabbed the slave's
head. Mike opened his mouth quickly, stuck out his tongue and waited. Two
seconds later his tongue was covered in thick white cream as Johnny shot
the back of his throat leaving a trail of cum on the waiting tongue. "Yeah,
baba. Drink it, drink it. Keep your mouth open though. It's gonna come for
a while." And it did.

Thick ropes kept hitting the back of Mike's throat. He had to swallow a few
times but did it with his tongue out, now covered with a thick coating of
sperm. "That's it, Mikey," Johnny encouraged, holding the negro's head back
with one hand as he held his glans at the tip of the pink tongue. "I love
watching my cum shoot into a hungry, happy mouth. You like that, don't you,
Nigga?"

Mike looked up and smiled. Then he covered the glans with his soft ripe
lips. "Not yet, Mikey. I ain't done." Mike opened his mouth again. "That's
it. I like seeing the whole load fill your mouth. Oh, baba likes it. I know
he does." Mike massaged the heavy, fuzzy testicles as they shot yet another
mouthful of juice. Johnny squeezed himself from stem to tip. "I think
that's it. Now you can have it all." He then slowly throated the negro with
eight inches of fine white meat. After a slight gag Mike grabbed Johnny's
ass cheeks and held him tight to his face as he shook his head like a puppy
pulling on a rag.

"Come on, Pete." Johnny said. "Fuck this nigger while I gag him. That's
what he wants." His cock slid from prick to stump in and out of Mike's
throat as Pete stepped up sporting a long, dripping cock. Without even
unbuckling his pants he shoved his wet prick into Mike's hole. Mike felt a
warm thickness fill his anus and then the leather pants and metal buckle
press against his ass cheeks as Pete fumbled in his pocket for a dollar.

While all this was going on Jackson, the owner of the Hoedown kept filling
Tom's whiskey glass to keep him happy so all his other customers could have
a go at the willing negro. As Tom got drunk Mike got his ass filled with
cum until it was dripping off his big shiny black balls and oozing down his
legs. "I think I got to go home now." Tom finally said. "I don't feel too
good."

Mike got dressed quickly as a newcomer said, "Hey, don't I get a turn at
that nigger ass."

"I real sorry, Mister, Sir, but my master he want to go home, and I got to
help him."

"We can come back tomorrow," Tom slurred. "Make everyone happy. Take me
home, Mikey. I feel sick."  Half way home Tom vomited.

"That right, Master. Get all the poison out." Mike carried Tom to the hotel
and made him drink three glasses of water before putting him in bed. The
hotel mistress had put a stack of blankets at the foot of Tom's bed for
Mike to sleep on, and when he began arranging them to make himself a
sleeping nest Tom said, "No, Mikey. You get in bed with me. There's plenty
of room. Just lock the door so no one comes in and sees us."

"Master? You sure?"

"I'm not that drunk anymore. You can't sleep on the floor. It's too
cold. Get in here and curl up in front of me. You'll make me nice and
warm. Come on, now."

"I got to let some of the jizzum out of my ass and wash myself, Master, or
I make the bed a mess."

Tom laughed."I don't doubt it. You made yourself eleven dollars tonight,
so, clean your ass, and come to bed now."

"Yes, Master."

Tom was half asleep when Mike crept under the covers. He pulled the slave
into his belly and sniffed him. "You smell like cum, Mikey."

"Sorry, Master."

"No, You smell good, but your ass is ice cold."

"Well, ain't nobody brought no hot water, and I wan't going to make a bunch
of noise in the kitchen just to wash my ass, Master."

"Come here. I'll warm your ass." Tom pulled him close. Mikey snuggled his
hard buttocks against Tom's cock and balls and began rocking his ass
against his master, humming an old negro evening song. As Tom's cock began
to respond Mike reached behind and stroked the long, thick shaft.

"Oh, yeah," Mike spoke to the cock as he squeezed it. "Come on, baby. Get
hard for your Mikey. He want you up his ass real bad." With plenty of spit
Mike slid the glans over his floppy pucker. It didn't have to be too hard
to go in, he was so loose, and in a second Tom slipped into his negro, and
Mike pushed back until the whole nine inches warmed his bowel.

Mike began rocking his hips ever so slowly. He hummed his nighttime song to
the back and forth rhythm, adding words when he thought of them. "Mikey
like his master cock. Hmmm, mmm. Tommy fuck his Mikey good. Hmm, mmm. Ohhh,
yeeah, Tommy make his Mikey feel so happy. Happy, happy sleepy now." Mike
rocked until he felt Tom's erection fade and heard him say, "I miss you,
Mike," before he started snoring. Then he rocked himself to sleep.

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