Last Laugh

He had just endured the riskiest part of all of this. It wasn’t the pickup or the gang bang, or the double fuck, or Alphonse’s monster cock, or being fucked twelve times. Neal had enjoyed all of that. That was one of the talents he couldn’t brag about in public. He loved taking cock and could take it all day and in super sizes. Alphonse had been the best fuck of the lot—because Neal was an unabashed size queen.

It was because of his other talent. There had been a distinct danger that one of those dummies would notice that they’d all been stripped of their credit cards and folding money during the gang bang. While one was leaving him and the other arriving at the truck’s tailgate, Neal had been rifling their wallets. The roadhouse gang would discover that as soon as they tried to pay for beer at the roadhouse. Chaz could realize it even sooner than that.

But Neal had disarmed them all with his act that he couldn’t hold his beer and that he had become so incapacitated that he just let them gangbang him. The truth was that he’d never lost control over himself and he loved being gangbanged. He loved being the center of attention for groups of beefy and hung men.