Searching for It

And Ethan did come, and so did the man, obviously having been able to hold himself for a mutual ejaculation, the cum of the two burbling out around the sides of the wand and lathering each other’s cock bulbs.

The man leaned over Ethan and released his cuffed wrists. Ethan’s hands immediately buried themselves in the silky chest hair of the man’s pecs, hungrily seeking the man’s taut nipples. The man pulled the hood off his head.

It was the bald-headed man who piss-slit fucked him with the bead of his ring in Joey’s bar. It hit Ethan then that he should know this. The man had alluded to a different, more intense piss slit fuck that he’d given with the bead on the ring, and just now he’d revealed that he knew Ethan sailed on a yacht.

“Do you want to go home or do you want it again?”

“Again. And again and again. Oh fuck yes!”

The man had begun to move his hips again, moving the wand connecting their penises back and forth inside them. “I’m ready if you are. But do you want to try a thicker wand?”

“Whatever you want,” Ethan murmured between gasps and heavy pants, his hands greedily tugging at the man’s nipples. “You are in control.”