The Compassionate Reporter

The moaning from the young Hispanic was very arousing to Gavin. He ejaculated much faster than he had wanted too. Then, while still inside Diego, he encased the young man’s hard cock in with a fist and brought him to a spouting as well. All the time Diego maintained eye contact, telling Gavin how much he was enjoying this slow, sensual fuck.

“Tell me what you told the police about the robbery and assault, Diego. I’ll write it up for the newspaper. But I need more information.”

The two were entwined on the bed, Diego still sighing from the encounter. Gavin felt the young man stiffen when he asked that question.

“We haven’t gone to the police yet,” he said. “Germane says we need to have something to push them. That the police will just say we shouldn’t be living in this neighborhood. Or . . . or that Germane did it. He said we need to have something in the newspaper.”

“Them? Not the police. Ah . . . do you mean the insurance company?”

“Uh.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Diego.” The voice was deep, commanding.

Both Gavin and Diego looked up. Diego was trembling again, and Gavin couldn’t claim he wasn’t.