Chapter 11They were reaching their end, again, the walls of the tiny motel room absorbing their urgent cries and insistent, rocking motions. Frisano straddled Jimmy’s body, lifting up and sliding down, stroking himself. Jimmy thrust his hips upward, shoving himself in. Frisano reacted with a hearty grunt. Jimmy reached up, running a hand through the blanket covering Frisano’s chest, tweaking a n****e, encouraging him to climax. He wanted to see it, to have it blast all over his own chest. He could tell Frisano was close, his eyes closed, his motions fast, nearly violent.
“Oh God, oh God, Jim…Jim, one more…yeah that’s it.”
Jimmy thrust upwards, a hard, fast movement that suddenly had him feeling wondrous all over; Frisano’s cries matched his, and soon, Jimmy released himself inside Frisan
