Chapter Twenty-Five
The garage was dark and smelled of wet wood. Allen moved to a far corner and beckoned. “We haven’t much time so please don’t be coy.”
The sight of Allen’s hard-on, thrusting boldly now beneath his jeans, made Richie light-headed. “Wh-What do you-?”
“Richie girl, get your fuckable little ass over here!” Allen practically tore the zipper as he unzipped his jeans and wrestled out his big c**k. Richie minced his way to his best friend so eager to comply his mouth was salivating.
“On your knees, you simp.”
Richie took Allen’s rock-ribbed bald-headed mast in his hands as if it were fine bone china. He fingered the taut foreskin and the bulging head as if he were holding a baby. One part of him wanted that c**k so badly he was already dripping into his cotton panties. Ano
