“Ass up. Stick your face in the pillow.”
“You want me to smother?”
“No, but you might want to yell.”
“Casey’s not here.”
“What about the guy upstairs?”
Dan sighed. He hoped he wouldn’t be yelling with pain. And he sure as f**k didn’t want Seth to hear him. So he put his pillow under his head, turning his face sideways, and stuck his butt in the air.
He heard Arnie tearing open a condom packet, then the sounds of him rolling on the sheath and putting lube on it.
Surprised by his impatience, he wondered if his reluctance to bottom had come solely from Frank’s rough, indifferent treatment. Could it be that he thought of taking it up the ass as being servile, as if he were being the b***h?
His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a slicked finger sliding into his rectum. It wigg
