I found myself buried d**k-deep in Jeff’s magnificent ass the next night, two hours before we were scheduled to perform. He was pinned beneath me, arms behind his head. They say the bottom is generally the one in control, but it sure as hell didn’t feel that way right about then. “Tell me something,” I said, my c**k-pounding at a momentary standstill.
“Now?” he panted. “Not in…” He stared down at his massively thick prick. “Not in about five minutes?”
I shook my head. I pressed my hands harder down on his. “You might be more prone to tell me the truth at a moment such as this.”
He pushed his ass up into my balls. He pushed and retracted, pushed and retracted. I could’ve come. I could’ve but didn’t. “Fine,” he relented. “What is this something?”
“I found out more bad stuff about the peo
