Gay group Stories

The week dragged in the best way possible. Gene’s texts kept the fire stoked, but now with my new request steering the ship. I laid it out plain. The fucking machine had been incredible, a tireless beast that wrecked me in ways nothing human could. But next weekend I wanted flesh, heat, breath, and pulse. Specifically, all three of us, Gene, Ray, and whoever the third turned out to be, taking turns on me one by one, mouth...