Page 46 of Gay Sex Club Collection

He never made a sound.

Then he tucked himself back in and walked out.

I’d witnessed countless come dumps and the quiet ones always kinda weirded me out. I don’t know why. They weren’t here for conversation, there was no pretense, no requirements, but still. Could’ve grunted a thanks or slapped his ass or something.

Caleb sat up on his knees, stretching his back, then positioned himself at the very edge of the bed, his toes hanging off, and he knelt back down, his forehead on the mattress, his ass in the air.

His hole was pink, a little open, a little wet.

Hot as fuck.

Then in walked man three. Three wore leather pants, a white T-shirt, and motorbike boots. He was easily fifty years old, and I might have thought he’d walked into the wrong room but for the yellow wristband he wore.

“Well, look what we have here,” he said, walking over to Caleb. “Look at this pussy just here for the taking.” He ran his hand over Caleb’s ass, spreading his hole open, giving it a bit of a shake.

Caleb moaned.

“You shouldn’t leave your pussy out like this, boy. Someone might just come along and plug it up.”

Caleb stretched his back, raising his ass higher, and Three chuckled. “Oh, now you’re just asking for it. You teasing me? You want a good plugging, boy?”

“Yes,” Caleb replied, his tone pleading. “Please give it to me.”

Three unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his huge uncut cock. Wow. I almost wished for Caleb to take his blindfold off so he could see how hot this guy was.

He smeared a little lube, then tapped his cock against Caleb’s hole. Then he pushed in a little but not enough, and he kept doing that until Caleb whined. “Please, please, sir.”

So Three gave it to him.

He sunk in slowly, right up to his balls, and Caleb groaned louder with every inch. And when I thought he couldn’t get in any deeper, he drove Caleb up the bed, climbing on after him and pushing on Caleb’s back, flattening him to the mattress as he impaled him.

Caleb cried out, his toes curling and his hands trying to find purchase in the bedding.

Three held him down and slammed into him over and over. “How’s your pussy feel now, boy?”

Caleb’s voice was high and tight. “So . . . good . . .”

“You want me to plug you right up?”

“Yes, please . . . yes, god, yes.”

I couldn’t see much from this angle. Just riding boots and leather pants and Caleb’s legs spread wide underneath him.

Three jackhammered into him. “Fuck, yes, boy,” he bit out and he stilled with a cry as he came. “Fuck, oh fuck.”

Caleb moaned like a grateful whore as Three pumped a load into him.

Then Three pulled out and backed off the bed. He tapped Caleb’s leg before he did his pants back up. “I’ll put a load in you anytime you want one, boy,” he said. Then he walked out.

Caleb groaned as he got back into his position at the end of the bed. “I know someone’s watching this,” he said.

I was listening. I cocked my head, about to press the intercom button.

“Make a note in my file. Number three can fuck me anytime he wants.”

I laughed and hit the intercom. “Noted.”

Caleb was still smiling when number four walked in.

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