Page 47 of Gay Sex Club Collection

He wore a business suit, jacket, tie, and all. His black shoes were shined and expensive looking. He exuded confidence and wealth, and when he took his jacket off, he revealed a fine ass in those tailored pants and a fitted business shirt that highlighted his biceps.

He threw his suit jacket on the bed beside Caleb, and then he pulled off his tie. He undid a few buttons on his shirt and I got the feeling that the undress was part of the delivery.

“It’s a fine ass,” Four said. “And well used by the looks of it. Just how I like it.”

He unbuckled his belt, then his suit pants, and freed his cock.

But then he knelt on the bed and took a fistful of Caleb’s hair. “Suck my dick,” he demanded. “Wet my cock before I fuck you with it.”

With the blindfold still on, all Caleb could do was open his mouth and wait. As soon as that cock touched his lip, he latched on, sucking greedily.

“Oh, yeah,” Four said. “You like the taste of my cock?”

Caleb hummed, sucking and slobbering all over him.

Four enjoyed that for a few passes before he hissed and pulled out. Then he backed off the bed, his cock wet and red, the mushroom head swollen.

He stood at Caleb’s ass. “You don’t need lube,” he said. “Your hole’s wet enough.”

He pressed his fat cockhead against Caleb’s hole and drove it into him.

Caleb moaned and Four pushed his head into the mattress as he sank in up to his balls. “Oh, shit,” Four moaned. “Oh shit. That feels so good. You like my cock in your ass?”

“Fuck, yes,” Caleb bit out.

He was relentless, fucking him hard and deep, gripping his waist. His tempo increased, harder and faster, until he rammed in one last time, shooting his load in deep. He let his head fall back as he was racked with shudders, convulsions.

“Fuck yes, that feels so good,” he said, panting now, his head relaxed forward. He pulled out and slapped Caleb’s ass. “Damn near the best ass I’ve ever had.”

And he walked out, and not three seconds later, Five walked in.

He was a big man, tall and solid. He looked like he might have come straight off a golf course, with his sand-colored pants and a blue polo shirt. Hell, I think he even wore golf shoes. Maybe he did fit in a quick nine holes before coming here to fill hole number ten.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said, undoing his belt. “Been waiting all day for this. And look at you with your ass up waiting for me. You need this as bad as I do?”

“Yes,” Caleb murmured.

“All those men get you ready for me?” he asked, inspecting Caleb’s hole. He stroked his big dick. “Fuck yes, you’re ready and waiting for my cock, huh?”

“Please,” Caleb begged. He put his forehead to the mattress and stretched his back, raising his ass. “Please, sir.”

Five gave a feral grin as he held the base of his cock and sank into Caleb’s waiting hole. All the way, in one push, to the hilt.

Caleb bellowed at the intrusion, gripping the bedding. “Yes, yes, please.”

Five fucked him long and slow, drawing out every thrust, every inch of pleasure. “Such a tight ass,” he said, voice straining. “Wanna fuck you hard, bury a load deep.”

“Do it,” Caleb said. “Please.”

Five knelt up on the bed and drove Caleb into the mattress so he could hammer into him. Rough, hard, deep, and Caleb took it all. Loved every second of it. “Yes, like that. Yes, sir.”

Five came with a strangled cry, his cock buried to the hilt. He took a moment to catch his breath and pull out. “Damn, I could put another load in you.”

“Do it,” Caleb said. “Give it all to me.”

There was nothing in the brief that said this was not allowed.

So Five clambered off the bed, pulled Caleb’s leg so his ass was over the edge of the mattress, and sank back inside him. Balls deep and unforgiving. He gripped his shoulders, thrust in, over and over, until he stilled and groaned as he came again.

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