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undoubtedly lingered.
    “Uh-huh. Swell. Now, somebody give me something hard and stiff and fuck with it now!” Logan quipped.
    “You don’t have to ask me twice.” Garrett’s cock felt stone-hard and one thing he’d noticed with these two, they wasted time. He didn’t want to wait. He hungered for this. He wanted it now and he needed it hard and fast, furious and untamed. He yearned for the out of control sex men give freely because they know they aren’t going to break one another.

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    Garrett’s cock was ready to ride and he stamped Logan’s pretty little tail all at one time. “Good God,” he moaned as he slipped inside Logan’s tight cave.
    “I know baby, I know. You’ll never find pussy this tight. I swear it.” He wiggled, laughed, and oh hell, he bucked. Logan wanted to give Garrett quite the first ride.
    Reaching around to grab at Logan’s nipple rings, Garrett tugged at them until he heard Logan damn near sing. He started to jerk his cock when Sam yanked him back hard against his chest. Sam surged forward with quick, earth shattering strokes meant to tear down the barriers protecting the virgin ass—his.
    “Sweet mother fucker!” Garrett screamed as his buttocks stretched for Sam’s size, allowing him to break through the hinges as he rammed his cock in and out with near-numbing thrusts.
    “I’ll show you sweet,” Sam clutched at Garrett’s sides and then rode into him. He towered over two men as Garrett’s ass clenched in response and at the same time Logan opened and closed around Garrett’s hard member.
    “Damn, I’ve never…” His ragged breath refused to grant him the freedom of speech. He didn’t care. He didn’t need it. Sometimes words have no meaning when bodies are hell bent on handling all forms of communication.
    “Oh yeah, sweetness, I know, baby. Bury, deep. Let me come. I’m going to come.” Logan’s left hand milked his own cock as his right fingertips tweaked his own nipple ornaments and moaning with every last thrust Garrett gave.
    “You like it?”
    Questions lingered in the air as Garrett didn’t recognize his voice as his own. “I said, do you like my cock, Logan?”
    “Yes! Give me more you stud baby, you!” Logan bucked harder and Garrett’s forehead dripped with sweat beads. He fucked in time, stroke after stroke, he followed Sam’s lead.

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    “Damn yeah, he loves cock, Garrett. He loves that Garrett Sumner dick.” Sam leaned over him and kissed his shoulder, ran his tongue down his spine and then bit his ass before rearing back, much like a wild mustang might, and hammered into him once again.
    Waves of pleasure swept through him and he fought to resist the orgasm riding in for him. Then he remembered the wall of glass beside them. He tilted his head to watch their images in the mirror.
    Their bodies swayed in a peculiar, but beautiful rhythm. Sometimes the pace changed, kind of like a pause in the wind while a square dance caller sat in the distance and demanded a new step, a new time.
    The twist, instead of a waltz, or maybe a well executed promenade—
    and those were the more complete maneuvers, the strokes where everyone followed through without missing a beat.
    Sam pushed himself harder, deeper and then his slaps against Garrett’s skin began again. This time, he pounded too fast. He smacked his skin differently, firmer and Logan screamed his release.
    “Now, Sammieee! Now!” Logan screamed as his body quivered.
    “Ah yeah, Garrett, keep it still. Hold still and let Logan work you.”
    Sam shook so hard that the jolts of his spill dripped down Garrett’s legs. Garrett glanced once more at the picture the three of them painted and it was too much then, more than he wanted to resist.
    He shuddered once, and slid out just in time to remember he didn’t have to worry about consequences. His cock didn’t glide in and out of a fragile woman. Instead, he fucked someone protected. What better sex existed