Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) Read Online Free PDF Page A

into taking part in this insanity. “Okay, get
ready, man. This club is coming at you in three, two…”
     
    Joey prepared to clench, but it was too
late. Remi went early, pressing the grip clear past his ass ring,
right inside, right in there. “Fuck!” he cried around Greg’s cock,
waiting for the burn, knowing it would come. “Fuck, dude…”
     
    Greg held his head down so low his nose
brushed the guy’s shaved pelvis. Just as he started to sputter,
Remi thrust that goddamn golf club in his ass. He stopped gagging
the moment he felt that condomed grip shifting inside of him, going
in deep. It was such a new sensation. He’d never taken anything so
long in his ass, and he liked it more than he cared to admit.
     
    “Grab your dick,” Greg demanded. “I can’t
reach it from here. You gotta jerk yourself off.”
     
    That was one request Joey didn’t mind
fulfilling. Grabbing his cock, he ran his hand the length of his
shaft in time with Remi’s eager plunges. Something was happening.
There was a rhythm to this threesome, and he bobbed on Greg’s cock
in time with the golf club’s assault on his ass.
     
    “Awww man, that looks so good,” Remi roared
as he punished Joey’s ass with the club. “Just watching this thing
stream in and out of your tight little hole… wow, man. Greg, you
should see how stretched and purple his asshole is. It’s
amazing.”
     
    It felt weird, these guys talking about him
like he wasn’t even there, but what could he do? Greg’s cock was
buried to the hilt in his throat.
     
    “Fuck,” Greg moaned. “This I gotta see.”
     
    Without warning, he pulled his dick from
Joey’s mouth and trudged around back in his argyle socks and golf
shoes. There was some rustling, but Joey didn’t look. He tugged on
his cock, trying to draw his focus away from the pressured burn in
his ass.
     
    And then it was gone. Just like that.
     
    Whimpering like a dog, Joey turned just in
time to catch Greg suiting up. There was another drizzle of lube
right into his gaping asshole. It seemed like a dream. He wasn’t
ready for this in real life. God, Greg’s cock was too big. It
wouldn’t fit. It wouldn’t!
     
    The guys were laughing behind him, joking
around like old pals, and suddenly the golf club was set across his
back and Remi was saying, “Here Joey, hold this.”
     
    “What?”
     
    Remi lifted Joey’s shoulders, holding him
aloft and sitting on that mossy rock underneath his body. The guy
was naked now. When did he get naked?
     
    The sight and scent of Remi’s golden-brown
skin nearly halted Joey’s heart. And then Remi repeated, “Joey,
grab the club,” and Joey released his own dick. Thank god Remi was
holding his shoulders aloft, or his face would have crashed down on
that straining dick.
     
    “Hold it tight,” Greg said this time. “Don’t
let go.”
     
    Joey’s elbows bent slightly as he held the
golf club end to end, so its metal shaft pressed against his lower
back. This felt like some kind of bondage, except he wasn’t tied
up. He chose to grip that club tight, to put his body in Remi’s
hands, to put his ass in Greg’s. He’d given himself over to them,
and now he was theirs.
     
    “You ready for this?” Remi asked.
     
    “For what?” Joey’s voice was just a
squeak.
     
    “This,” Greg pressed his blazing cockhead
flush to Joey’s asshole. “For starters.”
     
    God, this was really happening, wasn’t it?
Greg pushed forward, easing his dickhead in slowly, slowly, really
taking his time.
     
    Joey whined as Greg’s mushroom tip ballooned
inside his asshole, filling him full, too full. It hurt. God, it
hurt so fucking much Joey howled as he pressed his face down on
Remi’s dark thigh.
     
    “It’s okay.” Remi lifted Joey’s shoulders
until his mouth met the man’s thick cock. “It’s gonna be fine. Suck
me off and you’ll feel better.”
     
    Amazingly, Remi was right. The moment Joey
wrapped his lips around this new cock, a weird