Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Already in progress, two burly fur daddies were wrapping up a ‘chat’ with their newest cellmate. Looking anxious, the new guy gave a nod, then muttered reluctantly, accepting their terms. “Okay… Every night at lights out… In exchange for your continued protection.”
Breck glanced around, no doubt wondering how he could hear them so well. Kai gestured to some small, discreet speakers for patrons in close proximity. Breck regarded them then looked back at the set. The older detainees had just swapped smirks and now the larger of the two was doling out instructions.
“Lose your clothes. Time to seal the deal.”
The newest guy stiffened, then sputtered, “Seal the deal? But it’s not lights out.”
“S’okay. Most are out in the prison yard.”
New Guy glanced toward the door, looking openly stressed.
“Don’t worry.” The other inmate smiled. “We’ll make it quick.”
New Guy swallowed, but eventually ditched his duds. Meanwhile, the other two climbed onto one of the beds. One set up post at the foot of the mattress. The other moved to the head and rested against the wall. Grinning, he gestured for the newbie to come and join them. Naked Guy hesitated, glancing between them, then climbed aboard. Some bodily maneuvering followed suit after that. A few moments later and the heat level had spiked; a dick in Naked Guy’s mouth, another in his ass.
And then moans. So many low, happy moans.
Coming not just from the two, but from all freaking three.
Breck stared in morbid fascination, then turned to Kai. “This was some dude’s fantasy?”
Kai smiled. “Evidently.”
Breck turned back to the trio. “So then… which one’s the actor?”
“Hmm.” Kai eyed the participants thoughtfully. “My guess would be the newbie. Pretty sure I recognize the other two. They look familiar.”
Breck swallowed as he continued to watch. Kai wondered if he resonated with this fantasy. And if so, which character he’d want to play. Something about Breck made Kai suspect he’d enjoy both roles.
Before long, things turned exceptionally frenzied, loud cries and hungry growls streaming incessantly from the speakers. Breck fidgeted, as if uneasy being a spectator. No surprise. One needed to ease into voyeurism and get accustomed.
“Come on,” Kai chuckled. “Let’s check out another.” He weaved them through the sea of teeming bodies to the next one over. Pulling to a stop, he glanced at the title. Passed-Out Drunk and Ripe for the Taking; The Tale of a Frat Boy’s Bicurious Roommate. He quirked a brow and glanced at Breck. “My, my, if that doesn’t sound right up your alley.”
Breck cut him a look, then turned his gaze to the glass. The setting, a fraternity bedroom, littered with beer cans and half empty pizza boxes. A passed-out college guy lay sprawled atop his bed. Flat on his back. Shirt off. Jeans still partially on one leg. As if he’d abandoned the act of undressing in favor of simply passing out.
The room was dark but for one bedside lamp. Then the door slowly opened and his roommate came in. For a minute, the guy just stood there regarding him, but then he turned and quietly locked the door. A few brisk strides and he’d grabbed some scissors from his roommate’s desk. Gingerly, he sat down on the mattress. Gave his buddy a nudge.
“Randy,” he whispered. “Hey. You awake?”
No reaction.
A firmer nudge. A louder whisper. “Hey. Randy. Wake up.”
Again, his sleeping roommate didn’t stir. The only movement the rise and fall of his chest. Eyes hungry, visitor guy reached a hand toward Randy’s boxers. Grazed just his fingertips down the length of Randy’s bulge. No response. He rubbed again with more pressure. When still no reaction came, he started to stroke. Gently. Slowly. Steadily. Randy’s bulge started to grow. His buddy smiled and kept on going till it was totally hard.
Randy’s lips parted on a whisper-soft moan. His roommate paused, but Randy never roused. So his buddy took those scissors and went to work on Randy’s boxer briefs. Slowly, quietly, up each side. Then, setting the shears aside, he moved the fabric away.
Eyes riveted, he gazed at Randy’s erection. Then, tentatively, he leaned down and gave a lick with the tip of his tongue. Randy’s cock twitched, but nothing more. So, with a bit more bravado, his roommate went back for a hardier lave.
Another moan breached Randy’s parted lips. Then the subtlest little flex of his naked hips. His inebriated brain might not be stirring, but his body most certainly was. Which promptly emboldened his buddy to grip his rigid shaft. He engulfed Randy’s crown and drew him in.
Randy’s head turned on another moan. His roommate stilled, mouth around his cock. When Randy quieted, he slowly resumed. His lips and tongue happily sucking Randy’s steely length.
Soon, however, Randy started to fidget, slurred murmurs of bliss whispering up this throat. “Ungh… Shit, yeah... Suck my cock…”
His roommate grinned around his mouthful, continuing on until Randy’s ab muscles started to clench. At which point, he stopped and wadded up the covers by Randy’s hip. Randy quieted by the time he finished. Ever so slowly, he rolled him onto the mound. Ass up, face down, Randy softly groaned, then parted his thighs and straddled that blanket mound.