GAY MALE; 'LIFE
WITH JOEY: High School Reunion #3: The
Night Was Nearly Over' {Bud_83@hotmail.com}
( M^MM, bd/reluctant) [ 3 | ? ]
Date: 7/31/2001
WARNING: This is
a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead,
is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are
offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not
read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the
laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There
is sex between males, it will sometimes get rough, but that will
not always be the case as I plan on playing with several genres,
not just authoritarian situations. I am still in the early stages
of developing these characters, and this is my first attempt at
writing for an audience. These factors will not always be
present, and I will warn you when such things do exist. Enjoy!
Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty
Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced,
republished, or reposted without written permission from the
author.
LIFE WITH JOEY
HIGH SCHOOL REUNION #3: The Night Was Nearly Over
WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . the
rocking fuck went on, Finch pulled my right leg up to join my
left on his shoulders. In this position, I was forced up on my
neck and shoulders and upper back, supporting our weight. Finch
had managed to get himself up on his feet and was pounding deeply
into me. Our breathing was ragged and I was nearly ready to cum
all over myself when there was a loud jaring crack from off to my
left. Finch and I were both startled as our heads jerked toward
the noise. From my vantage point, all I could see was a pair of
shiny black shoes and pale blue trousers. Finch didn't stop
fucking me until the moment we heard "Freeze!"
We didn't move as the feet moved more into view. I couldn't
believe my shitty luck when I saw Officer Classmate himself,
Moses Riggs, standing there with his pistol pointed at us. I'm
not sure what he was thinking, and the widening smile on his face
didn't give me much to go on.
"Well, looky what we got here," Officer Riggs chuckled
to himself. "Looks like I caught myself a couple of faggots.
What? You got yourself a little crack whore now, Finch? Is he
putting out so you'll give him a score?"
I looked from Moses to Finch above me. Finch hadn't moved a
muscle and was simply staring at Moses. The look on his face in
profile seemed to move from startled through mild disbelief and
finally settling on anger. There was little love lost between
these two former football buddies. By his talk, it was clear that
Moses didn't recognize me. He hadn't attended our reunion.
Officer Riggs' smile broke into a toothy grin as he looked at us.
Finch's still-hard cock was rammed deeply down my ass, and I was
lying there with what I am sure was a stupified look upon my
face.
Moses stood there in his blue police uniform. His hat was on,
covering his flat top of dark brown hair, but his brown eyes were
piercing. There was a glinting moisture on them that made them
all the more threatening in the glow of the fluorescent lights.
His badge flashed as he walked closer.
"Alright then, you two," Moses started, "Get up
slowly and keep your hands where I can see them." He
indicated with his drawn pistol where he wanted us to move.
Finch responded first by slowly pulling his cock out of my ass as
Moses watched. Once he had his dick free, Finch let my legs drop
to the floor. He stepped away from me, holding his hands out from
his sweaty body. I turned onto my side to get up, but stopped
when Moses said, "Don't fucking move! I didn't tell you to
get up yet."
I froze like a statue not knowing what to think, but I was sure
that I didn't want to be shot. Images of newspaper headlines
flashed in my head: "Nude Local Man Shot Evading Police,
Drug Use and Homosexual Activity Suspected". In the
mid-west, there are no two worse words used as descriptors.
"Alright, Finch, get your hands up against the wall and
spread 'em!" Moses ordered, motioning with his pistol again
for effect..
Finch, his penis still erect, walked to the wall and put his
palms against it and spread his legs apart. Never taking his eyes
off of me, Moses moved over to where he could both keep an eye on
me and cuff Finch. When he determined I wasn't a threat, he
holstered his pistol and pulled his cuffs out of his belt. He
grabbed Finch's right hand, pulled it behind his back and cuffed
it then did the same with his left hand. He grabbed Finch by the
hair and pushed him against the wall, forcing him even closer
with his own body. I could tell that he whispered something into
Finch's ear which noticably shook him up, but I couldn't make it
out. Once he was done with Finch, he moved over to stand above
me.
"Alright, your turn. Don't do anything funny and I won't
have to hurt you," he said. His smile never left his face,
but his tone was not one of amusement. I began to get up from the
floor when all of the sudden, Moses put his shiny black shoe in
the middle of my chest and pushed me back to the floor. I started
to ask him "What the fuck?", but he cut me off . . . .
"On second thought, you just lie there, sweetums."
Moses ended this by puckering his lips and making a kiss noise at
me. Then, his shoe still in the middle of my chest, he called
over to Finch, "Yo! Coke-head, you like fucking this
piece?"
Finch looked at Moses over his shoulder and said, "It's
tight. The bitch wanted it. Who am I to turn down a piece of ass?
Besides, you getting jealous?"
Moses wasn't pleased to hear that. "Get on your knees and
crawl over here!"
"Fuck you, pig!"
"Oh, you'll crawl alright. Just like you used to do for your
brother," came Moses' reply.
Now, I was really thrown for a loop. Not only was I just finding
out that Moses and Finch had a past, but that it somehow included
Finch sexing up his own older brother Tucker. I looked at the
unknowable expression on Finch's face. Slowly he dropped to his
knees using the wall to steady himself since his hands were
cuffed behind his back. Even so, I was amazed to note that his
dick was still half hard. Mine had gone soft the moment I heard
Moses shout "Freeze!"
Finch made his way over to Moses and me. He stopped just inches
away from my side. Moses looked down at me and then over to
Finch.
"Lick my shoe!" The order snapped sharply in the ugly
green restroom. Finch's back went ridgid. I could tell he didn't
like taking Moses' orders.
"Let me do it, Sir!" I said quickly. Moses' head
snapped down to look at me. He had almost forgotten I was there,
his desire for revenge against Finch was so strong.
Moses smirked at Finch then pushed his shoe further up my chest
then held it up by my face. I turned my head to the side and
extened my tongue. It glazed over the reflective surface of the
leather. As my tongue neared the toe of the shoe for a third
swipe, Moses angled it and ordered, "Suck it!"
Again, in silence, Finch watched as I obediently followed orders.
I opened my mouth and took the front portion of Moses' shoe in as
far as I could.
"Fuck yeah! You take orders real good." Moses paused a
moment then noticed Finch's dick was at full mast again.
"Ye-heh, same ol' Finch. Look at your cock! It's as hard as
my billyclub."
I followed Moses' gaze and saw that Finch was rampant again.
"Looks like you got yourself an admirer," Moses snorted
down at me. "Whadda ya think? Should I let you fags go back
at it?" Finch didn't move, he just stared angrily up at
Moses I didn't answer. Besides having Moses' shoe in my mouth, I
was waiting on Finch to call the shots. Moses didn't waste any
time waiting for either. He suddenly pulled his shoe out of my
mouth and advanced on Finch's kneeling position. He pulled out
his billyclub and forced it under Finch's chin. He used his stick
to make eye contact with Finch. At the same time, he had placed
his sloppy shoe under Finch's balls and nudged them. This
elicited a groan of pleasure from Finch.
"Yeah, that's it boy! Groan for me. I know you want to fuck
that ass," Moses said. "I'm gonna let you fuck that
ass, too . . . Just as soon as you suck my dick."
I could see Finch struggling against his own sexual need. It was
almost imperceptible, but Finch nodded. Moses sneered at Finch.
It was somewhat eerie seeing Finch going through the very thing
that he had put me through earlier this evening wanting to
suck and fuck and do every depraved thing suggested, but not with
the guy forcing him to submit, at least not at first.
"You want it that bad, do ya?"
Again Moses prodded Finch's balls. And, again, Finch nodded.
"Heh, I knew it. Well, if you want it so bad, you won't mind
working a little to get it." Moses stepped forward and his
crotch pressed against Finch's face. "Alright, little man,
work my pole through my pants!"
I watched in stunned silence as Finch dropped his jaw open and
began to mouth Moses' dick through his uniform. I didn't get
Moses at all. Because we were both college track and our names
were close in the alphabet, were had a lot of the same classes.
And although we weren't friends, we weren't enimies either. At
least, not until senior year. He had been a running back and a
co-captain on the football team, a forward and co-captain on the
basketball team, and shortstop and co-captain of the baseball
team our senior year. He had had the best looking girl in our
class (I thought so anyway) as his girlfriend. And, while I was
only her friend, Rebecca had confided in me that Moses would beat
her. I was a lot of mouth back then, so I said something about it
to Moses one day when he was being particularly shitty. He didn't
take it too well and told me to mind my own business or he would
kick the shit out of me. Of course, I told him to go ahead and
try it. It was one of the few times I stood up against someone
and he backed down. I guess I was lucky because if there had been
anyone else around, Moses might have felt the need to kill me to
protect his reputation. Seeing him standing over Finch now, I
could finally piece that puzzle together. It made since that he
would be abusive to Rebecca all those years ago since he was
hiding his true sexuality from the world. I guess it sort of
bottles up inside and causes some guys to be worse fuckers than
they really are. (Sorry for the digression, but somethings just
come to me and I need to talk about them when they hit me.)
Anyway, Finch dropped his jaw open and began to mouth and tongue
at Moses' dick through his uniform. I had seen Moses naked
countless times in gym class over the years. He was just over six
feet tall, back then he wasn't as tall, and he had long hair cut
sort of in a bowl shape. His bangs would hang into his eyes. I
remember being facinated by the hair in his arm pits, it was dark
and thick against his pale white skin. He was taught with muscles
and had defined abs (even then he had amazing definition), and
his dark, nickle sized nipples protruded slightly from his pecs.
Below the waist, he was no slouch either! His thick, tight, dark
pubic hair couldn't hide his limp four inch cock. He was
circumcized, like most of the rest of us. Watching him move was
like watching water on glass. (Damn, sorry for the digression
again . . . but some things are too good to keep to yourself.)
So, Finch dropped his jaw open and began to mouth and tongue at
Moses' dick through his uniform. Moses began to grunt in
satisfaction as Finch warmed to his task. I could see the dark
outline of Moses' erection through his spit-stained pants. It
seemed that his cock had continued to grow after sophomore year.
The tubular outling I could make out was definately approaching
nine inches! It didn't look to be either fat or thin, but rather
moderate in girth. Finch was going to town now that he had
something to work toward.
"Aw, fuck, Finch, . . . yeah! Work that pole. Slick it up
real good, buddy!" Moses was liking what he was feeling.
"Ohhh, That's it . . . damn!"
Moses was rubbing Finch's red hair around on his head as he
chewed in ernest on Moses' pants and, ergo, his cock. He began to
loosen his holster and belt.
"O.K., uhnnnn . . . okay, Finch," Officer Riggs
breathed out. "Now, undo my zipper with your teeth."
Finch struggled to do as he was told. It took him a few minutes
to accomplish, but he managed to get the zipper open. He pushed
his tongue and chin in the slowly widening gap and began to work
on the cock separated from his mouth by the pouch of Moses' white
briefs. Evidently, Finch could really use his tongue. The cop was
rolling his head around and pushing and pulling against Finch's
head as the pleasure mounted. He seemed to be getting just what
he wanted from the red head kneeling between his legs. The radio
on his shoulder went off, and all at once, Moses pulled Finch out
of his crotch and pushed him so forcefully away that he fell
backward and hit his head on the floor.
He responded to the call and then pulled his uniform back into
place. He had reported that the B&E was a false alarm and
that the 4-H building had checked out clear. Finch and I eyed one
another, but neither of us moved as Moses buckled his utility
belt around his waist and secured his holster.
"Alright fuckers, we're moving this party! Get on your feet,
sweetums, help Finch to my cruiser." (Now normally that
statement would draw at least a raised eybrow on my
partand, truth be told, I would have said something
particularly scathingly gay and wittybut I'm not stupid.)
So, I moved to help Finch get to his feet. We walked fully naked
out into the now early morning dark. Had anyone been up at this
hour, they would have been treated to an odd site
indeed!two naked, aroused men being lead to a police car in
the wide open streets of Small-Town-U.S.A. (Yet again, I was
being swept up in some bizarre sexcapade; but did I mind?
Definately not! I had determined that I was going to get Finch on
my own terms before this was all over. As for his part, Finch
didn't seem to be objecting to anything that was going on
either.)
I could see the clock tower in the center of town, it read 5:08
a.m. I remembered Ray's comment about it being 3:45 a.m. when he
left and that it would take him about an hour to get home and
back. He must have had trouble somewhere along the line. I guess
it must have been Theresa.
Moses Riggs moved over to his cruiser and opened the back door
for us. He told me gruffly to hurry up and get in and then
"stuffed" Finch into the back seat by holding his head
down and sort of pushing. I don't know if you've ever been in the
back of a squad car, but the back seats are form-fitted hard
plastic with a place shaped like a guy's back to fit into. The
locks and door handles are removed so the criminals cannot open
them for themselves. Add to that the cage grill and it is pretty
intimidating. After we were locking securely in the back of the
cruiser, Moses got in and started it up. Finch and I were
exhausted both from the events and the long evening that this was
turning out to be. Try as we might, we were asleep before we left
the city limits.
We were awakened suddenly when Moses used his baton to beat Finch
and me rapidly like he were beating between two drums. He pulled
Finch out of the back seat first and pushed him, stumbling,
toward a dilapidated barn. Then he told me to get out. He had
pulled an extra pair of cuffs out and put them on me, then shoved
me with his foot toward the barn behind Finch. Finch and I stood
next to one another, naked in the pre-dawn darkness, waiting for
Moses. He shut the doors to the cruiser and walked slowly towards
us. I could just make out his silhouette swaggering towards us.
He spun us away from him and grabbed us by the handcuffs. This
forced us both to bend forward against the pain. He kept us this
way as he herded us into the deserted old barn.
Riggs pushed us face-first against the side of the barn as he
opened one of the doors. We were roughly gripped and Finch
stumbled against me. I felt his penis against my leg. He wasn't
exactly hard, but he wasn't limp either. Just the touch of his
heated flesh made mine go goose-flesh and started me on the bone.
Officer Riggs stopped us and told us not to move. We stood stark
still, well, I moved over closer to Finch, who sort of bit me on
the shoulder by dragging his teeth across it and then kissed the
aggitated area. We were suddenly blinded by a Colman lantern
being lit. The harsh light cast long shadows across the dank,
old-dirt-and-dust smelling chamber. We took in the sight and
noticed that by the looks of this place, it had seen a lot of
action. There were ropes and chains hanging all around the walls.
Moses came over and grabbed me by my cuffs and pushed me toward
one set of supports. There were some chains hanging from the
rafters and they had open collars attached to them. He put one
around my neck and adjusted it so I wasn't given any range of
motion. If I tried to move, I'd choke myself.
Officer Moses Riggs made his way over to Finch. "You ready
to finish what we started?"
Finch only nodded.
"Get on your knees and start making me feel good then,
Punk."
Finch did as he was told. He worked away at Moses' big dick and
managed to work the zipper down much quicker this time. He had
his tongue licking all over the near see-through pouch of Moses'
white briefs. I was able to see some of the action, but the top
of Finch's head blocked out most of it. Moses is looking at me
all the while. My excitement is obvious to him. I'm watching two
hot guys playing out a hot domination scene in front of me and my
cock is twitching around like it's trying to grab someone's
attention. Well, it's just my luck that it does. Moses pulls
Finch off of his meat, pulls him to his feet by his hair, and
pushes him over to me.
"It looks like we've made your little crack-whore
excited." Riggs still hadn't recognized me. He undid my
collar and guided us by our handcuffs to another corner of the
barn. There was a large barrel turned on its side. Moses grinned
at me.
"All right, sweety, we're gonna let you get your wish. Finch
has you over a barrel with his drugs, so it seems only fitting
that he gets to fuck your ass over a real barrel."
Moses had me bend over the barrel. As I started to fall forward,
Moses made sure that my hard cock entered through a hole in the
side of the wooden barrel. He attached legs to straps on the
floor and then undid my hands and moved them to straps on the
floor on the other side of the barrel. Once he had me secured, he
crawled into the barrel and started pulling by testicles through
the hole as well. When he had my entire package inside the
barrel, he used some type of cord to tie my 'nads down. I was
strussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. There was no question in
my mind that Finch was going to fuck me silly. We had both been
teased and manipulated to the point that we were hotter than
ovens. Or drive was beyond need at this point. Moses leaned over
me and spit a long trail of saliva down my ass crack. Then he
grabbed Finch's cock and began to stroke him slowly, rubbing his
thumb over the aching, throbing head. Pre-cum was flowing freely
and Finch was openly growling with need.
"Come on, Riggs! . . . Let me fuck that ass! . . . I need to
plug him up!"
"Calm down, Speed-Racer, you'll get your piece of ass. I
just want to see how much you like this . . . how much you need
it."
My mind was leaping back to a few hours before when I had hear
similar words spoken to me. Now Finch was hearing them directed
at him and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
"Fuck, man, you can see how much I need it!" The
urgency in Finch's voice only told a small portion of his desire.
Moses had no more than to feel the leaking hard-on gripped in his
sticky, jerking hand to know Finch's need. Regardless, Finch
began throbbing his cock in Moses' hand. The hungry look on
Moses' face was almost enough to make Finch blow his wad, but he
wanted to do that, I was fairly certain, in my ass. Moses began
to pull Finch toward my exposed cleft. He slapped my butt cheek
with his left hand as he guided Finch's dick with his right.
Soon, Finch was poised at my ass again. Moses moved and pushed
him roughly from behind. In one decidedly swift action, Finch
lost his balance and skewered me to the hilt.
"Ugggghhhhhh!" We both exhaled our pleasure. It was
slightly painful for me taking Finch so quickly, but it passed
quickly. Once more he was inside me and I was glad he was there.
The sensation of being fucked on a barrel is an odd one. Once
there is sufficient momentum going, it is like being rocked and
fucked at the same time. It wouldn't be so bad, but I was getting
motion sickness, and as we moved forward and backward, my balls
were being pulled by the cord from inside the barrel. It would
get loose and then taut as we moved.
Moses moved once more to stand in front of me. He pulled his
engorged nine inches out and pointed them toward my mouth.
Circumcised with a bright red knob, I was assulted by the smell
of his manliness and Finch's saliva. I could see evidence of
pearly pre-jism beginning to form in his piss-slit. Without being
told, I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and he began
prodding around. He let the motion of our fucking move me on his
cock. At this point, I had lost count of how many cocks I had had
in my mouth that night. Finch's dick was hitting my prostate and
Moses' cock was diving for my stomach. Just as I managed to get
all of his cock down my throat, Moses pulled out of me, stepped
to the side a bit, and seized Finch by his hair. Finch let out a
quick yelp which was quickly silenced by a nine inch meat spike
being pushed into his mouth
"Ahhhhhh! Yeah, Finch, this is what I've wanted . . . .
" Moses inhaled sharply as Finch's tongue began to froth
about. "Yeah! that's it, man . . . . All you had to do was
suck me off, man . . . . That's what I've wanted . . . ."
Finch pumped into me with the speed of a jackrabbit for about ten
more thrusts. All the while, he was humming his,
"Ummm-humm's" and "Ughh's" and other primal
grunts. Then he just let go and flooded my insides with his come.
He didn't stop his fucking motion even after his limp penis was
expelled from me.
It was about this time that my own orgasm took over and I was
shouting out my own sex-cries. "Ahhhhh! . . . Huhhhh! . . .
Ahhhh! Fuck me! . . . Keep riding me, Finch!"
Moses pulled his cock out of Finch's mouth and pulled him off of
me. He left me bound where I was so I could only listen as Finch
was lead over to the collar restraints.
Suddenly, Moses was back and undoing my bonds. He wasn't gentle
at all as he untied my balls. I winced in pain as he jerked one
of the ropes too quickly and tagged my nut.
"Suck it up, sweety! You'll live." was the only
sympathy I received from Moses. I was pulled just as roughly over
to the wall opposite where Finch was strung. I noticed Moses'
cock was stiff and red and angry looking as it pointed up to the
roof and rafters. He quickly tied me to the wall. I was
spread-eagled and got a good view of Finch across the barn. Even
sweaty and dirty and cum streaked as he was, he was sexy as hell.
His tight muscles were pronounced and I noticed that his
belly-button protruded slightly, but was neither an
"in-y" or an "out-y". I don't know why, but
that excited me. I watched, facinated by the way his chest rose
and fell in jagged breaths, as if his climax had pulled every
ounce of oxygen out of his body.
Moses swaggered over to Finch after finishing with me. I was
given a great view of his ass. It was still full and rounded and
jutted out like he had just pumped it full of air. His shoulders
stretched and knotted as he neatly flowed across to Finch. I
could tell he was doing this for Finch's benefit. He was
teasingly slow in crossing over. He wanted Finch to watch him. He
was working at Finch's seduction with his body.
I had to admire his dedication at the same time as being a bit
jealous. Moses had said he wanted Finch, and he meant to have
him. I watched as Moses pressed his body against Finch's. Finch's
arms were freed from their cuffs. Moses lowered his mouth to
cover Finch's, and I could hear their enjoyment of one another.
Moses pulled Finch's muscular arms away from where they had been
stroking his sides then shifted behind Finch, letting his own
hands trace over Finch's chest. He gently rubbed over Finch's
nipples, causing them to harden into tight points of erotic
tension and eliciting a deep groan of appreciation from his
throat. Moses slid his hands up to Finch's shoulders and then
down his arms to his wrists. Moses forced Finch's arms above his
head where he secured them.
I was in awe of the magnificence that is the physicallity of
Finch. His pecs were spread and full, his arms were bulging and I
could see the damp mass of hair in his arm pits. Following the
sharp lines of his torso that dipped into a tight V at
his slim waist, and his red-gold pleasure trail made my mouth
water almost as much as the large penis and balls he had between
his legs. And it is that very same hunk of flesh which was sawing
itself higher and higher with each beat of his heart.
I watched as Moses began to nibble and nip at Finch's ears, neck,
and shoulders. Finch was clearly enjoying the process as
evidenced by his hard dick beating a slow rhythm against his
stomach. The erotic show continued before my eyes as Moses
brought his deft fingers slowly up and down Finch's exposed
sides. They began their journey at the point where his legs meet
his lower abdomen and terminated their playful run by circling
his nipples and then briefly brushing his arm pits, only to
retrace their path back to his neatly trimmed pubic bush. It
seemed to me that I was witnessing the birth of a whole new
musical instrument and the maestro who could coax the mysterious
melodic strains from it with his talented fingers.
I was as excited as they by their performance. Finch had made eye
contact with me the moment Moses moved behind him. There seemed
to be an electrical current running between us, flowing from his
eyes to mine, pouring his super-charged sexual impulses into me.
Our lungs breathed the same breath, our hearts pounded the same
pattern, our cocks jumped toward one another then slapped back
home against our respective stomachs. It was as if we were one
throbbing, pulsing, craving nerve, raw and desirous of release.
Instantly our union was disrupted when Moses pressed his full
nine inches against Finch's anal opening and entered. He was
forced up on his toes once Moses was fully inside him. Finch
gasped but made no further sound. My eyes became his lifeline. I
could tell by his expression that he had not been used in this
manner in quite some time. It was his stubborn pride and
deep-seated masculinity which kept him silent at the rough
intrusion. While Finch was silent, Moses was a mass of panting
obscenities.
"Fuck you're tight! . . . Ohhhh! . . .Yeah! You're the best
piece of ass I've had in a while! . . . Oh shit! It feels like
your ass is milking my cock!"
Despite Finch's inner termoil at being used in this manner,
Moses' motions were making his body react. He began to pant with
Moses. When Moses pulled out and gasped, Finch inhaled. When
Moses drove in and took a sharp inhalation, Finch gasped as his
prostrate was massaged. It was like a game of see-saw played on
Moses' dick with Finch's ass as the playground. Moses began to
pound Finch's dick like he pouned Finch's ass. Their moans began
to merge. Moses and Finch were joining physically where Finch and
I were joined spiritually. Moses began to long-dick Finch in a
particullarly skillful fashion.
After about five minutes of this, Moses just couldn't hold out
any longer. He pulled his large dick out of Finch's ass and
blasted his shots up between their bodies. I watched as the first
volley arched up and hit Finch square on the top of his head.
Finch
"Fuuuuck!" Moses began a stream of profanities.
"Earn my cum, mutherfucker! . . . Work me over! . . . Yeah,
Finch, yeah! Keep fuckin'! . . . Oh, buddy, you're so fuckin'
hot!"
Finch's climax wasn't far behind Moses'. He screwed his eyes
tightly together; he gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop
himself from voicing his orgasm. Just the same, I watched in
amazement as Finch's cum shot about five feet out in front of
him. The subsequent shots were less powerful until it was Moses'
hands that were sloppy with Finch's spent jism.
Following the blazing sex, Moses moved around in front of Finch
and said, "That was fucking awsome! I can't wait until we do
this again!"
I was stunned when Finch looked directly at me and replied,
"Moses, it happened this once. That's it. I've got other
plans . . . Permanently."
Moses got a hurt expression on his face then sneered, "Oh,
yeah? Well, what if I just leave you two in here for a few days,
and then we'll see what we see!"
Finch looked him dead in the eye and said, "You could, but
it still won't happen."
Should I continue this or let it go?
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