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"Zombies Ate My Dick"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #10

My body started to shake as the reality of Tommy's critical condition sank in. My worst fears coming true overtook me and I began to heave dry tears. I wondered if the power of love alone would be sufficient to bring Tommy back. That was a very idealistic idea, but not at all practical. The room went breathless as all my Junior and Senior Brothers looked on in horror, frozen in shock. As I held Tommy's limp body in my arms, I began to notice that he was still breathing. It was almost non-existent, but the fact that Tommy was breathing at all was enough to let me know that he wasn't dead.

I didn't know what to do. I realized that my best friend and lover could suddenly take a turn for the worst and be snatched away from me at any moment. Knowing that fact somehow triggered my instinct to act quickly in order to save him. My resolve doubled as I became determined to do everything I could to pull him out of his Zombie induced blackout. I wasn't about to let Tommy die. Not if I had anything to do with it.

The first thing that came to mind was to tip Tommy's head back, pinch his nose and give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. Then I realized that Tommy was already breathing, so that wasn't going to do any good. I needed to think harder and find something else, fast. Then I thought about pounding my fist against his chest like I'd seen once in a movie, to revive his heart. Since I wasn't an expert on the subject, I didn't want to make things worse by possibly stopping his heart all together because I had hit him too hard, or in the wrong place. Besides, his heart hadn't stopped, so that wasn't going to help anyway.

As I thought back on our Zombie Blowjob lesson, I remembered Gary saying that, if the subject went too far into the Zombie Zone and passed the point of no return, then nothing could save him. I had to go on the assumption that Tommy had only gone a little deeper into the Zombie Trance than the rest of us had, but hadn't actually passed the point of no return. If that was the case, then all I needed to do was help him fight his way back to consciousness, so I began to call out to him.

"Tommy..." I said as I tried to reach deep into his buried consciousness. "Tommy... Snap out of it... Tommy, come back to me... Don't leave me... I love you... I love you, do you hear me... Tommy..."

I rubbed my hands up and down Tommy's arms, shoulders and back to try to stimulate his body and get his blood moving. My dry tears turned to wet ones as they began to roll down my face. I did virtually everything I could think of to bring Tommy back, short of slapping him silly. I talked to him, I shook his body and I pleaded with God to intervene. I was willing to do anything as I battled the unseen enemy that stood in my way. I felt so helpless. Nothing I did seemed to make any difference, so I put all my faith in God's hands. I allowed myself to be his conduit and put in one last all out effort to bring Tommy back from the extreme edges of his induced psychosis. I was just about to ask God to let me trade places with Tommy, giving up my own life so he could be saved.

Then, I felt him start to stir a little bit as he sluggishly began to respond to my intervention. I heard Tommy attempt to mumble something so weak, I almost missed it. I latched on to that tiny bit of hope and doubled my efforts. I briskly rubbed his body, vigorously enough to help stimulate his dormant senses and speed up his Zombie repressed heart rate and metabolism. Suddenly, Tommy opened his eyes and sharply inhaled a torturous deep breath as if he'd just been awoken from a terrifying nightmare. My heart skipped a beat as his sudden gasp for air made me jump right out of my skin. Tommy was definitely struggling to escape the fatal clutches of the `Angel of Death' and my instincts told me that Tommy was reaching out specifically for me to save him.

"G... Gl..." Tommy gulped, sputtered and then deeply inhaled another labored breath. "Glenn..."

Tommy's apparent recovery caused the room to erupt with spontaneous applause as they all took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"I'm here baby!" I cried. "I'll never leave you again. I promise!"

At the instant Tommy uttered my name, I lost that little bit of control I was holding on to in order to stay focused to save him. Once I got past the realization that my persistence was largely responsible for bringing Tommy back, I became understandably elated and overcome with joy. I wrapped both arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as I dared. I wouldn't have wanted to live if Tommy had died. I felt bad that the last thing that happened between us was that silly misunderstanding that apparently hurt him deeply. I needed to let Tommy know just how much he meant to me. I was never going to let anything come between us again. I started to feel weak as my tears of panic, turned into tears of joy. I couldn't hold the floodgates back any longer and my tear ducts erupted, releasing a river of tears that poured out my eyes and ran abundantly down Tommy's naked back as I held on to him in the fear that he might slip away again.

"Dude, are you cumming on my back?" Tommy joked in a very weakened, yet good-humored voice.

"What do you mean, `am I cumming on your back'?" I asked Tommy, as I released him to peer past the darkness and into his eyes, thinking he might still be somewhat delusional.

"I can feel something hot and wet rolling down my back," Tommy answered. "What else could it be?"

"You asshole!" I growled, feeling momentarily stupid for being so worried.

Everyone in the room nervously laughed and started to breathe normally again as their fears that Tommy might not fully recover, got completely put to rest.

"Who, me?" Tommy innocently coughed as he still struggled to return to normal. Everyone laughed again, relieved that Tommy could be fully aware and joking so soon after almost biting the dust.

"All right you guys," Gary cut in. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. We very nearly lost our lives here tonight. We almost became the world's next Zombie Blowjob victims. This is why the Zombie Blowjob secrets are kept so tightly protected. `With great Zombie power, comes great Zombie responsibility'."

"What the hell does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It means, don't misuse or abuse the power you just acquired," Gary clarified. "I should have known better than to try to teach all you Junior Brothers at one time. I put you all in danger and one of you came critically close to dying. That was irresponsible of me and for that, I am truly sorry."

Gary's words hit home particularly hard for Tommy, and I watched him zone out for a minute. I started to panic as his face went blank and his eyes glazed over. The darkened room compounded the problem by making it so much harder to visually determine his condition. I put Tommy's hand in mine and squeezed it gently, allowing him to come back to his senses in a gentle and loving way. He responded to my touch and affectionately squeezed my hand back. Then, he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it sweetly.

Tommy's near death experience had taken its toll on me as well. I was unsure if I even wanted to continue with the festivities at this point. I figured I'd leave that totally up to Tommy.

"How are you feeling, babe?" I asked tenderly. "Are you up to continuing?"

"If we can all take a break for a few minutes, I think I'll be good to go again," he assured me.

"I know things got a little scary there for a minute," Manny interrupted, directing his statement to the Senior Brothers, "but I really want to say thank you for being such great teachers and sharing your incredible skills with us. What happened to Tommy was scary all right, but it taught us all a lesson that none of us will ever forget, and we'll know better when the time comes for us to pass the secrets on to the next generation of Zombie Blowjob students."

"I also want to say thank you," Scott added. "You've been so patient and trusting with us. I'm glad you had enough faith in us to share this amazing secret," Then he revealed, "Brad wasn't willing to teach me before, but thanks to you guys, you somehow got him to change his mind."

"Yeah, now that you guys know the secret, it's actually better this way," Brad retorted. "Now I can make my little brother give me a Zombie Blowjob whenever I want one."

"In your dreams," Scott snorted.

Everyone chuckled as they each understood Scott and Brad's differing points of view.

I was watching Tommy like a hawk now, making sure he didn't have a relapse or something. Almost losing my best friend and lover was something I wasn't going to forget, anytime soon. I was still on edge and worried about him. For a while, I hung on every word and movement he made, just in case I was needed once again. I didn't let up until I watched him return to normal, at least what was normal for Tommy anyway.

"Hey Gary," Tommy said. "Don't blame yourself for what happened. I don't blame you. You couldn't have known. Like Manny said, it was a lesson that we needed to learn and I thank you for that. If I hadn't known better and accidentally did that to Glenn, and putting his life in danger, I would have never been able to forgive myself. Because of what happened to me, all of us know what to watch out for now."

I was glad to see that Tommy's negative experience hadn't discouraged him from embracing our Zombie Blowjob training. I was afraid he might have rejected it in fear of possibly repeating the error that was made. By the looks of it, Tommy had accepted it and had already put it behind him. He was starting to become quite cheerful and began participating in the rest of the evening's festivities along with the rest of us. I'm not sure I would have been so forgiving if it had happened to me. I guess that's one of the reasons why I loved Tommy so much.

As we talked amongst ourselves, everyone began to relax and soon started enjoying themselves again. Everyone followed Tommy's lead and started to get back into the spirit of our Zombie party. Because we were still wide awake and horny as hell, the topic of conversation naturally came back around to sex once again and what we were going to do next.

The storm was still brewing steadily outside, but its harsh intensity was beginning to soften. Fortunately for us, it hadn't let up enough for the Senior Brothers to consider going back home yet, especially since we still had a couple of more activities to partake in. Now that we had gotten back into the mood again, we moved on to our next activity.

"On our invitation, I seem to remember seeing something about a `cum contest'," Brad questioned. "How does that work?"

"Well, we count up how many times each one of us has cum so far, and the person with the highest number at the end of the night, wins!" I explained. "Brad, Scott, Manny, Tommy and I have cum twice so far. Billy, Dean and Gary have cum once."

"That doesn't sound fair," Billy complained.

"No worries," Tommy said. "Now is the time to start catching up."

"What do we do until then?" Dean asked.

"Let's do the `distance shooting contest' next," I suggested.

"Okay," Brad jumped in. "How does that work?"

"We spread a towel across the floor," I explained. "As we each get close to cumming, we kneel at the edge of the towel and shoot our load across the length of the towel, doing whatever it takes to make it fly as close to the other side as possible. Needless to say, whoever shoots it the farthest, wins the prize."

"All right, let's get started," Gary said.

Suddenly, the lights came back on and we all got temporarily blinded, going from complete darkness to full room lighting in the blink of an eye. Everyone groaned and covered their eyes from the unforeseen surprise. When the lights first went out during the blackout, no one thought about turning the wall switch off. It felt like we were suddenly thrust into the spotlight. It was a very strange sensation, especially since we weren't expecting it. Even though we were already naked, when the lights came on, we all felt embarrassing exposed all of a sudden. It was like, we were skulking in the darkness, hiding our flaws and imperfections from each other, and now they were blaringly revealed in living color. It was as if we suddenly found ourselves naked and out in public. Fortunately, the sensation didn't last too long and we all got comfortable with each other once again.

We joked around a little while longer, and soon, our Zombie party was back on track again. I asked Brad to find us the longest towel he could find and make it as dark of a color as possible so we could see the evidence easily.

Brad then stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light. After looking through the pile of towels in the cabinet, he settled on the perfect choice. It was a six foot long, black terrycloth beach towel that looked absolutely brand new. He turned out the bathroom light and closed the door. Then he took all of our clothes that we had tossed into a pile earlier and moved them over to the corner and out of the way. Once the area had been cleared, he laid out the towel in the middle of the room and pulled the corners taut to make it lay as flat as possible on the floor.

I felt the same way that Brad did when he said he could get Scott to give him a Zombie Blowjob any time he wanted one. I couldn't wait for Tommy and me to be alone so we could start giving each other Zombie Blowjobs whenever we wanted. Just the idea that Tommy and I both possessed the knowledge now, was enough to get me boned up all over again.

Everyone automatically stayed paired together with their Senior Brother of choice. I didn't know if I should go back and partner with Gary or not. Even though Tommy and I hadn't talked about it yet, I believe that he now understood how I felt about him because, when I cautiously moved back over to Gary, Tommy gave me a wink to let me know it was cool.

We all sat across from each other and began casually stroking one another, sensuously and playfully. It wasn't a race, so we weren't in any particular hurry. Compared to a Zombie Blowjob, doing this was calming and stress free. Just being able to play with someone else's cock for the shear fun of it was getting us all turned on again. We started complementing each other, telling our partner what we liked about them and what turned us on.

"I love your cock," Manny told Billy. "Your skin is so soft that it makes me want to suck you all night long."

"Thanks. Don't get me wrong," Billy commented back. "I love sucking Gary, but he's just so big. Your cock is more fun to play with, and tastier too, because it's the perfect mouthful."

"I love your balls," Dean said to Tommy. "I'd love you to slap those beauties against mine. That'd be so hot, slamming our balls together while you ride me."

"Ride you," Tommy asked incredulously, "how about if you ride me instead?"

"Okay," Dean agreed. "Go sit on the edge of Scott's bed and I'll climb on!"

Tommy wasted no time bounding over to Scott's bed like he was told to do. He leaned back on his elbows to accommodate Dean and be able to observe Dean's every move. Dean stepped up and knelt between Tommy's legs. He put his hands on Tommy's knees and pulled his legs apart as he looked up, hungrily into Tommy's eyes. Tommy's face flushed with anticipation as Dean began to suckle his erect cock to get it as slick and wet as possible. Then Dean stood back up and turned around, facing away from Tommy. He then put one foot on the bed and kept the other foot on the floor. With ease and grace, Dean began to lower his muscularly fit body down onto Tommy's saliva covered cock. It slipped right into his bum, taking it all the way down to the base without flinching. I watched Tommy's eyes roll back into his skull as the heavenly sensations delighted my boyfriend.

It was now my turn to feel the sting of jealousy as the heinously dangerous emotion invaded my senses. I watched Dean pleasure my lover in a lust driven way that I had never considered doing before with Tommy. I had to remind myself that this was destined to happen since a true orgy is supposed to be a `no-holds-barred free- for-all'. The two of them were hot to watch, yet disturbing at the same time. I decided to overlook my hostility toward Dean and readjust my thinking. This was the perfect opportunity for me to learn some new techniques from Dean that were very obviously turning Tommy's head. I hardly noticed that Gary was stroking me until he began to double his speed and tighten his grip. He noticed my gaze had abnormally locked onto Tommy and Dean and he tried to recapture my focus and bring my attentions back over to the two of us. I struggled to divide my attention evenly between my Senior Brother Gary, and what Tommy and Dean were doing just a few feet away.

As I looked on, Dean started hurling his body down onto Tommy's cock, so hard and fast, that their four balls started audibly slapping against each other. Dean's loose hanging balls, and Tommy's tight ones, were oddly a perfect match for each other. As their testicles bounced off one another, the sensations aroused the two of them into ecstasy. They created a sensuous rhythm that caused both of them to gasp and moan in unison as they both lost control.

Suddenly, Tommy lifted Dean's body right off of himself, stood up and rigidly walked over to the contest towel, attempting to keep stroking himself all the way. He quickly knelt at the edge of the towel and then cut loose with the most forceful cum explosion I'd ever seen Tommy shoot. It was hot to watch my boyfriend blast his cum more than half way across the playing field, grunting and heaving his spunk like a porn star.

Tommy was the first one to christen the playing field with his impressive offering. Once he stroked himself dry, he went back and sat on his sleeping bag next to Dean, grinning from ear to ear as he felt personally proud of his surprising performance.

Scott, being the perfect host, got up off the floor and retrieved a pen, a pad of paper and a measuring tape from his dresser drawer. He laid the pen down on the towel to mark how far Tommy's physical evidence had reached before it got a chance to soak into the fabric. Then, Brad assisted his brother in measuring the distance of Tommy's outcome from the edge of the towel to Scott's pen that was pinpointing the furthest most spot.

"Forty-one inches," Brad proclaimed.

Everyone applauded Tommy's efforts while Scott wrote down the results on paper.

"That's `three feet and five inches', right?" Tommy asked. "I never measured my distance before, but that must be a record for me."

"Do you want to try doing what those guys just did?" Billy asked Manny.

"Hell yes!" Manny responded as his eyes lit up. "If you're willing to let me do that, I'm in!"

Manny went over to Scott's bed and sat at the edge like Tommy had done, and Billy spit lubed Manny's pole like Dean had done to Tommy. Then Billy positioned himself above Manny and lowered away. Billy's ass effortlessly engulfed Manny's boner so fast, there wasn't time for him to prepare for the overwhelming sensation it elicited. Manny was so overwhelmed that he let go of a sensuous moan that was so erotic, it made my cock twitch. Billy began to impale himself onto Manny's cock, dropping his entire weight onto Manny's rodeo horn, trying to manipulate Manny's horny stick to glance Billy's magic prostate button as he rode him like rodeo bull. It wasn't long before Manny and Billy were both huffing and puffing like they'd been running a marathon. A few moments more of that had Manny racing to the towel to add his contribution to the contest.

Five impressive shots traveled across the towel as Manny pounded his cock with the intent of winning the contest. Scott and Brad, who were now the official referees of the game, popped up again to measure Manny's impressive load. Scott pinpointed the farthest mark and Brad helped with the measurement.

"Forty-three inches," Brad proclaimed.

"That's `three feet and seven inches' in case you didn't know!" Manny said to Tommy, gloating with a childlike attitude of superiority.

"Come on Glenn," Gary exclaimed. "You can beat those guys. Go sit on the bed."

Before I knew it, I was poised on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows and getting worked up from the mere thought of my over inflated boner entering Gary's sweet ass. I didn't have to ask him to do it, suggest it or even hint at it, it just spontaneously happened. I think Gary genuinely wanted to see me out-shoot Tommy and Manny's record just as a reflection on him as his partner. Gary followed the same steps as our two predecessors, getting me all slicked up before turning around to engulf my throbbing cock into his hot fleshy chute.

The second my cock penetrated Gary's protective outer ring, it slipped into his warm inner chamber without resistance. My cock jerked as it came alive with tingles. It felt like my cock was being embraced by a dozen tongues and fingers kissing and massaging every glorious inch of my shaft and cockhead. Then, as Gary began to ride me, I felt a kind of pressure build up in my temples as I got lightheaded.

I had never been ridden before, and everything about it was amazing. I imagined that this was as close to true fucking that I was ever going to get, but better. The feel of a strong, muscular body like Gary's, plunging down on top of me, was something that no female could ever duplicate. Plus, the sensation of having my partner's balls slapping against mine was delightfully erotic as well. As I thought about it further, knowing that the hardness of my cock as it traversed the interior of my partner's bowels was responsible for making both of us pant in ecstasy, pushed me over the edge.

I suddenly realized that this particular load of cum that was now rushing to its climax was predestined to be used to shut-out Tommy and Manny's distance results on the contest towel, and not to be used to coat Gary's innards, which was almost what happened. Without warning, I sprang up off the bed, almost knocking Gary to the floor in my rush to make it to the towel's edge. I started to trickle and then ooze precum as I squeezed the tip of my cock to prevent it from shooting before I had the chance to get into place.

Once I was in place, I stopped pinching my cockhead and began to stroke myself off. Within two strokes, the muscles in my groin contracted so strongly that more than half of my entire load flew out my cock in one big, long, hot, pearly-white rope of hot and sticky cum that impressed even me. After that, the rest of my load dribbled out, just beyond where I was kneeling.

Scott and Brad once again flew into action and measured my results.

"Forty-seven inches," Brad announced.

"That's `three feet and eleven inches' for those of you who care!" I said, trying not to sound as arrogant as the others had.

"Well, I'm going next!" Billy stated as he knelt at the edge of the towel, stroking his long slender cock. "Anyone want to help me?"

In a flash, Dean responded before anyone else could and positioned himself behind Billy. He dropped to his knees, right between Billy's legs, dropped a ball of spit onto his cock and drove his thick hard fuck stick into Billy's ass. Billy gasped and let out a hearty yelp. Dean's cock offered Billy a substantially larger ass-full than his sweet Junior Brother had. Then Dean reached around Billy's body and took control of his stroking. Billy was finally getting the action he'd been craving all night.

My Junior Brothers and I watched Dean and Billy's performance in awe as we witnessed what we considered to be, real adult sex, even though they were still teenagers themselves. Dean was dishing it out hard and heavy while Billy took it like a man. They also were able to go at it longer than any of us could. The longer they went at it, the more arousing it became as we kept expecting them to cum at any second. It was definitely hot.

Then, I don't think any of us expected to see what happened next. As Dean continued to fuck and stroke Billy into oblivion from behind, Billy leaned back and kissed Dean right on the mouth. In fact, they both opened their mouths and did battle with their tongues. My cock twitched as I realized I had been fondling myself as I ogled the spectacle. As I momentarily became self-conscious about it, I looked around the room and discovered that everyone else doing the same thing. Then, with an erotic growl, Billy arched his back and thrust his hips out to extend his considerable cock out as much as possible.

With Dean still in control of Billy's cock, Billy shot his wad out into the air. His first shot arced up about four feet off the floor and landed somewhere in the middle of the towel. I thought to my self, Billy's first shot could have struck a devastating blow if Dean hadn't been pointing Billy's cock straight up. However, after Dean noticed his error, he held Billy's cock straighter, allowing his second shot to fly straight and true across the towel, covering an amazing distance that caused all of us to gasp out loud.

Scott and Brad were quickly on the scene as everyone was eager to find out how Billy measured up.

"Sixty-two inches," Brad revealed.

"`Five foot two, eyes of blue'," Billy sang out as everyone chuckled.

Billy went back and sat with Manny and Manny complimented Billy, giving him a big hug.

"Who wants to be next?" Dean offered as his cock stood straight out, visibly bouncing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

I saw Gary begin to answer but Brad spoke up first.

"I'll go next," Brad answered.

He got up and assumed the position at the towel's edge. He put down the measuring tape next to him and prepared himself to try and beat all the other scores that had been recorded so far.

Once Brad was in place, Dean pulled up behind him and continued as if he hadn't even changed partners at all. He dropped a spitball on his shaft and entered Brad from behind. He reached around Brad's torso to grab his cock and stroke away. Then he ramped up his speed and proceeded as if he had never stopped. Brad began moaning heavily as Dean plowed Brad's ass with his considerable manhood, causing him to teeter on the pivotal edge of an extreme orgasm. Brad got caught between pain and pleasure as his body blurred the line between the two, exquisitely becoming one conflicting, yet dazzling sensation. Dean intuitively knew that Brad was about to cum and aimed Brad's cock at a perfect, forty-five degree angle in order to maximize his ultimate distance capability.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," Brad announced as he threw his head back. "I'm gonna cum hard!"

Scott's eyes grew as big as saucers in anticipation of his brother's climax. He positioned himself at the left edge of the towel to observe the event up close. He got on his hands and knees and peered at Brad's cock as Dean pounded him, cheering him on with his lustful stare.

"Come on Brad!" Scott encouraged. "Show them what you got!"

Brad took a deep breath and held it. Then he groaned as he exhaled. We all watched closely as Dean pounded Brad's ass and milked his cock at the same time, making him empty his balls across the length of the spotted and discolored, cum stained surface.

Once Dean coaxed out every last drop of cum that Brad had to offer, he backed away, letting Brad collapse back onto his heels. Scott, immediately placed his pen down onto his brother's furthest mark, anxious to measure the outcome of his sibling's efforts.

"I think you made it," Scott conjectured. "Come on. Let's get it measured!"

Brad reached down next to him, picked up the measuring tape he had laid beside him, and extended the tape for Scott to measure.

"Sixty-two inches," Brad sighed.

"You tied with Billy," Scott disappointedly reported.

"If no one else beats sixty-two inches, we'll have two winners!" I announced, trying not to let anyone feel left out.

"Okay, so who is next?" Dean called out.

"I'll go next," Gary said as he took his spot at the edge of the towel.

Dean repeated his technique for the third time, moving up behind Gary and preparing him to win the contest, or bust his nuts trying. Dean, once again, wet his cock, which was amazingly still rock hard, and dove right in. Dean's penetration caused Gary's muscles to ripple and bulge from head to toe. Again, my own cock twitched as I watch my Senior Brothers fuck like porn stars. In no time, Dean was driving himself deep into Gary's ass at a remarkable rate. As Dean reached around to grab Gary's cock, he noticed it was completely wet and slippery. It was covered with Gary's warm precum that he'd been oozing for the last half hour and was still, even now, almost pouring out his piss slit as Dean fucked Gary's ass with a mission. This time, both Gary and Dean were becoming climactic at the same time. Dean wrapped his fist around Gary's slick cock and used his own precum as lube, pounding his cock into a feverish frenzy.

As Gary got close to cumming, his face contorted and he started taking in deep, long, heavy breaths. He raised both arms up and flexed his muscles like a body builder as he allowed Dean to control his cock. Then he began to flex his chest muscles and abs while he jiggled his two pecs, flexing them independently from one another. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Then he pulled his elbows together in the most famous body building pose of all time and growled forcefully as his cock exploded like a canon, firing a barrage of flying cum everywhere. Each time that Dean, drove his cock deep into Gary's ass, his cock would fire off another round of cream. He spewed his load, again and again until Gary was completely spent.

Brad and Scott, quickly measured Gary's results.

"Sixty-nine inches," Brad confirmed.

"I like sixty-nine," Gary said as he moved aside for Dean to take his place. "That's a pretty good number, don't you think?"

Everyone gave a little giggle at that, but the tension was high and the heat was on. The most anticipated cumshot of the night was about to take place.

"All right Packer," Gary complimented. "Fire away!"

End of chapter #10

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