Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2023 20:29:58 -0600
From: Deadpan Don <deadpandon13@gmail.com>
Subject: Donny and Friends Chapter 13

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Donny and Friends
Chapter 13

When I woke up the next morning - it was technically still morning - Toby
was sleeping soundly beside me, but I noticed Jack was gone.  I kissed
Toby's cheek and crawled out of bed.  Hank was still in bed across the
hall.  I peeked into the clubhouse and saw Cullen and Marcus still
sleeping on opposite ends of the sectional.  Someone had placed a blanket
on each of them.  I then made my way to the upstairs bathroom where I
found Jack in the shower.

I relieved my full bladder while watching him wash himself.  His back was
to me so I wasn't sure if he knew I was there.  I slipped into the
shower with him and wrapped my arms around him while pressing my body
full against his backside.

He chuckled, accepted my embrace, and said, "Good morning, sunshine!"

"Good morning," I said softly into the back of his shoulder before I
kissed it.

We took turns washing each other's body paying particular attention to
the other's now raging hardon and ass.  It wasn't long before Jack slid
his hard cock up my ass and fucked me against the shower wall.  He was
very tender, but assertive, and eventually flooded my insides with his
seed while I sprayed the tiled wall with mine.  It was quite an enjoyable
way to start the day, but I did have to clean myself out again since I
didn't want my ass to be dribbling cum... at least not until later.

Afterwards, we donned fresh boxer briefs, mine a golden rod yellow and
his a baby blue, and headed downstairs to the kitchen where we found Mr.
and Mrs. C. who were just getting up, too.  They were used to us just
wearing boxer briefs around the house so didn't even bat an eye at our
state of undress.

"Morning, my loves," Mrs. C. greeted us cheerily as she gave Jack a
welcome home kiss on the cheek, then hugged a steaming mug of coffee to
her chest.  She was wearing a thick, fluffy, floor length, white robe as
she leaned against the counter.  Her medium length auburn hair was
disheveled, definitely bed-head, and her eyes were a little bloodshot,
but her face was fresh and clean of any leftover makeup.

Mr. C. also welcomed home his eldest son, then leaned against the counter
beside her nursing his own steaming mug.  He looked just as disheveled
and was dressed in a thin Asian themed silk robe that barely reached
mid-thigh and was open almost down to his waist, his hairy muscular chest
on near full display.

"Who won the game?" he asked me.

"We did!" I announced.  "Believe it or not!  And Cullen's now QB1
apparently!"

"That's incredible!" he said.  "Is he here?  I should go up and
congratulate him."

Jack held up his hand.  "He is.  But I'd wait for him to come down if I
were you," he said with a smirk.

Mild chuckles all around at that, even from Mrs. C.

"Are the boys going to stay for lunch?" she asked.

I glanced at the clock which read just past noon.

"Well, they were all still asleep when we came down," I said, pouring
myself and Jack a cup of coffee.  "Don't do anything special.  We have
plenty of fixings for sandwiches if they're hungry when they get up."

"Don't spoil my fun, Donny," she chastised me with finger wag.
 "You've got to let me take care of your friends sometime!" She looked
at Mr. C. who just shrugged.  "Alright," she said, "convince them to
stay for supper and I'll fix something nice for growing boys."

"Deal," Jack said, blowing on his mug and taking a tentative sip.

Just then a noise drew my attention from the direction of the living
room.  I looked up and my jaw dropped to the floor!  Standing there in
the doorway was perhaps the most perfect specimen of masculinity I'd
ever seen.  He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, wearing only a
faded pair of tight blue jeans and a black cowboy hat.  In one hand he
held a pair of worn cowboy boots (his feet were bare) and in his other
was what appeared to be his shirt.  His chest was tanned and covered by a
sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed into a trail that ran all the way
down his ripped abdomen and began to expand again around his belly button
before disappearing into the waistband of his underwear that rode just
above his unbuttoned jeans.  Jeans, I might add, that did little to hide
a huge package that snaked to his left and onto his thigh.  He had a
thick head of dark hair that stuck out from around his cowboy hat and the
bluest eyes I think I'd ever seen.  I was dumbstruck.

"I think I'll head out," this god-on-earth was saying to Mr. and Mrs.
C.  "Thanks for letting me crash for a few hours - I was so tired," he
finished with a smile revealing the whitest and straightest teeth.  His
lips were lush and oh so kissable, and he had a day or two's stubble on
his face.

"Nonsense," Mrs. C. exclaimed.  "Thank you for bringing us home!  You
quite literally were our hero last night."

"Happy to help," he said with a grin.  "Dad's been going on and on
about how great it's been to reconnect with you two."  His expression
took on a contemplative look, and he continued, "He's been missing mom
something fierce.  It's pretty clear spending time with you two takes
him back to a happier time for him.  I'm grateful for that."

As he came into the kitchen Mrs. C. offered him a travel mug full of
coffee and then she said, "Oh, where are my manners?!  Buck, this is our
oldest son, Jack, and Donny, our youngest son's boyfriend."

My heart fluttered at hearing myself introduced as Toby's boyfriend so
openly and proudly.  I loved the feeling, but it wasn't common knowledge
outside the family or my circle of friends, so I immediately realized
this guy had to be someone special to them.

"Donny lives with us now," she continued.  "Boys, this is Buck
Jackson, the son of an old friend of ours and our savior of last night,"
she finished with a chuckle.

He set down his boots and shirt on one of the island stools and greeted
us with a friendly handshake and a clap on the shoulder.  His handshake
was firm and his hands were calloused, obviously a working man.  He was
taller than Jack, so he had to be at least 6"2'.  When he got close to
me I could smell the remnants of his cologne from yesterday, his natural
sweaty musk, and... sex.  My cock began to stiffen.

He accepted the travel mug of coffee thankfully and promised to return
it, then he glanced up at the kitchen clock on the wall and said, "Oh,
it's later than I thought.  Dad'll have your car at the shop by now.
I'll head there and do the work myself.  I'll have it running again in
no time."

With that he picked up his boots and shirt in one hand and the mug of
coffee in the other, then he stepped up to Mrs. C. and gave her a very
passionate kiss on the lips!  She caressed his face as they practically
made out for a moment right there in front of all of us!  Then he stepped
over to Mr. C. and did the same fucking thing!  I think the kiss with Mr.
C. actually lasted longer!  Then he said goodbye once again, along with
an `I'll call you when the car's ready' and was out the front door
before I could regain my senses.

"Donny," I heard Jack in my ear, "your dick is hard and you're
drooling."

Chuckles around the kitchen as I snapped out of it and wiped my chin.

"Don't be embarrassed, Donny," Mrs. C. said with a knowing grin.  She
had refilled her mug and was headed back to the master bedroom via the
living room.  "He has that effect on everyone."

Mr. C. attempted to make a hasty retreat as well, but Jack and I cornered
him.

"Not so fast, mister," Jack said, blocking the door with wide spread
arms.  "Is there something you'd like to tell us?"

Mr. C. sipped his coffee.  "Hmm," he hummed coyly.  "No, not
particularly."

"Dad..." Jack urged, insistently.

"Hey!" Toby's voice rang from the foot of the stairs in the living
room.  "Whose pickup just pulled out of the driveway?  And why was he
half naked?"

Jack just tilted his head to the side staring at his father as if willing
him to answer.  He lowered an arm to allow Toby into the kitchen but then
resumed blocking Mr. C `s exit.  Finally, Mr. C. relented, and
chuckling, he moved over to the kitchen table and sat down.  We joined
him at the table, coffee mugs in hand.

"Y'all were going to start seeing things like that eventually anyway,"
he began.  "We really don't mind you knowing anymore, we're just still
in the habit of hiding it.  Like we did when you were little."

"Okay," I said, "so he's from your swingers club?"

Mr. C. shrugged a little, then continued, "Well, no, not really.
Technically, I guess it's no longer a swingers club.  It was exclusively
for swingers back when we were first in it - only couples, and only
straights.  But it's very inclusive now - singles, gay, and bi are all
welcome.  And the group is much better off for that."

"That sounds really nice," I said.

"Oh, it is, indeed!" he agreed.  "And so much fun!  But really, our
relationship with Buck goes beyond the club itself."

Mr. C. went on to explain that they had been very close to Buck's
parents, Lee and Anna.  They started out as swinger partners but became
good friends as well.  There were other couples they swung with for sure,
for both couples, but the four of them really clicked and became good
friends outside the club as well.

"But," he said, sounding almost melancholy, "like what happens all too
often, we just grew apart.  We all started chasing careers and focused
more on the kids.  Eventually, we moved to different towns and just lost
touch."

"But now you've reconnected," I said cheerfully.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.  "And picked up pretty much where we left off!
Except Anna's gone.  Breast cancer, about five years ago.  We hadn't even
heard.  That first night we reconnected with Lee and he told us, we were
devastated.  The three of us just sat at a table at a bar that night
talking, laughing... and crying." He paused for a long moment before
finishing with a wicked grin, "Then we went back to his place and fucked
our brains out."

We all chuckled with him.

"Ok, ok, ok," Jack said, waving a hand.  "Now tell us about Buck.  No
judgement here, but it looks like you're fucking him too!"

"Wait.  What?" Toby interjected, confused.  I placed my hand on Toby's
arm and whispered that I'd fill him in later.

Mr. C. glanced at each of us in turn before getting up to get a refill,
found the pot to be empty, and put his mug in the dishwasher instead.  He
returned to his chair before continuing.  We all waited silently.

"That's, umm..." he began.  "That's a recent development.  And a
surprising one." He paused again to collect his thoughts.  Then,
"Buck's not part of the club.  Not that I know of, anyway.  I don't
remember ever seeing him there.  Granted, it's pretty big these days, and
every time we've gone we've seen new people.  It could be we just haven't
run into him there yet.  But of course we've seen him at Lee's.  He moved
back in after Anna passed.  Lee hasn't coped with her death very well and
Buck didn't want to leave his dad alone in the house."

"He's single?" I asked.

"As far as I know," he continued.  "It hasn't really been a subject of
conversation and I didn't want to pry."

"I do," I said quietly.  Which produced a round of chuckles from
everyone but Toby, who gave me a, `Come on.  Really?' expression.

"You didn't get a close look at him," I whispered to my boyfriend, then
fanned my face with a napkin like it was hot in there.

Toby rolled his eyes.

"When we first met Lee and Anna, I think he was around six or seven.  He
was such a sweet boy, and curious.  I don't think the four of us were
very discreet, or at least not like we should have been with a child in
the house.  He asked questions.  Even walked in on us once... or twice."

I gasped.  "On the four of you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered with a sigh.  "It really bothered your mom." Of
course he meant Mrs. C., but he'd taken to referring to her more and more
as `your mom' when speaking to me.  My actual mom was `your mother' in
his vernacular.

"I think that's one of the main reasons we pulled back from that life
after Jack and Toby came along," he finished, then paused in reflection.

"Anyway," he continued, "he's really pleased we reconnected with Lee,
and he's always all smiles when he sees us.  Last night after having some
fun with Lee, the car wouldn't start when we tried to leave.  Lee and
Buck both tried to get it going, they're mechanics, you know, but it was
so dark in the driveway and they didn't have all the tools they needed.
Lee said he'd get the car to his shop and that Buck should drive us
home.  Buck immediately piped up insisting on it, so we reluctantly
agreed.  We didn't want to put him out, you know."

"When in reality, he WANTED to `put out!'" Jack chortled.

"Yeah," Mr. C. continued, "he flirted with both of us practically the
whole way here.  It's like an hour and a half drive from Lee's!  When we
finally got here it was almost 4am.  Your mom insisted he stay the rest
of the night."  He got a far away look in his eyes, then finished his
story.  "One thing led to another and we all wound up in bed together.
Although, none of us really got more than an hour or two of sleep."

Our curiosity somewhat satiated, Mr. C. excused himself and returned to
the master bedroom.  We sat around the table in silence for a while just
processing all this.  While I thoroughly enjoyed the peek into Mr. and
Mrs. C.'s sex life, Jack and Toby seemed to be struggling with it a
little.  I think like most kids they'd always thought of their parents as
`sexless creatures,' even though they themselves were proof their
parents were indeed sexual beings!

Anyway, I let them have the time they needed in silence until a strange
noise began intruding into my consciousness.  It sounded like a machine
gone awry, banging as a broken or dislodged piece of its workings
repeatedly hit something it shouldn't be.

"What's that noise?" I asked aloud, thinking something might be wrong
with the central heat and air.

My question pulled Jack out of his reverie and he listened for a moment.

"Oh," he grinned.  "That's the noise your bed makes when the headboard
hits the wall.  Woke me up last night," he finished with a chuckle.

I was mortified that it was so audible down here in the kitchen, so far
away from our bedroom.  Granted, Hank had made it bang last night more
than Toby and I ever had, but it actually had banged on occasion with
us.  Now I realized his parents probably heard me and Toby going at it a
few times.  I literally facepalmed.  That had to change.

"Oh, yeah," Toby said.  "Hank was up and about when I came down."

So, from what I later pieced together from talking to the guys, this is
pretty much what had happened upstairs after Jack and I had come down.

Toby woke up in an empty bed, and after emptying his bladder in the
bathroom he went to check on the other guys.  Cullen and Marcus seemed to
still be asleep but he found Hank sitting up on our bed.  He greeted him
and sat down beside him.

"Good morning," Toby said.  "How are you feeling?"

Hank smiled and greeted him back.  "My ass is a little sore, but I feel
really good," he said.

"How do you feel about what we did last night?" Toby asked.  He was
worried Hank would have regrets, as was I truth be told.

"Fuck! Toby!," he exclaimed.  "I never felt anything that fantastic!
I can't even explain it!"

"So you liked it?" Toby asked, wanting to make certain.

"I fuckin' LOVED it!  Can we do it again sometime?" Hank gushed.

"Sure, big guy," Toby answered with a grin.  "Anytime you want."

Since Hank expressed that he enjoyed bottoming so much, Toby took him
into the bathroom to educate him on how to properly clean and prepare his
backside.  Toby told him all about enemas and butt plugs and the
importance of both.  Then he left Hank in the bathroom on his own to
clean himself out and prep for the day.  That's when Toby came down the
stairs and joined us in the kitchen.

Hank took a quick shower and cleaned himself out just like Toby had
instructed him.  He then took one of the buttplugs Toby had shown him, a
rather large one in fact, lubed it up and inserted it into his ass.  It
was very uncomfortable, but Hank knew he wanted to loosen himself up.  He
had never felt anything as fantastic as a cock banging on his prostate
and he wanted to feel that again, and often.  He also knew that to
maximize his pleasure, he needed to be looser than his virgin hole had
been when I took his cherry.  That hurt, but he silently endured it
because everything up to that point had felt wonderful and he understood
that once his sphincter adjusted it would feel better.  Which it did.
Good god!  It did!

Hank then walked naked into the clubhouse.  He didn't even glance at
Marcus, who was awake by now, but still laying down on the sectional.
Hank walked straight up to the sleeping Cullen and stood there watching
him sleep - in a totally non-stalkerish way, like you do!  (Those were
Marcus's words.)

Marcus saw the base of the butt plug protruding from Hank's ass and
grinned to himself.  He'd heard the banging on the wall last night but
assumed it was me or maybe Toby who'd been on the receiving end.  He was
very pleased to now see that it had probably been Hank.

Marcus quietly got up and slipped out the door headed for the bathroom to
relieve his full-to-bursting bladder.  He also took the opportunity to
brush his teeth and gargle with mouthwash.  We'd long since made sure all
the guys had toothbrushes and other personal toiletry items in the
upstairs bathroom.  With fresh breath and a new goal in mind, he went
back to the clubhouse.

By now Hank had sat down on the sectional catty-cornered from where
Cullen was still sleeping.  He was shifting uncomfortably, trying to find
a position in which he could rest with the least discomfort from the butt
plug.  When he sat down it actually went deeper, something he hadn't
thought about before experiencing it.  But he was happy to note that it
was only uncomfortable rather than painful, although he had to admit to
himself that in the moment last night, he'd actually enjoyed the pain -
at least a little.

Both of them still naked, Marcus walked right up to Hank and plopped down
beside him.  He put an arm around Hank's shoulders and said, "Good
morning.  How are you doing, buddy?"

"I'm good, Marcus," Hank said with a smile and shifted, wincing a
little.

"What's wrong there, Hank?  Got something stuck up your ass?" Marcus
asked with a smirk.

"Ha, ha," Hank replied, annoyed.  "I'm sure somebody told you since
there are never any secrets around here."

Marcus softened his approach.  "Nobody's said anything, buddy.  But I
did hear the bed banging next door last night, and I actually saw the
butt plug sticking out of your ass when I went to the bathroom." He
paused a beat, then continued, "That leads me to believe you may have
let Donny fuck you last night.  Or Toby.  But my money's on Donny.  I'd
gotten him pretty worked up before the three of you went next door."

Hank chuckled and shifted on his ass again.  "You'd only half win that
bet," he said with a smirk.  "They both did.  And also with a toy!" he
added with a tone of incredulity, as if he couldn't believe it himself.

"Wow!" Marcus exclaimed, his eyes widening.  Then leaning in a little
closer, he reached over with his other hand and placed it on Hank's
thick-muscled thigh.  "How was it?" he asked.

Hank got a big grin and leaned back into Marcus.  "It was incredible!"
he said.  "I've never cum so hard!"

They both chuckled.  Then a groan emanated from Cullen and he rolled over
onto his side facing away from them, and pulled the blanket up over his
head.

An expression of fear rippled across Hank's face.  Seeing it, Marcus
stood and pulled Hank to his feet, then led him next door to Toby's and
my room.  At the bedside, Marcus stopped Hank and asked if he could take
a look at what he had going on `back there.'  Hank gave his permission
and climbed up onto the bed on his hands and knees.

Marcus reached out and grasped the base of the butt plug and began
manipulating it, twisting and pushing it side to side.

Hank groaned and lowered his head.

"Did I hit something in there, buddy?" Marcus asked with a smirk.

"Yesss," Hank hissed as Marcus continued to move the butt plug around.

Marcus then gripped the toy tightly and pulled.  There was a lot of
resistance as the thickness of the plug made its way out through Hank's
sphincter.

"Unnngh," Hank uttered as the plug finally came free.

"Wow, son!" Marcus exclaimed.  "Ambitious!  No wonder you were so
uncomfortable.  Let's switch to a smaller size to start you out.  I'll
find you one when I'm done."

"When you're done with what?" Hank asked looking back over his
shoulder.

Marcus had a big grin on his face, and taking one of Hank's ass cheeks in
each hand he spread them apart and said, "With this." Then he dove
right down on Hank's gaping hole, driving his tongue as deep as he could
go.

"Oh, god!" Hank yelled.

"Naw, just me," Marcus whispered into Hank's hole.  He picked up the
bottle of edible lube he spied on the floor by his foot and poured a
generous amount onto his fingers and directly into Hank's flexing ring of
muscle.  Considering the state Hank's hole was already in, Marcus went
right to three fingers and pushed them in as far as they'd go.

That elicited a deep moan from Hank and he pushed back on Marcus's hand.

Marcus soon added a fourth finger and was eventually fucking Hank with
almost his entire hand, only his thumb remained outside the ring of
muscle caressing Hank's taint.

"Fuuuuck," Hank moaned.  "It feels so gooooood!"

After a few more minutes of that Hank was pretty much worked up into a
frenzy.

"Marcus," Hank asked, his voice crackling with need, "are you hard?"

"Oh, buddy!" Marcus responded.  "Am I ever!"

"Good," Hank said, and he pulled himself off Marcus's hand and flipped
over onto his back.  "I want you to fuck me, Marcus," he said.  "Fuck
me hard!  Fuck me like Cullen fucks his bitches!!  JUST FUCK ME!!" he
yelled.

`Okaaay,' Marcus thought to himself, `there's some luggage there I
want to come back around and unpack later.' But he immediately leapt up
onto the bed and got between Hank's outspread legs.  He reached up
towards the head of the bed and grabbed my pillow (Why my pillow?  I
sleep on that!!!) and shoved it beneath Hank's ass.  Bracing his hands on
Hank's thighs, he pushed them back even farther and leaned forward.  His
cock was perfectly aligned with Hank's hole now so he just pushed
forward.  Marcus's thick, 7-inch, Latino cock met the pulsing circle of
Hank's sphincter - and disappeared into it.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Hank cried out as Marcus sank in all the way.

He entered slowly, but steadily, not pausing until his black pubes were
pressed tightly against Hank's upturned ass cheeks.  He shifted his hands
to the bed on either side of Hank's torso.  Leaning forward still, he
lowered himself down along the full length of Hank's body until they were
face to face, their noses less than an inch apart.  Hank's eyes were shut
tight and he was muttering incoherently.  Marcus couldn't understand
anything Hank was saying except for one word, the name of Hank's
quarterback who was sleeping off a hangover in the next room.

"NO!" Marcus yelled, his voice deep and commanding.

Hank's eyes flew open and a wave of fear flew across his face.

"You will not play that game with me, BOY!" he yelled at Hank.  "When
I'm fucking you, you're with ME!  Not some fantasy!  DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Hank nodded animatedly, his eyes wide, another wave of fear rippled
across his face.

"Good," Marcus said, softening his tone.  He brought his lips to Hank's
and kissed the boy.  "Now," he said, "tell me what you want."

"Wha..." Hank managed.  His eyes were still wide and he suddenly wasn't
sure what he'd gotten himself into.

Marcus pushed himself back up on his arms and gazed down at Hank.
Holding himself up by one arm he reached up with his other hand and
grasped the boy's chin.

"What... is it... you want... from ME?!" Marcus demanded, squeezing Hank's
jaw painfully.

`Why was Marcus suddenly being so scary?' Hank thought to himself.  But
then the wheels finally started to turn inside his thick skull.  (Hank's
actual words, not mine.)  `Marcus is one of my best friends.  He helps
me.  He'd never hurt me, except maybe to help me learn something.  And
even then he'd never REALLY hurt me.'

Suddenly Marcus pulled his hand back and slapped Hank hard across the
face.  Then he took hold of one of the huge teen's nipples and twisted as
he yelled, "ANSWER ME!!"

"Fuck me!" Hank called out

"You want WHO to fuck you?" Marcus asked a little quieter.

"You," Hank answered.

"But I'm not Cullen," Marcus said, in almost a whisper.

It was as if a switch had been flipped inside Hank's head.  Both Marcus
and Hank described it that way.

"I want YOU to fuck me, Marcus!" Hank yelled.  "Fuck me with your big
brown cock!" He reached up, grasping Marcus's arms.  "Fuck me!  Make me
your bitch!  Fuck me, daddy!  Follame, papi!  FUCK ME!!"

`Wow.  Where did that come from?' Marcus thought to himself.  Marcus
was like a fourth or fifth generation Texan and didn't even speak
Spanish, although he knew what those words meant.  But now that he
believed Hank was actually in the bed with him, both body and mind, he
was going to do just that.

"Okay, boy," Marcus said and smiled down at Hank.  He pulled all the
way out, then pushed back in again all the way to the hilt.  He did that
a few more times, then began shifting his angle of attack around, coming
in from a slightly different direction each time.  Finally Hank jumped
and moaned loudly and Marcus knew he'd found what he was looking for.

Marcus lowered himself on top of Hank again, sliding his arms beneath him
to grasp the large teen's shoulders for leverage.  He buried his face in
the crook of Hank's neck and began fucking in ernest - long and strong
thrusts, each one hitting that spot inside Hank's colon that he'd
found.  He established his pace, not too fast, but not too slow.

Hank began to cry out each time Marcus hit his magic button, thrashing
his head side to side.  He wrapped his arms and legs around Marcus
pulling him tighter against him, thrusting his ass up to meet him.

"Ungh - ungh - ungh - Oh - My - God - Mar - cus - More - More - More!"
came from deep inside Hank, his voice barely recognizable.

But Marcus heard, and he understood.  Hank called him by name.  He was
still with him and hadn't slipped back into his fantasy of Cullen.  He
began thrusting harder and faster.  The headboard began slamming against
the wall, maintaining rhythm with Hank's grunts and exclamations.

Bang, bang, bang went the headboard.

"Ungh, god, yes!" went Hank.

And that's when we found them.  We'd come running up the stairs.  I
initially had the intention of stopping them, or at least getting them to
move since the banging could literally be heard all over the house.  But
once I reached the doorway and actually saw them clinging to each other,
Marcus pounding away into Hank, both of them drenched in sweat, moaning
and groaning - it just struck me as something really beautiful and I
couldn't bring myself to interrupt them.

Jack, Toby and I all three stood there in the doorway and watched them
copulate on Toby's and my bed, Hank's ass on my pillow, until finally
they reached orgasm together.  Marcus emptied his balls deep into Hank's
ass and Hank spewed his onto both their bellies.

They were breathing heavily as they slowly came down from their orgasmic
highs.  I decided to give them some privacy and turned towards the
clubhouse.  Cullen was standing in the doorway, wrapped up in the blanket
somebody had covered him with and clutching his head.

"Why are y'all being so loud?" he complained, then instantly regretted
it as his own voice reverberated through his pain-wracked head.

I just smiled, and putting an arm around his shoulder I said, "Come on,
buddy.  Let's get you to the bathroom."

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