When the blond kid jabbed his prod in my mouth, the dark-haired lad I was blowing barely noticed that he had a competitor.
It was kinda late in the orgy. You know how your perceptions dim toward five in the morning. The blond’s perceptions had perceptibly sharpened. He demanded special service, my undiluted undivided attention. Pumping his fat jock deeper into me, he succeeded in displacing his buddy. The dark-haired boy tried to push his way back in again, jostling and damn near unseating the stud who was riding him. One of three started yelling. The big guy I was reaming stopped whining and unfurled his tongue to shout in brotherly sympathy. The roar was atonal and deafening.
None of us heard the door open.
If the big guy didn’t turn out to be the police chief’s loving nephew, the situation might have been serious. As it was, I plea-bargained and they charged me only with the usual mixed bag of felonies and misdemeanors. After a short hitch in…