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Chapter 10 of 21.
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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 10 of 21
Universe: The Gambling Debt
Summary: Tony Tomaselli owes his bookie a large amount of money -- and Crazy
Joe Scalese isn't one to sit on his hands and wait for his debtors to show up
with cash!  Leg-breaking tends to be counter-productive, so Crazy Joe
implements an experimental plan that involves not only Tony, but his wife
Gina and their two children!

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The Gambling Debt

Chapter 10

	Meanwhile, Robert -- Bobby -- found himself alone at last with Jerome
-- who was in only slightly more of a hurry than Crazy Joe was.  He and Bobby
had been building something in the way of trust, and Jerome didn't want to
kill it unless he had to.  Jerome had a sense that if he handled the evening
properly, a personal fantasy might just come to life...

	Robert had been doing well at the poker table -- but there had been
limits set by where they were and what they were doing.  Those limits were
gone, and Robert was nervous.

	The moment the door closed behind them, Robert got skittish.  Jerome
had two choices -- he could roll right over the boy and take what he came
for, or he could apply a little patience and see if 'Bobby' would come
around.  He chose the latter.  "What's the matter, Honey?"

	"Just... nervous, I guess."  Robert licked his lower lip, eyeing
Jerome, who was suddenly a possible threat, his heart thudding in his chest.

	"Just relax, Honey," Jerome waved it off.  "Let's watch some TV or a
video or something.  You want something to drink?  There is a fridge over in
the corner..."

	Robert made for the refrigerator, largely because it was something to
do.  "Want anything?"

	"See if there is any tonic water -- watch it -- it's REAL fizzy!"
Jerome admonished.

	Robert wondered why, but when he looked, the reason became apparent.
The tonic water was in plastic bottles, not cans.  Duly warned, Robert only
cracked the cap -- and it almost got him, anyway.  While he was fighting with
the carbonation, Jerome came up and put a hand on his hip.  "Baby I'm not
gonna hurt you..."

	"You could," Robert replied.  "Crazy Joe would let you."

	"It's not the way to have a good time, Honey.  You're the first boy
I've had in a long time who wasn't scared shitless before I ever saw him.
You get off on the wrong foot like that."  Jerome stroked Robert's side
gently.  "Do you ever get lonely, Honey?  Life can be tough sometimes..."

	Robert pursed his lips and eyed Jerome sidelong.  He was scared --
but Jerome wasn't pushing.  "Sometimes.  What do you want with the tonic?"

	"Have you ever mixed drinks, Bobby?  Do you know what a shot glass
is?"

	"I've never done it, but a shot glass is one of those little ones,
right?"

	"Uh huh.  Take that vodka bottle and fill the glass to the line and
dump it in a big glass.  Toss in about four ice cubes -- there should be some
in there -- and fill it with tonic water.  Then bring it over and sit on the
couch with me -- please, Honey?"

	"Sure."  Robert went about his task, using it to settle himself down.
Collecting the glass and a coke, he settled on the couch next to Jerome.

	"Come here, honey -- we've been closer."  Jerome waved him over.
Robert slid closer diffidently, sitting up and not coming all the way in.
"Tell me about you.  Why are you here?"

	Robert started slow, but Jerome rubbed his back and made soothing
noises and soon it was all gushing out.  He started with his folks and his
sister and his amazement at how brave she was and how he really couldn't hide
after she had done what she did.  He talked about his inexperience and his
fears and his worries over what might happen and Crazy Joe's warnings and
advice.  When he ran down, he'd moved much closer to Jerome, needing his
comfort and protection.

	Jerome addressed Robert's worries about sexual orientation, ignoring
the underlying issues regarding his presence in the room.  "Bobby, Honey,
Joe's right -- if you toss off one sex, half of your possible playtime goes
with it.  Joe grew up in a place and time where he had to limit himself --
and me, well, I have a problem with girls that goes way back -- but you don't
have either, so why close out your options?  If you want to play with girls,
too, that's okay..."

	"A lot of guys hassle gays," Robert pointed out.

	"We're not talking about gay, here," Jerome replied, "We're talking
about something else.  Besides, what they don't know won't hurt you."

	"Well, what if I am...?"

	"Gay?  There's worse things.  Don't borrow trouble, Honey.  Find out
-- then deal with it."

	"Okay."  He was Bobby again -- or working on it, at least.  He needed
Jerome's arm around him.  He settled back, leaning against Jerome's solid
frame.

	Jerome hugged him and picked up the TV controller -- they had all
night.  "What do you want to watch?  There are some videos..."

	'Bobby' licked his lower lip.  "Yeah?"

	"Go take a look," Jerome told him, pointing at a shelf.  "Please
yourself -- I don't care."

	Bobby got up and went to the shelf and eyed the selection critically.
"Lots of porn here."

	Jerome grunted.  "What kind of porn do you like?"

	Bobby looked diffident.  "Just about everything."

	Jerome grinned.  "That ain't surprising.  It's all new and you've got
blue balls twenty-four hours a day."

	"Uh huh," Bobby agreed.

	"Pick what you want -- I can watch girls without puking.  I fuck
girls regularly."

	Bobby turned to Jerome, surprised.  "Then why...?"

	"I can't get all mushy and romantic with them," Jerome related.  "I
can't trust them.  Guys...  Guys don't think in weird circles and make up
strange shit in their heads to justify whatever is on their agenda.  Shit is
this way, or it's that way.  Girls always want to twist things to make a
third way -- and they want to twist you to fit."  He shrugged.  "I like guys
better."

	Somehow, that made sense.  Bobby decided to stop messing around and
picked a gay flick, loaded it in the player, and returned to the couch.

	"Nice," Jerome nodded, when the titles came on.  This was a test, and
he knew it -- so he just kept rubbing Bobby's back through the whole first
scene, despite the fact that he was as hard as stone.  Bobby was, too, and he
was scoping him out of the corner of his eye, so when the scene changed,
Jerome decided things were going well enough.  Standing, he asked, "Can I get
comfortable?"

	"Sure..."  Bobby watched as Jerome dropped his trousers, remaining in
his boxer briefs.

	"You can, too," Jerome offered.

	"I, uh, took off my shorts, remember?"

	"Oh.  Well, hey -- you've seen it and you've touched it -- and I've
seen and touched yours..."  Jerome shucked out of his underwear.  Was it too
soon?

	It wasn't.  Bobby licked his lips, taking in Jerome from head to
foot.  "Wish I looked like that."  He got up and tossed off his shirt and
sweatpants and stood there until Jerome sat back down.

	"You're hot -- don't kid yourself," Jerome grinned.  He went back to
rubbing Bobby's back -- and if he covered a bit more ground, no one
complained.

	Both of them itched to touch themselves, and their hands drifted to
their crotches to scratch or rub a thigh; Bobby couldn't bring himself to rub
his cock, so Jerome waited him out.  Finally, Bobby's hand crept to his
crotch -- and stayed there, after he made a point of scratching his balls.
Jerome watched out of the corner of his eye until Bobby stroked himself the
first time, pretending to adjust the position of his cock.  "Hot action,"
Jerome grunted.

	Bobby nodded -- he was about to explode, actually!  He wanted to
stroke himself SO BAD...  Jerome's hand, slowly rubbing his back and drifting
over the top of his ass cheeks didn't help, either, it lulled him, made him
forget himself.

	Since Bobby had broken the barrier, Jerome nonchalantly took a pump
of his ebony shaft.  Bobby sucked in a breath and started moving his hand,
letting some of his tension ebb away.  Jerome waited until Bobby was
comfortable with jacking off -- and watching Jerome more than the movie --
then leaned up and opened a drawer in the end table and fished out a bottle.

	"Try this lube," he said, opening the bottle and offering it, "The
stuff is amazing!"  Bobby rocked a bit, but stuck out his hand to accept
some, then gingerly applied it.  "Nice, huh?" Jerome grinned.

	"Uh huh!"  It was fucking GREAT!  All the sensation and none of the
friction...

	"It makes all kinds of shit work," Jerome reported, as he put the
bottle on the table then demonstrated using a corkscrew stroke.  "All kinds
of shit."  Having pushed the edge of the envelope, he settled back, watching
Bobby's arousal bound up the scale.  Very soon, Bobby was close -- you could
see it.  Knowing what would probably happen, Jerome reached across and ran a
finger up the underside of Bobby's cock.

	"AAAWWWW!!!"  Bobby's eyes bulged!  He was gonna shoot all over
himself!  They hadn't made any plans for something to hold it...  He
struggled for control, but there was no way...

	But Jerome had an answer!  Quick as a snake, he leaned across Bobby's
lap and slurped him in!

	"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"  Bobby erupted like a fire hydrant!  He went
totally rigid, arching himself to press deep into Jerome's mouth while he
spewed a torrent of vibrant teen seed, pulsing and surging!  He had no idea
that he was holding onto Jerome's head until the pressure in his balls let up
-- at which point, sanity returned and he snatched his hands away as if
they'd been burned!  "You--You...."

	"Sucked you?"  Jerome grinned, his eyes merry.  "You did all the hard
work, Honey -- I just harvested it.  Good stuff, too!"  He rubbed Bobby's
chest.  "Did you enjoy it?"

	"Did I!"

	"Probably won't kill you then, huh?"  Jerome grinned, sitting back
up.

	"I guess not..."

	Jerome settled back and resumed jacking his cock, but Bobby sat
there, eyeing it.  He was past the whole fear thing, and he'd touched it at
the poker table...  He leaned over and reached out.

	"You want it?" Jerome asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Take it."  Jerome lifted his hand away.  Bobby discovered right away
that jacking someone else's cock isn't as easy as doing your own...

	Sometimes, you just can't envision yourself ever doing something
until you come face to face with it.  Looking at Jerome's big cock from a
distance of a few inches, Bobby had one of those moments -- and leaned
forward and sucked in the plush tip of Jerome's meat.

	"Oh, Jeezus!  Fuck!  Shit, that feels good!" Jerome gasped.
"Goddamn, Honey!"  Just this made it all worth it -- if Bobby didn't offer up
his cherry, Jerome would wait until next time -- and pray there was one.  You
had to teach a whore -- sometimes more than once -- and boys he'd had who
weren't professionals yet got all whiney and fought things and generally made
it all too difficult -- but Bobby seemed to know exactly what he was doing
from the moment his lips rolled over Jerome's glans!  "Oh, Baby!  Fuck!"
Jerome started caressing everything in reach!

	'Okay, so, I'm a cocksucker,' Robert thought to himself.  Bobby got
him into this, but it kind of transcended the whole Bobby thing -- it was a
little too basic.  But Jerome was so happy and hey, it really wasn't that
bad...  Deep-throat wasn't happening, but Robert slipped back into being
Bobby and did the best he could...

	Only one thing could make this better -- and Jerome couldn't help
himself -- he HAD to ask for it!  "Stretch out, Honey -- stretch out on the
couch and let me play with your ass!  Please?  Please can I play with your
ass?  I won't get stupid..."

	Bobby was amazed -- Jerome was begging!  He stretched out on the
couch, his head in Jerome's lap, supporting himself on his elbows while he
slid his mouth up and down Jerome's thick shaft.  He waved a finger in
admonishment, but then left Jerome to his own devices.

	All in all, it was pretty decent, too!  Jerome palmed his buns and
squeezed and rubbed and reached under to play with his balls and ran his
fingers lightly along Bobby's crack -- and it felt good -- surprisingly good!
Jerome played with Bobby's crinkled ring -- just teasing it with the tip of
his finger, running it around in circles, not poking and jabbing -- and that
was good, too!  Bobby took the hint and fondled Jerome's balls and Jerome
slouched on the couch and Bobby knew he wanted HIS ass played with, so he
slid a finger up behind Jerome's balls...

	Jerome's cock turned to absolute STONE!  "Oh, Baby, oh, Baby, oh,
Baby, I've just got to feel it!" he babbled.  "I'll use lube and I'll be real
gentle..."  Bobby didn't realize what Jerome was talking about until he
started rubbing something cool and wet around his asshole.  "Please Baby,
please, I'll be so gentle...  It's opening itself...  Just a little...  Let
me feel it..."  The finger circled and circled, but Bobby knew there was a
whirlpool there.  "Oh, yes, Baby!  It's winking at me!  Let me put my finger
in, just a little..."

	Bobby didn't argue -- he kept sucking.  Jerome wasn't hurting
anything...

	The whirlpool sucked the tip of Jerome's finger inside and Jerome
babbled, "Oh, that's so nice!  See?  It didn't hurt!  You're so hot in
there..."

	Bobby reached across and picked up Jerome's scrotum with his right
hand to clear the way and then lightly ran the middle finger of his left hand
up the line behind Jerome's balls and along the crack of his ass to HIS
asshole...

	"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"  Jerome came totally unglued!  He threw
himself upward, burying his cock, gagging Bobby, then bounced -- and his cock
went rock hard and started spewing!  Bobby barely got control of it and
himself before the flood forced him to swallow!  Bobby didn't have time to
taste the stuff -- he had his hands full staying with Jerome as he bucked and
gibbered!

	"FUCK...  FUCK!"  Jerome slouched back on the couch, glassy-eyed.
Bobby was still lipping his cock, grinning -- the little shit!  Jerome rubbed
his face with his right hand, and made to rub Bobby's ass with his left, but
it was stuck...  Jerome glanced over to find his middle finger in Bobby's ass
to the second knuckle!

	Jerome was instantly worried!  "Did I hurt you?"

	"No."  Bobby seemed perfectly content to suck Jerome's cock until who
knew when...

	Jerome gently extracted his finger -- and then suddenly lurched up,
snatching Bobby up as if he were a feather and gathering him into a bear hug
-- then he crashed flat out on the couch, pinning Bobby under him and howled,
"Oh, I love you to death!"  Then he attacked Bobby's lips with his mouth and
tongue, questing, going for a big, open-mouthed kiss!

	Shock and surprise surfaced Robert, who waved his arms ineffectually,
"Hey!"

	"Huh?"  Jerome backed off.  "I'm sorry, Baby -- it was all just so...
perfect!  I got carried away!  Did I scare you?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"I'm sorry -- I'll get up."  Jerome floundered up.  "Now you're all
upset!  What can I do?"  Jerome was beside himself!  It had all been going so
well...  He glanced around.  Bobby lay there, watching him, wondering what
crazy stunt he would try next...  'He needs to relax...' Jerome mused, taking
in the furnishings.  There was the massage table...

	Jerome had fucked a bunch of times on that table -- and a bunch of
times, the other participant hadn't really been willing, so he almost passed
it by -- but didn't massages relax you?  He'd had a few -- usually by silly
cunts who had no idea what they were doing...  No, wait -- he could sell the
massage idea -- and maybe hit a home run with it!  "I'll make it up to you!
How about a massage?  That's relaxing..."

	'Until you go nuts on me again,' Robert thought -- but he was
settling down already.  Jerome just seemed really happy with his blowjob --
that was all.  And, well, he got a little romantic.  Robert wasn't sure about
that part, but neither of them had gone too far...  "Okay," he agreed
cautiously.

	"The table is right over there..."  Jerome waved at it.  "They've got
oil and everything -- Joe stocks the place pretty well."  He got up off the
couch so Robert had freedom of movement, "Just go over and hop up on the
table and we'll get you all relaxed and calm..."

	He'd agreed to it -- and he was pretty sure Crazy Joe wouldn't hook
him up with an axe murderer, if only because of his sister.  Robert got up
and headed over to the table and climbed up on it while Jerome went through
the supplies on the shelf nearby.  One of them was lube, Jerome was pleased
to note.

	For the moment, though, lube wasn't the answer.  Jerome lit a candle
under a little pot of aromatic oil and let it warm for a few moments while
taking in Bobby's form.  Bobby was absolutely beautiful -- but Jerome knew
better than to tell him that -- not that way, anyway.  Bobby had a tight
little bubble butt and he was thin, but not bony -- and not too muscular --
and he had dark, curly hair and brown eyes and long lashes...  Jerome
gathered himself in and dipped his fingers in the oil, then approached Bobby
and began to rub...

	It was good.  Jerome was probably faking it, but it was STILL good!
Robert relaxed, thinking, "I could fall asleep..."  He didn't, though, quite
-- but Jerome's muscular hands kneaded the tension away, clumsy or not.

	Jerome was thrilled to death!  'Just a few minutes, and he's
snoozin'.  Let's see if I can play a little...'  He worked his way up one
thigh and deliberately rolled his fingers over Bobby's balls as he swept past
on his way to the other side.

	Robert noticed, but he was Bobby again, and Bobby was there for
Jerome anyway.  Besides, Bobby liked it -- what was there not to like about
having your balls played with?

	Jerome came back a second time, lingering a bit, and then a third,
and then began massaging Bobby's ass.  From there, he went to playing along
the crack, running his fingers up and down Bobby's perineum, and openly
playing with his balls.  Bobby hunched up a bit in order to get his cock --
which had been hanging low over his balls, but was now hard and in an
uncomfortable location, pointing down while stiff, pointed back in the
direction of his navel.  "Yeah, that's it..." Jerome reached under and slid
his oil-slick hands along Bobby's balls and began stroking his shaft.  "Kneel
up and I'll work on that..."

	Slick fingers on his sensitive dick were compelling; Bobby pulled his
knees up and ended up with his head, chest, and arms draped over a pillow and
his ass in the air, his knees spread wide like a frog.  Jerome tugged Bobby's
cock with one oily hand while playing with his ass and balls with the other.
Bobby didn't complain as Jerome got more and more familiar -- pleasure
trumped fear.

	Jerome was in Heaven, and it prompted him to do something he didn't
do, normally.  "Hold still, Honey -- you're gonna LOVE this!" he announced,
then leaned forward and brought his tongue into contact with the crinkled
ring of Bobby's anus.

	Bobby's eyes popped!  He cranked his head around to see -- was Jerome
licking his ass?  He WAS!  Jerome's tongue probed at his anus -- and it felt
totally different than a finger!  It felt good -- great, even!  Bobby
groaned.  "Told you!" Jerome chuckled, spreading Bobby's cheeks to get in
deep.

	After a couple of minutes' worth of tongue action, Bobby was
thoroughly seduced -- which was a good thing, because Jerome was beside
himself with lust!  "I gotta have it, Honey!" Jerome gasped.  "I'll be gentle
-- I promise!"

	"Okay."  Bobby was awash -- if a tongue felt that good, how bad could
a cock be?  Gays did it...  Bobby was ready to rationalize just about
anything at that point, if it felt good.

	"Roll over, Honey -- I want to be able to jack you.  Grab your
knees..."  Jerome situated Bobby on the edge of the table, slathered oil on
both hands, and pushing his cock against the teen's, liberally greased them
both, jacking them together.  When they were good and gooey, he stepped back
just far enough to be able to use two fingers to renew the lubrication of
Bobby's anus.  "I won't lie -- it'll hurt a little to start, since you've
never done it -- but I'll take it real easy, okay?"

	Jerome was pleading -- and Bobby really couldn't have been more
ready.  "Okay."

	Jerome stepped up to the table edge.  He thought of this position --
basically missionary -- as 'bitch fucking' -- but there was no way he would
tell Bobby that at this point.  Maybe later...  He resumed jacking Bobby with
one hand while rubbing his glans against Bobby's hole with the other.

	It clenched up, of course.  Jerome didn't bother to push; instead, he
said, "Push, Honey -- like you're gonna take a dump.  It'll open you up."  He
just left the tip there, in contact, but not pressing hard.

	Bobby did as he was asked.  His asshole was gooey and things had been
in it recently and they hadn't been painful, so he was able to coax it to
relax, some.  Jerome waited until he could see the crinkled ring release
before applying the amount of pressure that he knew would do the job without
overdoing it -- and Bobby's opening swallowed his glans!

	Jerome stopped there -- Bobby grunted and looked distressed.  "Shhh,
Honey -- it'll be okay.  It's a cherry, and they hurt, even on girls.  Give
it a minute to get used to me..."  He re-lubed his hands and worked Bobby's
subsiding erection with both of them.

	Jerome's cock hurt -- it felt like he'd managed to jam a coffee can
through Bobby's anus -- but Jerome was OBVIOUSLY doing his best to minimize
things.  Besides -- and Robert floated up from the depths to remind him of
this -- it was what he was here for.  Jerome had been patient and kind and
generous -- and Bobby could take a little unpleasantness...

	Jerome was generous with the lube, pouring some on the junction
directly.  He took his cock in his hand and rotated it a bit -- the clutch of
Bobby's ring on the sensitive area just behind the flange of the head was
just fucking amazing, anyway!  Jerome wondered if he had to go any deeper --
if he could just get enough rotation, he might be able to shoot just from
that!  But the rubbery ring slowly began to release, so Jerome started
shuttling back and forth, mere millimeters, to start.  His foreskin -- what
was left when he was erect -- acted as a sleeve, allowing his cock to slide
deeper without actually moving the area in contact with Bobby's sphincter,
which let him get inside a little more without causing more distress.
Jerome's shaft widened just a bit beyond the head, and the movement opened
Bobby up further, but was gradual.

	It hurt -- but it felt good, too.  Bobby had watched guys fuck in
porn and knew it wasn't all pleasure -- yet some guys were addicted.  Bobby
began to understand why -- it was something about the combination...

	"Okay?" Jerome asked tightly.  Control was difficult -- it was SOOO
good!  But he'd promised to take it easy...

	"Okay," Bobby puffed back.  He didn't want Jerome to go nuts, but he
was handling things -- and they were improving.  His cock was doing strange
things in Jerome's hands, swelling and shrinking -- but always incredibly
sensitive and begging for Jerome's oily fingers.

	Slowly, Jerome took territory.  Millimeters became centimeters and
centimeters became inches.  Jerome kept the lube coming, sometimes to the
point that the pleasure receded -- but it would come back when he added some
penetration and thinned the layer of lubrication.  "Fuck, Honey -- so good.
You have the sweetest ass..."

	Bobby didn't trust himself to say anything -- his mind was a blank,
anyway.  There was nothing out there but the feel of Jerome's hands on his
cock and the in-and-out cycle of the invader in his ass -- and invader that
brought conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain.  Jerome bored deeper and
deeper -- and once he was past a certain point, Bobby began to get the most
amazing flashes...  "Wh--what's that?" he gasped.

	"What?" Jerome froze, his length almost fully buried in the boy's
colon.

	"You're... poking something.  I get these... flashes..." Bobby
struggled to explain.

	"Hmmmm."  Jerome backed a bit and rubbed around inside Bobby, feeling
with his cock.  "Around there?"

	"Yes!" Bobby grunted, undulating.

	"That's your prostate gland, Honey," Jerome grinned, "It makes your
dick hard, among other things.  It adds a little something when you're
fucking, too."

	"Yeah..." Bobby gasped.  "It's okay?"

	"It's okay."

	"Okay."  Bobby relaxed and Jerome resumed stroking.

	"You good?  I'm about all in..." Jerome gasped.

	"Yeah, good..."  There had been a spot where Bobby almost asked
Jerome to stop, but he'd gotten past it; Bobby shied away from the thought of
a kink in his insides.  "Do it!"

	Jerome took this for the release it was and started lengthening his
stroke, working for his pleasure.  Bobby might get off and he might not, just
like a bitch -- it would be nice, but to a certain extent, it was up to
Bobby.  Jerome kept mauling Bobby's little dick, though -- he loved the thing
and he knew it helped...

	Once he got going, he started bonking into Bobby's ass, which added
something for Bobby -- an additional flash from his prostate from the
jarring, apparently.  Bobby found that he was getting seriously into it, pain
and all.  "Fuck!' he gasped.  "Pound me!"

	This was music to Jerome's ears!  He stepped up the intensity without
stepping up the speed, hammering away at Bobby's ass.  His balls started to
rumble...

	Bobby slowly locked up.  He gazed at Jerome through glassy eyes.
Something was coming -- something BIG!  It was right there...  If Jerome
bashed him just a few more times...  The flash from an impact of Jerome's
pubic bone aganst his ass acted as an ignitor for something a LOT bigger -- a
mushroom cloud of pleasure erupted and Bobby's cock swelled and fired a
column of semen that went right over his head!

	"UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHNNNNNGGGHHHH!!!!!" he grunted through frozen lungs!

	Jerome's eyes popped!  Bobby was getting off!  His ass went nuts on
Jerome's cock, clutching and pulsing and Jerome went from somewhere a bit
below the summit right to over the top!  "JEEEEEZUS!"  His cock blasted shot
after shot deep into Bobby's colon while stars hung before his eyes!

	The primary detonation lasted maybe fifteen seconds, but both of them
continued to dry-fire long after their balls were empty.  "Oh, Jeezus, Baby!"
Jerome gasped, and slid Bobby along the table top far enough that he could
climb onto the table and dropped over him -- and this time, there was no
escaping Jerome's lips...  Bobby was too caught up in the whole thing to try,
anyway.  They lay there, locked together, Jerome holding Bobby and gently
rocking them back and forth while he kissed him everywhere he could reach --
including on the mouth.

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