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MMM: Man, Man, Motherfucker

Walker C. Fields


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“Sorry, I know I'm a little early,” I apologized as I closed the front door behind me. “I had some errands to run in the area and so—”

“Come get in on this,”' Jack interrupted, beckoning me over.

“Uh…” I couldn't seem to move from the doorway. At first my gaze was riveted by the smooth, tanned expanse of Jack's chest and undulating stomach muscles. His hands, though, were on Bo's head. Bo couldn't see me from his position—on his knees, nose buried in Jack's crotch—but he started making plenty of noise and pushing at Jack's thighs with his muscled arms.

“Easy, easy,” Jack soothed him, holding Bo's head in place. “Philly's cool. He's totally queer.” Bo's thick fingers clenched, but he stopped struggling.

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