It sounded like a good arrangement, but Brice was no fool. He knew that Ray might find someone else, someone younger, more eager. But he swallowed that fear down and moaned his way through a series of thrusts. God, Ray felt great inside him. "F-f-fuck me like I'm yours," Brice stuttered-moaned because it was what he wanted.

Getting used to the fullness, Brice's upper body lifted up, his right hand finding Ray's and pressing into his young, smooth, abdomen. "Poppa gimme kisses." Brice turned his head to the side, eyes hooded, lips puckered.