The Capoeira Club

Throw a little party.

“If there’s two of them, or maybe it’s three? If there’s three of them, and you didn’t catch all the faces yet, you just get a sense of muscle, and they start spitting at your hole and pulling you open on their fingertips…there’s a point, with your ass in the air like this, that you’d have to admit it’s…exposing.

“When one decides to slide under you so gravity can assist you in falling onto his cock, mouth first…no matter, because a fourth boy has joined you. And his fingers are spit-wet too. And they’re inside you. Rubbing your nut. He’s found the way. Shorter than the other boys. Shorter of cock, I mean. But ten times more idea what he’s doing with it.

“He fucks inside quickly, hitting my nut every time. I can picture his face eight years later.

“It's a little later. The cocks at my mouth are every shade of black. There’s a hand on my cock but I don’t know whose it is. He’s got my balls bouncing. He’s milking me with just the amount of firmness I love. I’m clenching like fucking nothing else matters, and I want to hold onto this load.”