His movements, however, had the precise affect of stopping Dexter tonging my ass and he moved away and sat down again.Dylan clumsily climbed off me an... I felt his cock twist and turn inside my cunt but when he tried to walk away he couldn’t. His knot had tied us together and we were ass to ass.I had managed to stifle the scream that came with the sharp pain mainly due to the cock of Dagon that had grown now to a nice size and a knot that I had also sucked into my mouth. His cock was continually. I was getting my share of this teaching. By the time I was ten, I would not walk on the same side of the street with a black kid. I would stand with my friends and taunt all the kids going into the small Catholic Church on Sundays. And girls? What did girls know? It was us men that had all the problems and knew the way of things. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't getting into trouble with the law or anything, I was just a typical white Southern Baptist male who thought that the stars and bars. Hismom answered the phone and began talking with the person on the other endof the mouthpiece. After a couple minutes of conversation she saidgoodbye and hung up."That was Mr. Hayes, calling. He said the storm knocked a tree over intothe barn. He wants to pay you and a friend to help him clear the mess up.I told him you'd do it." His mom said, a knowing smile on her face."What? How much is he paying?" Greg asked, a little irked that his momvolunteered him."He said $150 a person. I think you. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** I tasted absinthe on his lips. Faint, dreamlike, a lingering flavor to his kiss that made me wish for many more like it. Who was this man, or was this simply a dream? A ghost of too many sips and the lingering effects of far too many nights like this one. I looked into his eyes, those beautifully sexy eyes. I ran my hand along his side. He seemed real enough. Certainly his cock in me seemed and felt real enough. Was this all happening in my head or was I being fucked by.