“You gotta relax…” J.J. replies soothingly. “Holy shit…SO…fucking…tight…” Steve grunts, grinding his teeth as Tracey’s dirtpipe gr...ps his cock like a steel vise; the teen football stud is sweating profusely and the real ass fucking hasn’t even started yet! “Relax…relax…” J.J. repeats in the same soothing voice as Tracey clutches him in a death grip, gasping with pain and trying not to cry out. “You’re doing good, Tray…you’re almost there!” Christine calls out breathlessly, indifferent to her. Just me. Gibbs." Boss?" Tony sounded confused, sleepy.Sexy.Gibbs winced. He hadn't meant to think of Tony like that. "Yeah. Just..." He sighed. He hated this vulnerability. "Figured something out today and don't really want to be alone. Abbs is probably out clubbing and Duck lives too far away." What is it?" Tony sat up, bare shoulders painted silvery in the moonlight. He did like to sleep nude, Gibbs remembered. How could he forget Tony versus the iguana in Gitmo.Gibbs sighed heavily. "What. Thank god the balcony was deserted and we were at the far end in the dark. His cock stretched me, parting each fold of vaginal flesh with comsumate ease until the heat of his scrotum rested hard against my lips and his rough pubic hair carressed my buttocks.His long withdrawal was slow and deliberate and my resistance by gripping onto him, was proving pointless, as my secretions were oiling the piston of flesh as it powered back up me with such force, I thought we might break the railing that. Four men on the town and little me would only cramp your style." They headed out. I had decided to stay in as I had a 7:30 a.m. breakfast meeting with some local clients. As the guys left, Helen asked if I'd like a nightcap and I agreed. She ordered drinks from the waitress. "I won't see Frank until four or later now", she laughed. They'll go to the Gold Club in Buckhead." (The Gold Club was a great haunt in 90s Atlanta because unusually you could have fully nude girls AND alcohol in the club,.