My ass, my balls and my wildlyengorged penis were all on display, and I wasplaced in a most humiliating posture. I felt handson my ass cheeks, spreadi...g them and cool air on myanus. “Good. No sign of hemorrhoids, no rash, no fissuresor prolapsing.”The hands left. I felt something pressing againstmy perineum. It made my already hard cock evenharder.“Prostate problems don’t usually arise in males asyoung as you, but it pays to check. Early detectionis the best. He looked at me and nodded towards her hard, lean body as he played with her nipple and left tit."There's another one on your side Ed... why don't you join us on the couch".No way I was going to dilly-dally this time. I got up and slid over to Janice's other side and reached up to grasp a firm tit in my hand. As I rolled the hard nipple between my fingers, she moaned and reached over to pull at my zipper.Her hand tugged the zipper down and I repeated Sean's performance with my hips, thrusting. Alyssa straightened her back and looked him in the eye, ‘No, I’d rather…’ she stopped short of revealing her back up plan to keep the stud farm out of his hands and bit her tongue hard as he moved so close she could smell his sickly sweet aftershave. ‘You’d rather what?’ His sneer increased as he leaned over her, making her feel his greater size and weight powerfully. His hand ran up her ribs, his palm moving slightly over the roundness of her breast. For the first time, she felt truly scared.. " Paul could feel the man tightening the grip on his hair."Get to work, faggot."Paul struggled as he tried to deal with the man's words. He wasn't afaggot, he was Pansy Pumpscock, and he didn't lick men's asses. He neededto make men cum. But this man was calling him a faggot, and a faggot doeswhatever it takes to make men cum and he did whatever it took to make mencum and so he was a faggot and so he needed to lick his smelly ass.The struggle to make sense of it all cause Paul to weaken his.