Failing miserably, he dashed a few feet away and heaved up his breakfast. I didn’t have the energy to go do the motherly thing of rubbing his back. ...y own insides were having a hell of a job staying put. Martin and Blondie crashed into the small clearing. ‘What’s up? Are you okay Bess? What’s with Miles?’ He couldn’t stop the grin from creasing his face when he realised Miles had thrown up. Blondie did her thing by going over to him and rubbing (or should I say stroking) his back. It didn’t. Ron’s scent lacked the note of chlorine like when I’d sucked Matt, but the musk was much stronger. The mixed taste/smell of precum, skin, sweat and pheromones was unbelievably intoxicating, overpoweringly primal - and above all manly. Anyone who thinks of man-on-man sex as somehow effeminate is a fucking moron. If it's true that man and a woman complement and offset each other’s attributes, then two men together are like masculine-squared.I pulled off for a few seconds to check in with Ron. . Slowly I removed the white cloth from the tray revealing the object lyingon it. It was a leather 'tail'. One end of the tail consisted of a thick leatherbutt plug whilst the other comprised a number of long thin leather straps hangingloose. In total, it must have been about eighteen inches to two feet long,the butt plug taking up at least a quarter of the length. I saw Jenny's eyeswiden with horror as she saw the tail and realised what it was - and whereit was going. "I thought a naughty puppy. Bouton arrived at our home the smell of cooked venison wafted though the house. He was in a holiday mood. "Oh, you are so beautiful," he said to my wife, handing her a flower bouquet. "Your husband's photos hardly did you justice." Thank you," my wife said, smiling shyly, and looking down as she took the flowers, and put them on the dinner table."Did you have any trouble finding our house, Mr. Bouton?" I asked trying to sound friendly, and as though this was a usual visit." No Steve, your.