Karnımın içinde sanki bir alev yumağı oluşmuştu. Üçüncü Faslı da, ağzını sikiyordu aynı hırsla. Çevre ve zaman tümüyle anlamların...� yitirmiştiler artık. Tüm evren, merkezinde ben, çevresinde de üç Faslı’nın bulunduğu minik bir noktaya dönüşmüştü. Üç ayrı yerimden vücuduma girip çıkan üç sik de, bu evrenin enerjisini oluşturuyordu. Yarıyarıya kendimden geçmiştim. Belimin gelmesi artık durmuyordu bile. Sürekli, hiç ara vermeksizin zevkin zirvesinde, o tepe noktadaydım. Sonra Faslılar da, birer. Before you had fully opened the zip-fly, his hard bulge sprang up as if it was waiting to be freed. Long fingers opened up and closed around his nice and hard dick. You felt him throb in your hand. Gently you started going up and down his full length and felt his boxers’ wet spot in the palm of your hand. Marc enjoyed visibly and folded his hands behind his head. Then your voice sounded, lightly intimidating, “Jay, you as well, come on. Unzip. Do it.” Rather surprised by your demand I sprang. She was the one, he could feel it, but she’d be difficult. He looked around, wondering where her intended was. Somewhere close. She was just passing a restaurant with tables lining the sidewalk behind an iron railing. Seated at one of them was a man who was staring at her as she approached. He wore khakis, scuffed brown loafers, and a sweatshirt that read ‘Artists, do it in color.’ Eros just shook his head. The guy was handsome, with thick wavy brown hair and blue eyes, and he was well built. It bounced heavily with each step. He stopped with his dick about a foot from my face. He cut an impressive figure. I must have looked like I was kneeling at the altar of some African fertility god. "Listen white boy," said Darren, "You want this dick because it is black, not in spite of it. A lotta white boys are like you. Women too. Once you get a taste y'all get hooked. Once you go black and all that. And we've only just begun."I looked up at him, stunned. I couldn't believe what was.