A real man who could get truly hard only for a woman, a man that would be thinking of his girls clit even if he fucked an asshole, is that what they wanted, to be turned inside out by a real dick? It was easy to invent a scenario in which he'd share Maria's hot snatch but it was too comical. He imagined her bucking, tits banging against her chin as he shoved his cock deep up her ass. He groaned "ride it punta." her tits twirling like propellers as he worked.

He'd imagined himself showing how real men fucked and inviting Christoff under his wing to slip his cock in for a double, or maybe switching off to fuck the cum drenched taco. Maybe he'd allow the head of his cock to dip raw in the seed. His shaft would be wet with it, he would come feeding her his best while the massive head of his prick would flush and pump out any other jizz like a plunger unclogging a drain. Or better yet forcing or demanding that his slimy cock be licked clean by both of them.

The idea of feeling his dick inside her, sharing her warmth and pleasure as she tightened around both cocks pulling all that they could shot out of them increased the size of the damp spot that had started to form in his shorts. It was time to go.

Before he had given the order for his feet to move, he was making his way faster than he had intended, taking what he assumed would be a shorter route to the parking lot. "Maybe we can still catch him" he figured. "But what will I say" the voice in his head questioned the other. A spider's web blind sided him catching the corner of his check causing him to jerk and swipe at a branch. As a matter of style he played it cool, backing up a bit then looking around to see if anyone saw what had happened. "Fuck what these people think" the baritone in his head asserted itself. The night had turned to three layers of dark.

He heard the faint slapping of flesh somewhere off in the shadows to his left. "Si Papi" was being repeated over and over like a song. The mantra tried to control his breathing and heartbeat but he walked slowly to keep control.

"What the fuck are they doing?” he asked then answered himself. "Just take a look over there." After only a few seconds he was crouched behind a tree. The young guy from the mock pagoda was taking it in both ends. He had a beautiful, almost feminine body that he allowed used in the most humiliating of ways. He was moaning like a girl or a whore pretending that it was her first time getting discovered by the workings of a man. Harder, bigger, I can't take it, ohh! "Jesus" Silvio spit through his teeth despite himself. Two of the three turned. Only the guy doing the fucking kept going, the other two froze staring into the shadows.

"Who's that?" All of the urgent need and pleading had fled and been replaced by something hard and serious. He no longer seemed girlie, even with a dick still throbbing in his ass, there was something in his voice that frightened Silvio. It was masculine and coarse, too close to home. Silvio didn't move, he felt pressure building in his crotch, a crawling probing presence that sought him out