Johnny, stretching his neck sideways, mutters between grunts, “You—doin–me–next–Matthew” ? XXNX Sweat is pouring from his face, down his back and ass, even the back sides of his thighs. About this time, Andre starts grunting himself, and grabbing Johnny by his waist, delivers about three body slams into Johnny’s ass. “OH fuck” I exclaim, as I continue my work into Johnny’s hole. Andre and me just laugh some more, as Blankenship walks up to pour some more coffee. Dustin continues his attack on Johnny’s flooded guts, and Andre and me just giggle, as we wipe up a bit and exit the tent. Shaking my head, I reply, “looks like new meat is getting his ass filled”. I just snicker and reply, Well dawg, I think that question kinda answers itself”.
