Oliver is still asleep, resting peacefully, when I roll him to his stomach. He doesn’t wake—not even when I spread his cheeks to get a good look at his tiny pink hole. It’s a little puffy, but otherwise no worse for wear. No doubt he’s tender from being so well used last night, and in the early morning hours. I really should have been nicer the first time I fucked him considering my cock is the first cock he’s ever taken. It’s a little late for that now. At least I can kiss him better before Waylon sinks into his…
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