Chapter 85: Pete’s garden.

NIGELS ARSE THROBBED, a dull, rhythmic beat. He could still feel Pete inside him when he shifted, a ghost of a presence. His cock felt sore in the aftermath of spurting. His mind reviewed how Pete had massaged him with his drinking limb. A slightly bruised sensation permeated spots where the bloke’s suction had tugged enough to make Nigel lose his mind.

Every twinge and dull ache brought a slow grin to Nigel’s face. He rolled over in the warm ...