44 Chapters About 4 Men

by B.B. Easton

Every time we made out, that thing would swell so much that it would manage to escape the waistband of his impossibly tight 501s, extend up into his fitted T-shirt, and crawl halfway up his washboard abs before all was said and done. I had zero experience with peni, but I was great with visual-spatial reasoning, and there was no way that D was going to fit in my V.

“If I had a ticket to heaven and you didn’t have one, too, I’d tear my ticket to pieces and go to hell with you.”